Chapter 649

In the southern port, there was a busy scene.

The Malians captured the southern port and used it as a transit hub through which weapons, grain, grass and sergeants should transit.

In order to facilitate the docking of troop carriers and warships, the Malian people repaired the southern port, excavated deeper new berths, and cleaned up the sludge in the port, so that large ships can enter the port.

The sun rose in the East, and just as the red sun rose above the water, three troop carriers and two cargo ships sailed into the port.

Under the supervision of the agile supervisor with a whip, the ragged Chu slave workers began to work. The voices of drinking, scolding and whipping kept ringing, and the Chu people who fell and rushed walked onto the wharf.

"Pa"

A thin man carrying a big bag was whipped on his back by a sharp man.

The broken clothes, which had become silk strips, were completely rotten in an instant, revealing an eye-catching whip mark.

"If you don't look up when you see me, I'll kill you."

The sharp supervisor swears, and his face is full of sarcastic smiles.

The thin man stumbled, but he endured the pain and went on.

The big bag was unloaded in the warehouse. The thin man wiped his face. When the supervisor didn't pay attention, he slipped into the middle of the big bag pile and hid in a temporary rest place.

"Qi Laosi, what's the matter? Have you been whipped?"

Immediately someone asked politely.

Qi Laosi showed people the whip on his body, bent down and opened two big bags, touched the ointment he had hidden in advance, picked a little with his fingernails, asked his companions to help, and put the ointment on the whip marks.

"Let's go and work. If the supervisor finds out, you'll have to be whipped again."

Qi Laosi wiped the wound medicine and immediately went out.

His companions lying lazily on the ground mocked Qi Laosi:

"What's the use of being so attentive and not paying."

"Sooner or later, the agile people suffering from the plague will be copied and chrysanthemums will be opened."

"Hey, old four, aren't you Chinese? Why didn't anyone save you? Don't they all say that your han country is very strong?"

Qi Laosi's simple and honest face was full of smiles:

"Work hard and get less beaten. It's better to have no money than to die."

Qi Laosi said, looking at the movement outside, slipped out while the supervisor didn't pay attention, helped a slave worker unload his big bag and followed him outward.

With the sack on his back again, Qi Laosi was whipped by the supervisor again, and his steps became more staggering.

Putting down the sack in the warehouse, Qi Laosi wiped the sweat on his forehead, pulled the clothes he wanted to completely rot the bag, bowed his head and walked out, his heart full of sadness.

When will such a day come to an end.

It has been three months since they were arrested by the Chu people as slave workers. Their parents are old, their wife is ill and their son is young. They must have a hard time in these three months.

Qi Laosi looked at the sky. The sun was getting higher and higher, and the sky began to heat up.

On the far sea, several black spots came towards the port.

Qi Laosi thought with envy that if only there were such a big ship in our Han country, the Lord could come to save himself.

No, the Lord is in charge of the army. There is no match in walking and fighting in the world. Even without such a big ship, you can defeat these agile people suffering from plague.

Unfortunately, the Lord didn't know he was suffering here. If he knew, he would come to save himself.

Get out.

Qi Laosi suddenly had this idea in his heart.

The young son and the old father are short of food and clothing. They can't endure here any longer. They don't know which day they will die. They don't give money for their work. What can they take back to feed their wives and children.

But if you can't escape, you will die.

As he unloaded the bag and went back, Qi Laosi looked up at the high wooden fence of the port. There were two bodies hanging on it. Those who wanted to steal them were killed and hung on it for public display after they were caught.

Qi Laosi was afraid. If he was killed, he would never see his wife and children again.

The day passed quickly. Qi Laosi led two black faced Wotou in the kitchen, filled a bowl of salty soup without vegetable leaves with his own black porcelain bowl, and tired into the shack.

"Honest brother, have some soup."

Qi Laosi gave the black porcelain bowl to an injured companion lying in the shack.

Chen Chengzhen was ordered to sneak into the southern port with several paoze. When he was working, he sprained his foot and had rested for four or five days. In these four or five days, the Malian did not provide him with food. He lived only with the help of several robes and Qi Laosi.

Chen Chengzhen took a sip of soup and chewed a few mouthfuls of black noodles. Then he lowered his voice and asked Qi Laosi:

"Old four, what do you think of what I told you?"

Qi Laosi's face changed slightly and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to his home, he stammered:

"I dare not"

"I still have my wife and children to support. After doing this work, if I die, no one will support them. I can't die."

"Counseling package"

Chen Chengcheng scolded and stopped talking.

The prince's army is about to attack the southern port. If we can't send out the news, we don't know how many brothers will die.

However, the quick people watched closely. In addition to digging to escape, they really couldn't find a way to send news. Their injury further affected the progress of digging.

"Well, I won't let you join. Just help and give money. If you work here, you won't have money. When things are done, I'll give you money."

Chen Chengcheng looked at Qi Laosi with some hatred for iron and steel. How many people asked to join Dingwei, but they could not come in. He was his own recommender. On the contrary, he was afraid of death.

Qi Laosi's eyes lit up. Money?

"I did it"

Qi Laosi's simple and honest face is full of smiles. Although he doesn't have much money, he can buy a lot of food. When he goes home, he won't be too poor.

In this way, old Qi Sibai worked in the sky and dug underground holes at night.

Half a month later, the underground hole was finally dug.

That night, Chen Chengcheng, who had recovered from his leg injury, arranged for Qi Laosi.

"Don't move when you hear anything at night. You can go home tomorrow."

Qi Laosi looked nervously at the slave workers in the shack when he heard the speech. When he saw that everyone was sleeping and no one paid attention to this side, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why, is the Lord calling?"

Qi Laosi looked expectantly. If the LORD called, it must be a success.

Chen honestly nodded, "it's about to start. Don't move."

Then Chen started to stir up under the covers for a while, and took out a shovel.

"Honest brother, you won't go."

Qi Laosi grabbed Chen Chengcheng and his face was full of worry:

"Agile people are so tight that we can't beat them."

Chen Chengzhen glanced back at Qi Laosi and his face was full of disdain:

"Agile people are powerful, but our Han army is invincible."

Clapped the old man's shoulders, Chen walked to the doorway with his shovel and outside, there was already a dense hoofed voice.

Chen Chengcheng squinted slightly and looked into the distance.

The battle of the invincible Han army is about to begin.

"Hey, law"

In the sound of the horse's neighing, the iron horse crashed into the southern port like a torrent of steel, cutting the curtain like a sharp knife and breaking into the agile camp.