The captives continued to clean the city. .

In fact, it is winter now, and there are more than ten days before the Han people celebrate the New Year. There is no wind and sand, so the city looks very clean.

But according to the logic of the bamboo work, you will die if you don’t work, so no matter what you do, you can’t let others be idle.

Sweeping the streets is not realistic and will cause unpredictable dangers, such as the sudden rise of these Ming army prisoners, which will cause riots or something.

So before the beginning of spring, these prisoners had to continue to sweep the city and sometimes were responsible for transporting supplies.

Several years of life as a prisoner made these Ming people numb and they did whatever they asked them to do.

It’s not that no one has resisted, but in the end they all turned into heads hanging outside the city gate.

This is the enemy!

No one was more impressed by Halie than these prisoners of war.

If the division and struggle continue, Halie will gradually weaken himself until he is destroyed.

But Meiergan unified Halie. Where will Halie go without internal disputes?

When the sun slid to the horizon, the day's work was completed.

If it were somewhere else, they would be imprisoned when they were not alive, but Samarkand couldn't do it.

Meiergan needed these Ming army prisoners to show up on the city every day, and he hoped that this would encourage his subjects.

Ma Song has long been used to being looked at and ridiculed by others.

In the past, when the Halie people were afraid of the Ming Dynasty, they had to withstand a wave of attacks from miscellaneous things when they came out.

Now everyone is used to it. Except for some children throwing things on the street, the Halie people are unwilling to look at them more.

Time always erases everything fresh, just as men and women go from being attracted to each other like magnets to gradually looking at the face that may be beautiful without any feeling, it only takes time to cause a small impact in the middle.

Ma Song stared at the general, and he swore that he would definitely take revenge. He even thought about how to take revenge, such as feeding feces.

Everyone got off the city and went to the city.

The small market gradually became deserted, leaving only two merchants who were still bargaining, and a few men who were waiting for their negotiation results so that they could take on this cool job.

The temperature began to drop, and Ma Song felt a little cold. He glanced over there and saw a face he had seen in a daze.

However, Zhao Xing had already confirmed that these people had seen them yesterday, and the man looked at him with the same eyes, slightly flashing with warmth.

He had never been seen like this, so he looked at him a few more times.

But the man turned around and sniffed his nose and waited for the merchant's negotiation results.

Is that an illusion?

Zhao Xing was a little disappointed, and a familiar shout came from behind him, so he had to speed up.

When he was almost past the small market, he couldn't help but look back at the other side.

Nothing to find!

Back in the imprisonment, half a piece of dry cake was his supper.

Zhao Xing's weight has lost one-third of his weight in recent years. He took off his clothes and could clearly see his sternum on his body covered in dirt.

In the darkness, he lay on the moldy hay, quietly thinking about his hometown.

When night comes, only sleep can make people forget their situation.

Zhao Xing didn't sleep, he was thinking about his thoughts as he listened to the snoring sounds.

He wanted to run away, but he had carefully observed it over the past few years and could not find the opportunity to escape.

There is a dead end in the city, and if you want to run, you can only run outside the city.

As a former scout, as long as he had a war horse, he would dare to say that he was 50% sure to escape to the Ming Dynasty.

But how can we escape from the noses of the guards?

The sergeant at the city gate was the second level, which made him repeatedly let down his thoughts.

If it were someone else, he would definitely give up these ideas in such desperate circumstances.

But Zhao Xing is different, he never gave up.

He remembered his mother. After being captured, if no one proved it, he would be treated as a death to the country.

He was worried that his mother would be heartbroken.

"mother!"

Suddenly someone in the room called out to mom in a dream.

Zhao Xing turned sideways, tears slid silently in his voice.

...

Wang Yan, who had not taken the business, took his brothers back with him.

At this moment, every family is cooking, and there is more smoke in the city.

The smoke gradually gathered together, looking like a thin layer of clouds.

He took people around the streets and alleys, and he bought a big meat pie on the road with a luxurious look.

By the time they licked their lips and arrived at the gathering area of ​​the powerful, it was already completely dark.

The two men came over quietly and reported, "Sir, that man has already returned home, and the home is very quiet."

Wang Yan looked at the house more than two hundred steps away and said, "Mi'er killed the minister. At present, he is the most suspicious. He must be in a bad mood, so he is in a bad mood. He is in a mood.

Xiao Guwei asked with a smile: "Sir, why do we kill them?"

Wang Yan said: "The time has come to rescue them. Before that, we need to make the city more confused."

Gradually, many houses around began to sing and dance.

Samarkand was pinching the throat of the east and west traffic, and all kinds of women gathered here, and these powerful people could naturally enjoy it first.

Chen Deng took the man to touch him.

Half an hour later, Chen Deng came back.

"Sir, no problem."

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Take it!"

He personally took Chen Deng and others to approach the door of the house quietly.

A soldier didn't know what method he used to open the door quietly.

There are no lights in the room, only glimmers can be seen vaguely on the steps.

The two sergeants searched around quickly and came back to shake their heads.

Wang Yan took the lead and went up the stairs, as if he was as comfortable as returning home.

Once you go up the second floor, you can see the corridor and the lights leaking from the room.

Using the light to determine whether there is anyone most efficient, Chen Deng quickly found the master bedroom.

He was about to quietly open the bedroom door.

"Kick away!"

Wang Yan lowered his body and ordered.

Chen Deng said puzzledly: "Sir, you will be exposed."

Wang Yan stopped explaining, Chen Deng felt a stern, so he took a step back and kicked the door with a sudden kick.

"Bang!"

The bedroom door was like a child's toy that was kicked in.

"Who are you?"

A middle-aged man was lying on the bed. He was awakened and had already sat up.

Wang Yan took the lead, and the short knife in his hand shone with glow under the light.

The man knew that he was the suspect, but he knew that the man was not killed by himself, so he was depressed, but calm.

At this moment, when he saw Wang Yan coming with a knife, he thought a lot in an instant.

Not everyone can think of clues to leaving a murderer before they die.

But this man did it.

When the short knife in Wang Yan's hand was swung, he shouted: "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anyone!"

"What did he say?"

Wang Yan stopped the short sword, and a soldier said, "Sir, he said he didn't kill anyone."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "It's great!"

The man couldn't understand these words, but he quickly distinguished the origin of this language.
To be continued...