The robbers hooded Cherchen and Yuri and marched them into an abandoned post station.

    This is a post station built on the only way from Smolensk to several nearby villages and towns. During the reign of King wadiswaf, the decrees of the Republic were conveyed from Smolensk to villages and towns through such post stations. Countless business trips and villagers flowed between farms and cities on business roads. But now, these are deserted, and there is no continuous stream of caravans. The residents of the city have to spend four or five times more than before to buy the food and cloth they need; The farmers also shrank in the village. They made paper from bark, used carbon rods as pens, and made winter clothes from raw leather material turned out of wool skin.

    Two robbers hung Che Chen''s body in the air, one raised his head and the other raised his feet, threw him into the circle room full of feces, and then closed the circle door.

    "You two take turns watching them at night." Chechen heard the robber leader say so. They didn''t hear what else they said later.

    Because he was blindfolded, Chechen''s eyes were dark. He could not see the robber or Yuri. He could not tell whether it was day or night.

    After a while, he vaguely heard the sound of the night watchman walking back and forth. Obviously, even in such a cold day, the robbers did not neglect their duties, but were heavily guarded.

    But since he came here, Chechen still breathed a sigh.

    The first one, he survived. On this day, he faced two life crises. This time, the robber leader wanted to kill him with a halberd. He was saved by Uncle Pedro. At that time, he really thought the end was coming and was scared to death. The second time, when Uncle Pedro and the robber leader''s negotiation fell into a stalemate and was about to break, the sound of breaking the gun was really like the sound of death. But with his quick wit, he hid again.

    Now, it''s up to you whether it''s your third death or the prelude to escape.

    He must think of a way to escape as soon as possible.

    But this method is so difficult. In this situation, even if a pig lies in this circle, he can think of more ways than him. Because the pig won''t be tied up and hooded again.

    But Chechen is Chechen after all. For a while, he decided to find a way to loosen his hands and feet. But the "hummingbird" had already been taken by the robbers. Even if the sword was there, it was difficult and difficult to cut the rope with the blade.

    So he was ready to look for available tools in the room. He began to twist his back as hard as he could, twisting faster and faster. Every time, he could move his body out of his body. Then he took his body as the center and explored the ground with his hand tied behind his back, looking for any sharp object. Even these seven or eight times, he got nothing. He was tired and his whole body was numb. But Chechen took a little rest and then tried. He finally touched something.

    The surface of this thing is extremely smooth, but the edge is extremely sharp. If Chechen could take off his head cover now, he could see that it was a fragment of a glass wine cup. It''s not surprising that this thing appears here. After all, this is or used to be a post station.

    At this time, the ring door made a sound. The guard came to check the post.

    "What are you doing?" asked the robber guarding Chechen. He found that the position where Chechen sat was no longer the position he had thrown him.

    "I want to find a cleaner place, sir. It''s full of pig manure. It''s so smelly."

    "It''s no use where you go. It''s full of pig dung," said the robber guard with a wild smile.

    "Sir, how''s your companion with the injured hand?" Chechen didn''t respond to the teasing of the robber guard, but cared about the injured robber.

    "Why do you ask?" the robber guard''s voice was wary.

    "Nothing. After all, that gentleman was injured because of me. I just care about him." Chechen replied.

    "Gorod is in the room. You rest. I''ll let the blonde boy serve him," said the robber guard.

    The robber who was stabbed by himself was called goroday. Che Chen thought. And Yuri didn''t have an accident, which made Chechen secretly happy.

    "Then, sir, what do you use to heal Mr. goroday?"

    "What else can I use? What do you want in this place? It''s nothing. I took some bread and cobwebs and asked the blonde boy to apply his wound." maybe it was idle and boring. The robber guard chatted with Chechen without a word.

    "I think that Mr. goroday is really lucky," said Cherchen, pretending to be envious.

    "Lucky? He was stabbed like that by you, and his hands were almost broken. Is he lucky?" the robber guard almost felt that Che Chen was saying something ironic.

    "Of course I don''t mean that. I think Mr. goroday can rest in a warm room tonight because of his hand injury. My friend can also stay in the room to take care of him. I don''t want us, one in a stinky circle and the other in an icy and snowy outdoor." Chechen explained.

    He hoped to deceive the guard in front of him so that he could cut the rope calmly.

    Sure enough, Chechen''s words had an effect. The robber guarded the lighted room not far away, looked at Chechen sitting on the ground, and remembered that he had to look at the gate outside on such a cold day. His hands and feet were cold again.

    "You don''t want to run away?" the robber was still a little worried.

    "Mr. guard, how can I escape when my hands and feet are tied? If you don''t trust me, then lock the gate again. I''m waiting for our regiment to redeem me tomorrow." Chechen vowed.

    After listening to Chechen''s words, the guard thought it was true. He approached Chechen and examined the rope carefully. At last he locked the door and left at ease.

    After the door was locked, Chechen waited for a long time to make sure there was no movement outside. So he took out the broken glass in his hand, turned his wrist and cut it.

    I don''t know how many times I cut, the rope on my hand became more and more loose, and finally was cut off. Chechen was happy. He felt that he took off the Headcover on his head, and then began to untie the rope on his feet.

    Although man has gained freedom, it is still far away from the tiger''s mouth.

    "What should I do next?" Chechen asked.

    No one answered him, so he had to find the answer himself.

    Chechen arrived at the door first. The gate was firmly held by an iron lock, and there was no way to open it from the inside.

    Chechen walked to the other side of the circle again. That''s a wall.

    "If I could break through the wall and run to the sledge and jump on the back of a horse, I would be gone before they react."

    Good idea, but when Chechen knocked on the wall, he began to make trouble again - the wall was too thick.

    With the broken glass in hand, even if it takes ten days and a half months, it may not be able to open a gap.

    So he went to the other side.

    Suddenly, he seemed to be hit on his head by something very hard. With his hand feeling, Che Chen realized that it was a ladder. It turned out that the bottom of the circle was a place for raising pigs, but there was a layer on it, which was used to pile wheat straw and hay.

    Chechen climbed up the ladder. When he reached the top, he withdrew the ladder behind him.

    The top floor was not high, and the roof ran into Chechen''s head. He picked it with his hand. The roof was made of thatch. Soon he cut a hole.