Trapped in Ancient Times
chapter 3 - In Stimulation

Leaving the tribe and coming to a desolate wilderness was, of course, a definition of destruction relative to Yang Hao's point of view.

Looking at the daring field, even though Yang Hao hated it in his heart, he still pretended to be obedient on the surface.

With the sound of a whip, Yang Hao and the other male slaves were driven to the farmland, while the female slaves were brought to an unknown place.

Yang Hao did not care much about what happened to the Iain people, and while imitating the other slaves, he pretended to work and looked around quickly with his eyes.

But to his great disappointment, the tribe guarded the slaves very tightly. Near the farmland, as far as he could see, there were no less than a dozen armed soldiers.

In that case, he knew very well that fleeing rashly was only seeking death. Although he was a little disappointed, his life was safe for now, so he was not confused.

「 Damn, this group of bastards is guarded very tightly. It seems like relying on my own strength, it is basically impossible to escape from here. 」

Thinking of this, Yang Hao quickly looked around without attracting the attention of the guards.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the slave named Qu who was only four or five meters away from him.

「 This guy is stupid, he should be easy to fool, win this guy first. 」

The plan of escaping alone was destroyed, Yang Hao immediately decided to recruit more slaves into the group, if he was chased and killed while fleeing, with this back, his chances of survival would be much higher

After making up his mind, Yang Hao slowly approached Qu's direction while digging the ground with a strange tool.

In order not to attract the attention of others, Yang Hao did so very carefully, it took him almost half an hour to get to around Qu after a short distance of several meters.

Seeing his behavior not attracting the attention of others, Yang Hao heaved a sigh of relief.

Pretending to lower his head to dig the ground, he whispered, 「 Hey, brother! 」

Perhaps because his voice was too low, he did not respond to Yang Hao's words, and he still did the work in his hands seriously.

「 Days, this sand coin. 」

Yang Hao cursed silently, his brain working fast, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

With a very natural movement, the wooden handle of the tool was disguised as if it had accidentally touched someone else.

At this moment, he finally noticed the new slave beside him.

Seeing this, Yang Hao felt proud.

「 Damn, Oscar owes me a statue. 」

Just as Qu was about to speak, Yang Hao quickly said in a low voice: 「 Shut up, work! 」

He glanced at Yang Hao for some reason, and continued to work hard.

「 Him, can you hear me? Nod when you hear it. 」

Yang Hao glanced at Qu, and after seeing him nod, he continued, 「 Thank you very much this morning. 」

Hearing this, Qu answered flatly, 「 It's okay! 」

「 how long have you been here? 」

「 Three years! 」

When Yang Hao heard it, he cursed silently, thought for a moment and continued: 「 Qu! I want to ask you something, did any slave give up his status as a slave? 」

「 Yes, when master goes to war, sometimes he will send some slaves to join the battle. If the battle was brave, the master was happy, and sometimes some slaves would become warriors. 」

He muttered in a low voice: 「 Isn't this just cannon fodder? Let me work for you son of a bitch, shit, dream! 」

Even though he spoke to her, Yang Hao continued to pay attention to the movements of the guards. When he saw someone looking at him, he immediately stopped talking and concentrated on working like the other slaves, with their faces facing down, backs facing the sky.

The sun was scorching, and Yang Hao, who had just had breakfast, was completely aware of the tribulation of being a slave at this moment.

Dou Da sweat dripped down his forehead, and he stepped on the farmland with his bare feet, feeling a dull ache.Yang Hao felt that if he continued to dry like this, he would not be far from fainting.

Perhaps to confirm his feelings, a slave not far from him finally fainted due to his strength.

But this poor man, instead of receiving effective treatment, was cruelly beaten.

Looking at the ferocious guards, brandishing whips, they beat up the poor slave face to face.

Yang Hao's eyes twitched violently.

Hearing the heart-piercing cry of the man, the slaves all trembled in fear, not daring to catch a breath, for fear that the guards' whips would befall them.

After being beaten for a while, the poor slave was already unconscious, then the guard summoned several slaves and dragged away the unconscious slave.

Yang Hao thought it was over, but what he did not expect was that the men tied the unconscious slave's hands and hung them on a tree next to the farmland.

The inhumane approach made Yang Hao, who originally had no sense of justice, feel a little sympathy in his heart.

「 These bastards, I don't think I'm a good person. Compared to them, I can instantly become a saint. Damn it, even if you are Chinese ancestors, one day, I will destroy your ancestors. 」

With the example of this slave, even though Yang Hao was dizzy, he still gritted his teeth and stood up, when he felt that he was about to lose his strength, he pinched his thighs hard.

It was not until dusk, when the scorching sun sank below the horizon, that the day of hell of the slaves had ended. Dragging his exhausted body back to the dirty fence, Yang Hao had already stopped thinking of escaping.

Sitting on the ground, I felt my whole body falling apart, and it hurt.

A rumbling stomach reminded him that today's suffering had not ended Touching his withered stomach, Yang Hao curled up on the ground, his teeth clucking, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

「 I can't stay here a day. I'd rather die than

there's been a life like this my whole life. 」

After a short rest, the pain in his body subsided slightly, Yang Hao turned around and sat down, followed the direction he remembered, and walked towards the direction where he was in the darkness.

Wanting to escape from here, he thought repeatedly, the only way was the slave riot, but these slaves had been obedient for a long time, and they rose to the top and rebelled, clearly dreaming, and they had been obedient for a long time, a kind of domineering spirit possessed him, and his younger brother bowed down To Yang Hao at the moment, this was even more absurd than nonsense.

In order to restore the traces of blood of these people, he felt that he had to do something.

He came to her side and pushed her that was lying on the ground.

「 Brother, have you slept? 」

He turned around, looked at Yang Hao, and asked suspiciously, 「 Ada

whahuh? 」

「 Can't sleep, find someone to talk to. 」

He glanced at Yang Hao like an idiot, and lay down again.

「 Dia, do you have family? 」 He did not reply, but Yang Hao trembled slightly upon seeing Qu's body.