Poor family mother and son

Chapter 905 Night ([-])
Even though the Voss prisoners guarding the window could get a sip of water every time because they were close to the water, but they had been imprisoned in this way for more than half a year, and they no longer had any fighting spirit.

At the beginning, there were more than 1000 people, but now there are less than [-] left. They are in this small space all day long. Many people have already gone from the initial collapse and shouting to the current numbness waiting to die.

Nobody wastes their breath trying to think about anything else.

But what did they hear?
Especially those who were leaning against the wall and guarding the window, they heard different movements.

At this time in the past, only the sound of regular patrolling footsteps outside and the occasional one or two curses could be heard.

Those were the six guards of the Xue Family Army.

Because the prisoners of war were locked in the warehouse, and the warehouse was more than ten feet high, even if they tried to escape from the roof, there were guards on the roof at night, and they would be found if there was any movement.

The hunger and the lack of space made them completely powerless and unable to support any actions, making the guards outside less and less. Now, there are only six fixed guards.

They were already familiar with the movements of the six guards, and they could tell who was who by their snoring. But just now, they heard a few low breaths, as if they were knocked down by someone covering their nose and mouth.

Immediately afterwards, among the prisoners leaning against the wall, some felt the wall vibrate, as if they had been kicked a few times, and then there was a short and muffled "uh" sound from the roof.

Then it fell silent.

The few captives who hadn't fainted from hunger or fell asleep, widened their eyes and felt the changes outside seriously, not daring to take a breath.

After a while, there was a low voice from the window: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I have a letter."

Immediately, the window shutter was removed, and a figure crawled into the window. The man was thin and bearded.

The warehouse was crowded, and as soon as the man's head came in, the man at the window grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

The man was caught short of breath, and cursed in a low voice: "Your wives and children will be sent to be slaves, don't you know how to worry!"

Feeling the loosening of the arms around the neck, the man said again: "If you don't want to alarm the guards, quickly pull me in!"

The prisoner at the window didn't have time to question and think, so he quickly pulled him in first.

Gan Lai was finally dragged in through the narrow window—the first step went smoothly.

Taking a breather, Gan Lai asked, "Is my brother Re Jiefu here? Is he still alive?"

The warehouse was silent, and most people were sleeping, because only when they were asleep would they not feel hungry, and there were quite a few half-asleep and half-awake who were hungry, but they were indifferent when they heard this.

It's already like this, what's the difference between living or not?Anyway, this breath is panting for the time being, does anyone know about the next breath?
There were also people who still had hope, looked at each other, and then two or three people replied hesitantly: "I am Re Jiefu, who are you?"

Gan came to look over.

The wind is really strong tonight, and it is blowing outside, and the moon looks extraordinarily bright, as if to prove that "the moon on the fifteenth is sixteen round".

The moonlight leaked in through some small holes in the roof, and a few faces could be vaguely seen, while the others were dark and unclear.

Although others may not be able to see his face clearly, Gan Lai still performed meticulously: "Rejiefu Skander, my brother is Rejiefu Skander!"

Rejiefu means "July" in Voss, and boys born in this month are often given this name, so two or three people will say that they are called Rejiefu.

When asked, no one answered.

"Is he... dead?" Gan Lai acted very vigorously, asking questions with a trembling voice, pinching his thigh with his fingers, the pinching was really good, it really hurt, the pain made his voice tremble.

My sister said that whatever you do, you have to look like you are doing it.

She is acting now, so she has to put herself into it.

No one answered Gan Lai's question.

A lot of people died, and the dead people were all transported out through that window. No matter how tall and burly a man was, if he died, he could be stuffed out through this window.

If you are hungry, there is nothing left.

Of course, if you can’t get out, you’ll be dead anyway.

Gan Lai choked up a sob, as if suppressing his grief and indignation - pinch himself again, for tonight's loss, he will have to eat some good supplements later, it hurts too much!

There were a few footsteps outside the wall, as if someone was approaching the window, everyone held their breath, and no one dared to speak.

A voice came from the window asking: "Have you finished? Hurry up!"

The captives kept their eyes on Gan Lai, and they now believed that Gan Lai was one of their own.

With the faint moonlight, they could vaguely distinguish Gan Lai's face, with a high nose and deep eyes, he was definitely not from Daxuan.

Gan Lai suppressed his sobs, and said "difficultly": "The peace talks are over, our king will hand over 50 taels of silver to Daxuan this time."

This sentence did not elicit any response.

Those who were asleep did not wake up, and those who were awake were not in the mood to wake up those who were asleep.

Gan Lai continued: "20 taels is the king's redemption for us, and 30 taels is the annual offering."

With this sentence, more people opened their eyes.

It seems that many people who closed their eyes were not asleep, but just didn't want to pay attention to them.

"We...can finally go back?" Someone asked excitedly.

Gan Lai: "It is possible, but, why would the king spend the ransom money in vain... The king took away our land, cattle, sheep, wives and children... woo woo woo."

This is another pinch of the thigh.

The pinching was not heavy, but the same position was pinched several times, woo woo woo, it hurts to death!

Gan Lai: "After we fled back to the tribe, we asked the headman, and the headman went to ask Youxian King, and Youxian King said that we can only get rid of the crime if we capture another place, otherwise, he can't keep our land. Cattle, sheep and women."

Only the soldiers from the Virat tribe had the chance to meet the Right Wise King Chamba after they fled back after being defeated.

However, since the death of the Ninth Prince of Voss, Jamba's voice in Voss has become smaller and smaller, and he cannot be compared with other tribal lords.

Who let the other lords die and he was the only one alive, which made King Voss very disgusted.

During the battle with Daxuan this time, Virat’s food supply was robbed by the Daxuan people, and Jamba’s strength was greatly reduced. Then King Vos took away the resources of the tribes in the name of raising ransom, and Jamba must be in a row. I dare not fart.

The analysis of all these was quickly completed in the minds of the prisoners, so they firmly believed in Gan Lai's words.

Some smart people even thought: I am afraid that the king is using this method to centralize power, because he has eavesdropped on the meeting between Jamba and a small tribe leader, saying that the king has already begun to be very dissatisfied with the independent affairs of several major tribes .

Another urging voice came from the window: "Hurry up!"

Gan Lai also speeded up his speech: "Brothers, brothers of Virat, we don't have much land, if it is really taken away, we will not be able to live anymore!

I'll lead people to rescue you out, and follow me to sneak attack on their Xuanwei mansion. There are our people over there. "

(End of this chapter)