Fortunately, Mei Er still had some conscience. He called two followers, helped the Turkic man down from the camel, and placed him in a nearby haystack. He also left him a camel to block the wind and keep him warm.
"You stay here first, I'll bring you food and water later."
The Turk's minor injuries were no longer serious, but the two holes in his waist that had nearly pierced his kidneys had not yet healed, so he dared not move. So Zhao Xiu left him at the village entrance, not afraid of him escaping, as running away would mean death.
He leaned against the haystack and cursed Zhao Xiu eight hundred times until the sunset faded and dusk approached. He became more and more hungry and thirsty.
Didn't Mei Er say he would bring me some water and food? Why hasn't he come yet?
Didn't that dead dog ask me to help him deliver the token? He was starving to death, and a ghost was going to deliver it to him?
As darkness fell, the sound of wolves howling could be heard in the distance. Although the Turks believed in the wolf god, they also feared wolves. He was now seriously injured. If wolves came to the village looking for food, he would be the first dish.
The Turkic man could no longer sit still. He stood up, supporting his camel, and was about to head back to the village, but he hesitated when he thought of what the Hu leader had said. They had indeed killed many Yuezhi people in the past. If he went in and provoked their anger, the situation would probably be no better than facing a pack of wolves.
He wandered at the entrance of the village. The aroma of food from each house was carried by the wind, making him hungry.
At this moment, a man came over with a torch. He looked closely and saw that it was Zhao Xiu's dead dog.
"Oh, can't wait?" Zhao Xiu, holding a torch and a basket, walked forward and handed the basket to the Turkic man. "Here, eat it."
The Turk wanted to overturn the basket, but his stomach would not allow it, so he took it with a gloomy face.
In addition to the haystacks at the entrance of the village, there was also a pile of firewood. In front of the firewood pile were some unchopped tree trunks. The Turks sat on them and couldn't wait to open the basket, take out the water bag inside and take a sip.
When he poured it into his mouth, he found that it was not water, but wine, kumis.
He was a little surprised and drank greedily. After a while, there was not a drop of the kumis left.
"Is it really so delicious? But I can't get used to it." Zhao Xiu took out some firewood from the firewood pile and built a pile of firewood, then lit it with a torch, and the surroundings gradually became brighter.
"You know what? Kumiss is the best wine in the world."
"That's because you haven't tasted the fine wine of Chang'an."
"I'll get to drink it someday, but I don't think it'll be as good as this kumis."
Zhao Xiu glanced at him and said, "You're quite arrogant." Then he took the torch and shone it on him from head to toe.
"Given your current frail state, you Turks still want to go to Chang'an? Do you really think these military garrisons in Dasheng are just for show?"
The Turkic man said coldly: "Our Turkic Third Division is not just for show."
"You were killed like this just for show?" Zhao Xiu shone the torch on his waist.
The Turks were furious and said, "That's because you Dasheng people are cunning and attacked us from behind."
"There's a saying in the Central Plains that goes 'All is fair in war,' and there's another saying that goes 'If you try to get the skin of a tiger, you'll be bitten back.' You were betrayed by your accomplices, ambushed and your body abandoned. It can only be said that this place won't work." Zhao Xiu pointed to his head.
The Turks threw their wine bags at him but missed.
Zhao Xiu picked up the wine bag and patted it. "There's a saying in the Central Plains that goes, 'Good and bad fortune go hand in hand.' If you hadn't been the victim of someone's conspiracy, how could you have gotten a lucky star like me?"
"Lucky star?" This guy really has the nerve to say that!
Zhao Fuxing said complacently, "I saved your life and allowed you to return with meritorious service while redeeming your crime. Doesn't that make me a lucky star?"
Hearing this, the Turk suddenly regained his composure, suppressed his anger, and began to gnaw on the grilled lamb chops. "After all, you still want me to deliver Yuhu for you."
Zhao Fuxing put the torch on, walked over and sat down next to him, and asked, "Then give me a definite answer, are you going or not?"
"Do I have a choice whether to go or not?"
“It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.”
The Turk stopped talking and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"
"I just heard from Zhi Tong that his father is in Beiting, and he's a sergeant under Guo Yuanzhen." Zhao Xiu narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't want to go, then I'll have to ask him for help. It's more convenient."
The grilled lamb chops in the Turkic man's mouth suddenly lost their flavor.
This damn dog gets bored with the old and loves the new so quickly?
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