[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

In the boundless wilderness, the man rode his horse and galloped wildly. The air formed a wind and passed quickly by his ears. He could already hear the sound of horseshoes chasing behind him. It was as far as ten feet away, but the pursuit behind him was still inseparable.He suddenly remembered the novelty of facing all the strange things when he first came to Dadu. He thought of Kuo Kuo Zhen, Ku Tu Lun, and what Boyan had said in his ear. He said: Don’t struggle, you idiot.

The last thing he thought of was that after the first battle in Xiangyang, the seriously injured man was lying on the stretcher, he was so angry that he suddenly hugged him with his last strength, his deep and warm voice seemed to come from the other side of the heaven.

May you be well, my brother.

My hometown is always in a beautiful distance.In the end, he let out a desperate roar, and looked at the wild sky covering the whole wilderness in his shaking eyes, knowing that he could not escape.

Seeing that he was no longer moving forward, the people behind gradually slowed down, and finally stopped tens of feet away from him. Marco turned his horse's head and looked at the people in front of him.The surrounding wind suddenly became hollow, and the distant mountains and horse herds, deserts and lakes were all blown into a hasty look in the twilight.The person in front of him was only wearing a casual robe, his long black hair was blown up and down like intricate water plants, and his gaze was a desolation he had never seen before in the fluttering blue hair.

The two looked at each other, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Escape from prison without permission, do you know how big your crime is?"

"Then what are you going to do, cut off my legs?"

Zhen Jin didn't answer, and still had no expression on his face, just looked at him, and suddenly took out something from his bosom.

Marco's eyes widened, and he recognized that it was the cross given to him by his father. After Xiangyang's defeat in the first battle, it became evidence of his treason and was held in Zhenjin's hands.

Zhen Jin looked at him, slowly clenched his hands, and then slowly let go.The sky slowly sank behind him, and the boundless wilderness stretched at the end of the world. He suddenly raised his hand and threw it towards him. Marco caught it quickly, only feeling that the small cross was hot in his palm.

"Go away and never come back."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head slowly, leaving Marco standing still and looking at his back.

The road is still ahead, and his journey will continue.

On the vast land, Marco rode his horse and galloped. During the day, he followed the direction in his memory, and at night he followed the guidance of the three sister stars.The long sound of water in Venice called him home deep in his heart, and he ran day and night without sleep, as if something was chasing after him.

However, even though he treasured the journey, his supplies only lasted seven days.Marco knew he was in trouble when he hadn't found the supply point he was supposed to be at by the end of the seventh day.

When the ninth day came, he had already walked in the desert for two days without a drop of water, and there were still countless sand dunes in front of his eyes, full of yellow sand, yellow sand, yellow sand, boundless and endless.At night, a sandstorm blew up on the flat ground, and the flying sand all over the sky gathered and dispersed at a high speed in the strong wind, as if the end of the world was coming, and the sky and the earth seemed to be mixed together.

The sandstorm lasted all night, and when it was over Marco found himself disoriented.The sun rose quickly, and the sun was scorching the yellow sand, and the rising temperature seemed to melt the sky and the earth.In the endless desert, it was difficult for him to move a single step. The extreme heat and hunger made him feel that his consciousness was gradually detached from his individuality. He finally fell exhausted in the sand, feeling that he would never escape. up.

In the dream, there was a howling wind, blowing away every cloud.

Dusk turned the whole world blue, soft and serene, with no scorching sun, no sandstorm, and the evening wind blowing on his chest was like a gentle caress.The blue princess was right in front of him at this moment, stretching out her hand to caress his cheek, Marco went over to kiss her cheek...

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and Marco found that he was no longer lying under the tree with Kuo Kuozhen, but lying alone on another grassland, surrounded by boundless wilderness.Night turned into morning, and the bright sun left a dazzling golden edge around the distant horizon, like a watershed between the sky and the earth, and the surroundings suddenly became warmer.

True gold appears at the end of the horizon.The prince looked arrogant, his golden armor was shining brightly, and his whole body seemed to come from the depths of the sun.Marco shook his head slowly in disbelief, but when he opened his eyes again, the prince was already lying under him.His long black hair was scattered on the sand like entangled water plants, and he suddenly stretched out his hands to hold his face, just like Kuo Kuo really did to him.Night and day, moon and sun, blue and bright yellow are intertwined to create brilliant colors.

He stroked him gently, took off the clothes on him, Marco felt a kind of enthusiasm rising in his chest, the real gold fingertips brushed Marco's shoulders and chest with primitive heat, and his firm palm caressed him belly.

The prince began to tremble under his body, the heat all over his body made him stretch out to his heart's content, every slight movement brought a scorching temperature.He inserted his hand deeply into the real gold hair, and the prince raised his head and touched his lips lightly.

There was some kind of pure warmth in the real gold kiss, long and moist, and he wanted to suck more, but it was gone.

The howling wind engulfed everything, dusk, sunlight, fields, breeze... everything seemed to be burned by flames, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

He reached out to grab something, but there was nothing.

There is no past and no future.

Ma Ke opened his eyes as soon as he shut up, and didn't know where he was for a moment, but just as he was about to sit up, someone pressed the edge of a sword against his neck.

The one holding the sword was a European dressed as a mercenary. Marco looked around in an instant. The group of people in front of him looked like a caravan, but there was someone holding a cross and dressed as a priest, standing around indifferently. look this way.

"Derek, he's awake!"

The man with the sword shouted not far away, and after a while, a middle-aged man walked out of the tent, walked up to him and squatted down, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, with a joyful expression on his face.

"...this is simply a gift from Jesus to us."

He puts down.

"Boy, we are entrusted by the Pope to donate a hundred priests to the Khan, so that he can open a trade route to the Central Plains."

"And you, the fugitive, will be escorted by me to Dadugui Khan. He will be very happy to see you."

When Ma Ke heard it, he felt something was wrong. It turned out that this group of people was going to take him back to gain Kublai Khan's trust!

"No, you can't!"

he shouted, and the middle-aged man stood up and turned to the man with the sword.

"Dot, put him in handcuffs."

"No, please, sir, I'm Italian and I came here with my father in business. For God's sake, don't send me back!"

However, the middle-aged man just returned to the tent indifferently. Dot kicked him down, took out the handcuffs around his waist and handcuffed him, and ignored his pleadings. People just watched indifferently as he was dragged into the tent.

Thus he passed from one life of prisoner to another.

During the day he was tied to a horsetail and followed behind the team, and at night he was stuffed into a tent and guarded by the mercenary man.

It's not that he hasn't tried to escape in the past three days, but his energy is really low. Derek and his party only feed him a small amount of dry food every day to keep him alive, and the mercenaries follow him all the time. beside him.In the past three days, he only knew that Derek had a very trusting partner, Barry, and he often saw them discussing something sneakily together.One of the clergymen, a kind doctor named Oliver, would sneak him a bite of food when he was dying of hunger.

On the fourth day, Marco felt a little more energetic. Although the distance between the shackles was only enough for him to hold dry food, he had a way.

Dot couldn't help cursing when he got back to his tent that night.

"It's all Derek's fault. He insisted on leaving you to me, so I couldn't close my eyes for a few days."

Hearing the man's complaints, Marco was dozing off motionlessly, and the city was less than three days away. He knew that if he didn't take some action, his life would be dark.

The desert night is never silent.The howling wind kept sweeping the gravel on the tent, and the sound was monotonous and desolate.

Marco didn't turn around until midnight, and Dot couldn't help dozing off. He stood up quietly and moved to the fire.

He took a piece of firewood from the fire, and moved it lightly to the man's side.

Dort heard the movement and opened his eyes, Marco swung a firewood stick over, the mercenary quickly dodged away in surprise, Marco jumped to nothing, turned around again, the mercenary pulled out his sword, and the two were in the narrow space Hands-on in the space.Although Ma Ke has practiced kung fu under Boyan's hands, his handcuffed hands can't exert strength at all, and he is still stretched after trying all his life's learning. Poked into his shoulder!

"Well……"

Marco deeply suppressed the cock in his throat, staggered back a few steps, saw Dot walking towards him step by step, gritted his teeth suddenly, and bumped into him head-on!

The mercenary was caught off guard and lost his grasp and fell to the ground, hitting the stone pile beside the campfire. He heard a "boom!", and the man suddenly fell silent.

Blood flowed out slowly.

Ma Ke stood up in shock and walked up to the man bravely, but he did not respond.But the key was with Derek, and he couldn't even run a mile without freeing his hands.Marco estimated that Dort would not be unconscious for long, so he had to act faster.

It was already late at night, and most of the entourage had already fallen asleep.The wind howled around, and he quietly came to the largest tent, but saw that the lights inside were still on, and two figures could be seen faintly.

"...Are you sure this is possible?"

It was Barry's voice.

"... How many times have I said that this is the only way to do it now. The Mongolian king admired Jesus and wholeheartedly wanted to believe in Christ, but he suffered from the lack of official missionaries. Let's say that other priests died on the way, and only ten people survived. In addition, I brought the Pope’s autographed letter and the leftover cross, and I came to Dadu to preach according to God’s will, and we captured another fugitive alive, the Khan will definitely value us.”

"It's only three days away from Dadu, is everything arranged?"

"...We went this time just in time for their Hundred Moons Festival, and asked Dot to take a few people and guys to ambush nearby, and we will strike when we see the opportunity..."

"........."

Ma Ke was startled, these people were not going to preach, but had other intentions!Thinking of this, he left the tent as if he suddenly remembered something, tiptoed around to the last car, lifted the sackcloth covering it with both hands, and was stunned.

Just when he thought the car was full of firewood, it was densely packed with firecrackers!

He had seen these in Jia Sidao's army in Xiangyang, and they were so powerful that they could flatten a small piece of land, let alone kill people.And there is a car full of guns in front of him, is this the rhythm of blowing up the city? !

However, just as he gasped for breath, he suddenly felt a blunt blow in the back, and one of them lost his footing and knelt down, and was immediately subdued from behind.

Derek and Barry appeared in front of his eyes, and Barry looked at the people around him.

"What should we do? He already knows our purpose. Let's take him back. What if he informs us?"

Marco was suppressed on the ground and couldn't move. He desperately raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

Derek looked down at the person who was pinned to the ground in front of him, with a stern face for a long time.

"I have no choice but to cut off his tongue."

"Do not----!!"

Marco yelled desperately to resist, but his limbs were controlled and he couldn't break free. He was suddenly hit on the head by something, and he passed out.

tbc

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