"Didn't you run away again, and how did you come back?"

"I accidentally fell and injured myself, and I couldn't walk far, so I had to come back for fear of being eaten by wolves."

This time, Pu Yangxuan heard their words clearly, because he spoke the Great Zhou dialect very clearly.

In the places where the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Suo State meet, because of intermarriage or plundering of population, it is not uncommon for people in these places to speak both languages, and there is only a distinction between good and bad.

"Didn't you encounter any caravans? Or are there no patrolling soldiers on the side of Da Zhou? ”

"How can any caravan dare to pass through here, even if the soldiers of the Great Zhou see me, they are afraid that they will kill me as a spy, right? In this messy world, how can there be any kind-hearted people? ”

"Staying here is death, and escaping is also death, so what should we do?" The woman who spoke began to weep.

The girl caressed the woman's cheek, she was hurt, but she also had to comfort her, "Auntie, don't cry, aren't the peace talks about to start?" Maybe the hard days will be over. ”

The woman herself wiped away her tears, "I don't know how long we will talk." Besides, after the talks, the army is gone? It's not like we, the civilians, will be forcibly conscripted to continue working as coolies...... Oh, this hard life has no end! ”

When she got closer, Pu Yangxuan saw clearly the pair of aunts and nephews who could speak Da Zhou, the girl was about ten years old, and her delicate face was full of dust, but she couldn't hide a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars, and her trouser legs were rolled up to her knees, revealing a large abrasion on her calf, and the blood looked a little terrible.

The other women comforted her, and several women hurriedly helped the girl into a tattered tent, presumably to treat her injuries, right?

Is it just a civilian who wants to escape to Da Zhou and find a way out?

Pu Yangxuan retracted his gaze and threw the hay into the fire.

The firelight lit up a lot at once, and the tongue of fire licked. The pot and the fragrant broth cooked in it made the people around the pot all show envious and longing eyes, their stomachs were howling with hunger, and their tongues licked their chapped lips over and over again, but no one dared to reach out and scoop a spoonful of soup to drink.

There was a teenager staring at the boiling broth of "Gollum", and he couldn't help but stretch out his spoon, and was viciously opened by the uncle next to him.

"Don't you want to die? Even if it's just for the lowliest soldiers, if we dare to take a sip and be discovered, we'll cut off your hands and tongue immediately! ”

The uncle gestured, mentioning this incident reminded him of the bloody scene he had seen with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but shiver.

On the way to Liangzhou, Puyang Xuan learned some Suo language with Xue Jinyi, but temporary cramming did not allow them to be proficient in this language, but with simple words and analogies, he understood the meaning.

In Suo Guoli, he was not surprised that anyone with a little power in his hands was so cruel.

Just like when he was young in the palace, although he was taken care of by his aunt and grandmother Zhao, he still could not guarantee that he would have a full meal every day.

At first, he didn't resist the temptation, and took a small piece of mung bean cake from the palace maid's hand, but in a blink of an eye, the palace maid reported to Queen Cai, saying that he stole the pastries given to the emperor, and the punishment was naturally unavoidable, no one would have the slightest sympathy for a "thief", not only the palms were beaten red and swollen, but even the bowl of rice porridge and side dishes that Mama Zhao finally wanted every day was gone.

He was hungry for two days and two nights, and when his thin body was about to be unable to support it, Empress Cai "gifted" a bowl of somewhat hard rice and a small plate of greasy vegetable meat.

He was so hungry that he was about to die, and he was about to stuff rice into his mouth when he picked up the bowl, but Mama Zhao quickly stopped him and told him that if he ate like this, he would choke to death, and his stomach would not be able to stand it and become more sick! She boiled the rice into gruel and fed him little by little, and the vegetables and meat were also soaked with water before she dared to give him food.

At that time, he understood a truth, if he remained so weak, he would be trampled into the dust by anyone, and sooner or later he would die.

Later, the palace maids and attendants came to him again, and he gradually resisted the temptation of food, and was never moved by anyone or anything again.

Pu Yangxuan closed his eyes and retracted his thoughts.

As dawn approached, the civilians loaded pots of broth and cakes onto small carts, which had no oxen to pull and could only be transported by hand to the distant barracks.

The civilians looked embarrassed and shrank back one by one, as if no one wanted to push the cart hard, and they were afraid of entering the barracks.

At this time, a pair of Somali soldiers came over, and after checking the food, they pointed their whips at a few civilians, and said a few words, and the civilians were all terrified, and the people who were pointed out looked painful and desperate, and walked tremblingly towards the ox cart, and there were people who walked a little slower, and the whip fell on them mercilessly.

"Snap" a few times, crisp and loud, even people who have not been whipped will feel the sharp pain.

The greedy boy was also pointed out, and he and the uncle next to him were about to cry.

Pu Yangxuan nodded slightly to the subordinate named "Tian Bin", they didn't speak, gestured to the young man and the uncle, and then walked to the cart.

The boy and uncle were so excited that they were about to kneel down and kowtow.

"Hurry up!" The Suo soldiers shouted loudly, and a whip was whipped at Pu Yangxuan's feet.

Pu Yangxuan didn't instinctively dodge, pretended to be scared and shrunk his shoulders, and grabbed the small cart with trembling hands.

At last they had enough to do to deliver food to the barracks, but instead of leaving at once, the Somali soldiers strode to the tent where the women had gathered, and drank with a feast.

Several women came out with dead faces, including the girl.

The girl limped, but the soldier showed no pity and urged them to go faster.

The men hung their heads, and no one dared to speak.

Pu Yangxuan frowned slightly, watching the girl come to him with great effort, and let out a breath when she grabbed the side of the small cart.

"I can't walk, can I sit on it?" The girl asked.

She spoke the Great Zhou dialect.

Pu Yangxuan looked confused, pointed to his ear, and then waved his hand.

"Ah, you can't hear me......" The girl gestured patiently.

Pu Yangxuan nodded.

"Thank you." The girl smiled loosely, and with the help of her aunt, she barely sat in the vacant corner of the cart.

When the people were all together, the soldiers urged the civilians to hurry to the barracks, and the sound of "snapping" whips was endless, making the civilians tremble and terrified.

"Archie, when you get to the barracks, you try to stay away, you know?" The woman exhorted nervously, holding the girl's hand.

The girl asked ignorantly, "Isn't it just to send food to the barracks?" ”

"Of course not!" The woman screamed.