The term "wild man" has been passed down from the Qin, Han, Tang and Song dynasties to the present day. At first, it was used to describe those uncivilized and barbaric people who had not yet awakened to wisdom. Later on, it came to refer to those who, for various reasons, had abandoned their household registration. In reality, Tie Shan and his group were considered "wild men". And now, in the Northern Expedition's Western Route Army's large camp, there existed a "wild man", one who had escaped from being a slave of the Northern Yuan.

  At dawn, the army was distributing breakfast food. Xu Sheng was drinking hot porridge and eating dry rations in his hand. The savage stared at the pancake in Xu Sheng's hand with envy, swallowing saliva. Xu Sheng couldn't bear his naked gaze and turned around, but unexpectedly, the savage followed him. After turning back and forth, the two finally ended under Xu Sheng's surrender, and he could only give half of the pancake to the savage.

  His dark hands grasped the baked cake, and a greedy smile appeared on his dirty face. Xu Sheng looked at him curiously, wondering how this savage with only half a tongue could eat such a hard and dry cake.

  The savage had his own method, he scooped a ladle of water from the horse trough, not minding its dirtiness, and directly threw the pancake into it. The pancake and water became mushy, and the savage swallowed it with big mouthfuls, finishing it in just two mouthfuls. He still licked his lips, revealing white teeth as he stared at Xu Sheng.

  Xu Sheng, with a dumbfounded expression, subconsciously handed the pancake he had just picked up to him. Xu Sheng had clearly seen earlier that the wild man's mouth still had an unknown black thing that was also added to his stomach. The look of enjoyment on his face didn't seem fake, and Xu Sheng really couldn't understand why cold water-soaked pancakes were so delicious?

  The savage who was savoring what he thought was delicious food couldn't help but think of his previous life...

  His home was in a village near the capital, and as a mischievous child he would often pull his grandfather's beard for entertainment. Although he was frequently scolded by his father for not studying diligently, each time his gentle and kind mother secretly comforted him, and so he lived without worries or cares.

  Until that day, the village elder suddenly let everyone gather at the village entrance, even the elderly grandfather with weak legs was no exception. When they arrived at the village entrance, they found a court army waiting there. The leading Yuan dynasty official whispered something in the elder's ear, and then saw those wolf-like soldiers pulling out the old and disabled people from the crowd, including his grandfather.

  His father struggled to resist at the time, but his grandfather stopped him and followed the soldiers out. Then, as a child, he saw his grandfather being killed by those ferocious soldiers along with other people. The crowd suddenly burst into a shocking wail, and his father rushed up and wrestled with the soldiers, and other villagers with blood also rushed out.

  What happened next completely destroyed the fragile heart of a young boy. The leader of the Yuan people saw his father lead the resistance and, without hesitation, shot him in the chest with one bullet. Red blood splattered out, his father turned his head to look at the savage and his mother with difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes.

  The savage, who had been stunned, slowly raised his head and looked at his mother. He saw that she was covering her mouth tightly, with tears streaming down her face. And so, after the soldiers had killed all those who could not move or were restless, this group of people was tied up with a thick hemp rope into a long line, moving slowly towards an unknown destination.

  They walked slowly, from Dadu to the Great Wall, and from the Great Wall to the grasslands. Along the way, more and more people like them joined their ranks, but there were always those who escaped on the road. Every time that happened, his mother would tightly hug him, and the two of them would watch as Yuan's cavalry shouted and chased after them, killing them off one by one. When they returned, Ma Zhan's horse would be hung with human heads, a grim tally of how many had tried to flee.

  For them, if there's a first escape, there'll be a second one. So the Yuan people took charge and made sure these fugitives would never have a second chance; once you're dead, you can rest in peace.

  At last, after an unknown number of days and nights, they arrived at a tribe, a very large tribe. The savage and his mother were assigned to a bearded man like livestock, from that day on, the two became the private property of the bearded man...

  Perhaps it was the blessing of heaven that the wild man, when assigned to take care of horses, displayed an astonishing talent. No matter how fierce or unruly the horse was, they would all be willing to get close to him and behave obediently in front of him.

  From then on, he changed from a slave to a groom among slaves, and also greatly improved the lives of his mother and daughter. As the days went by, he recognized that his mother was getting older day by day. One day when he returned to the tent after releasing the horses in the wild, his mother grasped him with her hands as dry as firewood, and her eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

  "My son, you must remember that the blood flowing through your veins is Han blood, your name is a Han name, and your father and grandfather were killed by those beasts outside. Remember! You must remember!" The eyes filled with bloody tears stared fixedly at the savage, and the fear in his heart rose up again, as if the deaths of his father and grandfather had just happened before his very eyes.

  He fiercely broke free from his mother, turned and ran out of the tent, but didn't notice that his mother was watching him with a gaze full of connection. After running for a long time in the wilderness, he came back, only to find his mother's body quietly lying inside the tent.

  He was led back to his own tent by his master, and that night another person appeared on his bed, a Han woman like him. They hugged each other, driven by instinct, doing everything they should do.

  From that day on, she and he lived together, and he gradually forgot the last words his mother had said to him. Every day, he only replaced his master's good horse, taking good care of her.

  But all this was shattered by another warrior, whose master lost the title of warrior in a battle, and these people became slaves to the victors, and she was favored by her new master. Chastity is the most beautiful virtue of Han women, she killed herself, he went mad.

  The horse in the stable was poisoned to death by a savage, but his master couldn't find any evidence that it was done by the savage, so he cut off his tongue and deprived him of his identity as a groom, throwing him into the stable to wait for death.

  The night fell on the prairie, and the wild man lying on the grass looked up at the sky quietly. He thought of his father, his grandfather, and also remembered what his mother had said, and finally he thought of her.

  After that night, he would often use his fingers to draw something on the ground whenever he had a chance, but never let anyone else see it, not even those who were also slaves. However, one of the slaves discovered his secret - he was writing Chinese characters.

  That slave was the elder of the savage village, who was the one that gathered them at the entrance of the village. The elder told this news to his new master, and so the savages got the punishment they deserved, their tongues were shorter in their mouths, hung high on a pillar, exposed to wind and rain, pecked by eagles and hawks.

  The stubborn vitality that had enabled him to survive five days without food or water earned the savage a certain respect from his master, a small but not insignificant respect.

  This allowed him to continue living as a hard worker until he escaped from that devil-like place, of course, before he escaped, he left a gift for the elder who had reported his merits and became a small leader among the slaves, adding some seasonings to the elder's food, something that could kill a grown horse...

  He fled and lived on the desolate grassland for over ten days, relying on wild roots, underground insects, and winter hares. He struggled to survive until he was captured by the Western Route Army.

  Now, the savage feels very happy, surrounded by Han people, and he is no longer a slave, eating the food made by the Han family, everything is so good.

  The savage looked at Xu Sheng in front of him, who was staring at him all the time, and started writing on the ground with his fingers. Xu Sheng was wondering why the savage didn't eat but instead drew randomly on the ground, so he curiously walked over and bent down to take a look, just as the savage finished writing the last stroke.

  On the damp sandy ground, seven crooked and twisted Chinese characters were written: My name is Meng Ran...

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