A Top Drama Student

Jiang Hao looked at the Han soldiers guarding them. This force was the Dunhuang Prefect's Army, and every man had a warhorse beside him. In the deserts of the Western Regions, one could not travel a step without a horse. This was a cavalry unit of roughly a hundred men.

They wore standard Han Army Leaf Armor and iron helmets. Some carried spears, some had bows slung across their backs, and some wore longswords at their waists. Some were eating dry rations, some drinking water, and some feeding their horses. At present, only one squad was watching over these prisoners.

Looking at their own side, they were all dressed in tattered cloth garments, their hands bound. After their long march, every one of them was exhausted, pale-faced, with cracked lips and clouded eyes.

"Brother, we haven't had any water all day. Give us a drink." Someone suddenly spoke in a rough voice.

Jiang Hao looked over and saw that the speaker was one of his Squad Leaders, Pang Xiong. He was tall and powerfully built, always exceptionally brave in battle, and he also had Western Regions blood in him.

As soon as Pang Xiong spoke, the others began shouting as well.

"That's right. We've been walking all day. We're dying of thirst."

"Are you trying to let us die of thirst?"

At that moment, a Squad Leader from the Prefect's Army stood up and barked, "What are you all shouting for? You're criminal soldiers. What, do you expect us to feed and water you like honored guests? If you want water, there's an oasis another fifty li ahead. You can drink there."

"But we're dying of thirst now. You have water. Give us some," Pang Xiong shouted.

That Squad Leader strode over, raised the horsewhip in his hand, and lashed