Junior Disciple C

Chapter 150

Are... dead?

Feng Ye was stunned.

Seeing this, Wu Yi told Feng Ye how they came here.

They are from the state of Chu and live in a rural village on the border of the state of Chu.This place is high in the sky and the emperor is far away. Although it is poor, it can be considered peaceful.

The villagers are self-sufficient, and the fertile land is enough to feed a family. The folk customs in the village have always been very simple, and they do not pick up things on the road and do not close their doors at night.

However, such a quiet village was flattened by the Xiqiang army.

The iron hoof tramples on the hard-working crops in the field, and also tramples on the people who grow the crops.

Under the leadership of the Ghost Face Priest, the Western Qiang army has transformed the Western Qiang from a small remote country in Longqiu into a unified dynasty that almost occupied the entire Central Plains in just a few years.

The countries of the Quartet are annexed and annexed, and they are destroyed.However, under the rapidly expanding territory of Xiqiang, there are some small countries in the distance that have not yet been invaded in the future, and Chu State is one of these small countries.

However, the non-occupation is only temporary, and the unconcealed ambitions of the Xiqiang people have already set their sights on these distant lands.

After gathering the western front and incorporating all the tribes in the western mountains and forests, the Xiqiang army finally freed up and marched southeast.

The Ghost General of the Ghost Face Priest makes this army unstoppable and invincible.But even with the help of these ghost generals, most of the army is just ordinary people after all. After years of fighting, the tired mind needs to rest and buffer.

Therefore, Xiqiang was not in a hurry to go to war, but just stationed troops on the border and hoarded food and grass.

There are two ways to hoard food and grass, transportation in the rear, and looting in the front.These Western Qiang garrisons on the border cross the border from time to time to plunder other countries.

The target of looting is not big. Before the real declaration of war, they will not go head-to-head with those cities with regular defenders, but only pick some villages in the wilderness.

Moreover, when the court of Chu State held them accountable, they would not admit it. They only said that this was a bandit within Chu State, and even accused the Chu State King of being incompetent in governing the country.

Although in fact, almost all three-year-old children in the capital of Chu State knew that the Xiqiang army was responsible for looting villages and massacring the people of Chu State, but they did not dare to refute it because they were afraid of Xiqiang's military strength.

Chu is just a small country, and it doesn't have the strength to challenge Xiqiang.Even if they knew the wolfish ambitions of the Xiqiang people, it would be a day late to start the war.

Therefore, under the silence of the Chu State, the Xiqiang army became more and more arrogant. In order to cut off the possibility of being identified, the villages they plundered would never leave any survivors.

Kill some, catch some more.

This is the consistent practice of the Xiqiang army. Killing some hard-boned ones can not only facilitate management, but also kill chickens for monkeys to show, so that the rest of them can calm down.

Those who were arrested were all transported back to the imperial city.

Under the years of war, although Xiqiang has always been a victorious country, it has also led to an extreme shortage of young and middle-aged people in the country.All men who have reached the age are conscripted to serve as soldiers. Although supplies, food and grass can be plundered from other countries, there will be no shortage for the time being, but this is not a solution. There must be labor to help build cities or cultivate.

Therefore, these foreigners became the best choice.

Xiqiang is extremely xenophobic. In their eyes, foreigners are inherently inferior. They are not even counted as commoners. They can only be regarded as slaves on the same level as livestock.

In the same way, ordering these foreigners to do things is no different from commanding livestock, and there is no need to care about their injuries, life or death.

Cheap and cheap.

Therefore, the death rate of slaves in Xiqiang has always been high, and they died of exhaustion and disease, or they were used as living sacrifices by Xiqiang people to worship snake gods like in the daytime.

With such a large loss, a steady stream of foreign population is needed to supplement it, which is also the reason why the Xiqiang army frequently loots.

Unfortunately, this time, it was the village where Feng Ye was looting.

Feng Ye's parents were killed directly under the chaotic horseshoes and sword light when the Xiqiang army first came to the village.

Feng Ye survived by luck, and together with the rest of the people, was shackled and escorted back to the Western Qiang Imperial City.

On the way from the border to the imperial city, there were winds, frosts, rains and snows, and some people with poor health died. Those who really survived to the imperial city of Xiqiang were only these people in the grass shed.

It happened to coincide with the beginning of the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods, so the priest directly selected one of the newly arrived slaves.Then, the remaining people who were not selected were branded and became cattle and horses working for Xiqiang.

"Actually, we are quite lucky, at least we are still alive." Wu Yi concluded.

"Do you still remember the person who was pushed down during the day? It was the second son of Aunt Li's family. Among the three brothers in his family, one was trampled to death by Xiqiang war horses, and the other was hacked to death. When he grows up, his body is weak, he dies of illness, he is the only one left, he finally arrived at the imperial city, but he was chosen by the priest again."

Wu Yi patted Feng Ye on the shoulder: "Although you don't remember anything, you're still alive."

Feng Ye remained silent.

He stared blankly at the ground, not knowing what to think.

He had the same expression when he heard Wu Yi's narration, and he still had the same expression after listening to it, without any reaction at all.Seeing this, Wu Yi couldn't help suspecting that Feng Ye not only lost his memory, but also his brain was broken.

He wanted to reach out and wave his hand in front of Feng Ye's eyes again, but Feng Ye's pupils shrank because of the suddenly approaching object, and he stretched out his hand to press Wu Yi's hand down.

"Luck?" Feng Ye suddenly repeated the word.

In fact, he didn't feel much about the news of his family's death. He didn't know if it was the cause of amnesia. The people and things Wu Yi mentioned seemed to be separated from him.

He didn't have any sense of being in it, and he even felt that it was just a story told by others, or in other words, a background.

The background of why he came here.

This background can be justified, Feng Ye did not doubt Wu Yi's words, because combined with what he saw and experienced that day, it was indeed the case.

He is now a foreigner who was taken captive to Xiqiang. The Xiqiang people don't regard him as an equal person, but only as a lowly slave.

Moreover, his life and death cannot be decided by himself, but depends on the luck in Wu Yi's mouth.

It all depends on the luck of other people's mood.

This supposedly neutral word suddenly became somewhat ironic in Feng Ye's mind.

Wu Yi didn't know why Feng Ye repeated this word, and he didn't ask too much.He just hugged his legs, sat on the weeds beside Feng Ye, and sighed: "I don't know what the Xiqiang people will ask us to do at dawn, I hope we can get an easier job..."

"An easier job?" Feng Ye asked again.

Wu Yi was carefully lying on his side on the straw. The place where he was branded was his shoulder, so he could only lie on his side now.

As he adjusted his lying position, he explained: "I heard that there are some jobs to build a city, and each of us needs to carry a stone that big..."

As he spoke, he gestured, and it was as big as his entire chest. In terms of the density of the stone, it was at least seventy to eighty catties.

Compared with the generally thin body of the people in the straw shed, not to mention carrying it, whether it can be carried is another matter.

"There are also those who help the Xiqiang people plant crops. Although they are tired, they have to work at dawn and take a breath after dark, but at least it is better than going to build a city."

"Of course, the best place to go is to serve the nobles of the Western Qiang." Wu Yi showed a little envy when he said this.

But he immediately regretted and said: "But only female relatives can go. If you are a servant girl, if you are good-looking, you may be favored by the nobles of Xiqiang. Then you will reach the sky in one step. Although you have no status, you are just a concubine, but At least I don’t have to starve and do coolies anymore.”

"You don't have to worry about when you will be dragged to the cliff as a sacrifice to feed snakes." Wu Yi sighed: "I heard that a beautiful man is also fine, but unfortunately we have no such hope."

After all, both Feng Ye and him have ordinary looks.

Feng Ye didn't agree with Wu Yi's words. Instead, he felt that Wu Yi's thinking was very strange.

What kind of step to the sky is this?

So what about concubine Ji, what about not worrying about food and clothing, you are still living under the joy and anger of others, as long as the other party is slightly unhappy, they can kill you at will.

The three destinations mentioned by Wu Yi, in Feng Ye's view, are all the same.

He touched the mark that was gradually beginning to scab on the side of his neck. As long as he branded this mark, no matter what he did, the essence would be the same, the same lowliness, and the same fate.

Unspeakable anger suddenly surged in the blank heart. After the tone of fear, the scenes experienced during the day, the snakes at Jiubuya, the red-hot iron, blood and fire covered the fear, turning it into a red flame. Paper burns.

Feng Ye unconsciously exerted force with his fingertips, trying to scratch the brand mark on the side of his neck and destroy it.

The carbonized wound was torn to reveal the fresh flesh underneath, and the wound began to bleed again. The pain finally made him stop his hand, and also made him wake up a little.

Destroying this mark will not change anything, even those Xiqiang people will brand him again.

So Feng Ye didn't compete with the mark on the side of his neck anymore. It was early morning, and there was still an hour or two before dawn.

Most of the people in the thatched shed were asleep, and Wu Yi and Feng Ye spoke in a very low voice, which did not disturb the rest of the people.

Wu Yi was also asleep, but he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep, so he moved to Feng Ye's side, wanting to talk to Feng Ye, Feng Ye was the person he knew best among the villagers.

It's just that this acquaintance lost his memory. Wu Yi originally wanted to chat for a few words, but he was forced to tell their experience of coming here from beginning to end.

It took quite a while to speak.Wu Yi couldn't sleep at first, but now he was a little sleepy again, so he yawned, laying his head on a straw, and slowly fell asleep.

And Feng Ye didn't sleep any more, he sat there like a standout among the people who were lying down and sleeping peacefully.

Thanks to the simplicity of the thatched hut, there is a hole the size of a fist in the roof.

Feng Ye happened to be sitting under the hole, so he hugged his knees and looked up at the brilliant galaxy outside from the narrow gap of the cage.

But no matter how bright the stars and moonlight outside were, they could not penetrate the barrier of the cage and illuminate the dim hut.

Feng Ye sat alone at the beam of light that came in from the hole, he stretched his five fingers into the light, trying to grab this ray of light.

But when the fist is clenched, the palm is still empty.

Feng Ye opened his hands, staring at the empty palm in a daze.