Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Although under normal circumstances, the more fierce the resistance, the more severe the beating.

The human POWs couldn't stand it anymore and began to protest.

But this kind of protest is ridiculous, commonly known as non-violent non-cooperation.

This kind of behavior is nothing more than a joke in Chu Ci's eyes.

To deal with this group of Diao people, he simply doesn't have too many methods.

After a long period of observation and understanding, Chu Ci had a general understanding of the identity and background of this group of human prisoners of war.

What kind of guards, what kind of samurai, in layman's terms, it's just a bunch of villains who can do anything for money.

After understanding, these sixty or seventy human warriors are roughly divided into three types of people.

The first type is a small number of people, belonging to the descendants of Count Hegel, more than a dozen, headed by the great swordsman Kordo, with excellent equipment, a little bit of two-handed martial arts, an iron rice bowl civil servant, and the most loyal to the boss.

In the battle of the Grand Canyon at Sunset, this group of loyal dogs of the Earl's Court resisted the most fiercely, so they died the fastest and the worst.

The second type is the members of the slave hunting group of the Earl's Court, most of them are brave and ruthless people who have lives in their hands, commonly known as stinky hooligans, street runners, and unemployed vagrants, the equipment is bought by themselves, they have not received formal military training, they have killed anyone who has opened their mouths and closed their mouths, and they seem to be ruthless characters, but in fact, they are all some strong and dry goods, and it is okay to fight a good fight, and they will start to flee for their lives when they encounter ruthless stubble.

The third type has the largest number of people, most of them are the illegitimate children of some wealthy families, who spent money to go to the Duke's Mansion to mix the title of knight squire, and follow the qualifications of the caravan gangsters, this group of people is the most afraid of death, the fastest to surrender, and the most wasteful.

Chu Ci, who had already known about this group of prisoners of war, glanced at everyone, and then snapped his fingers.

After snapping your fingers, and then ... There is no then.

Chu Ci suddenly missed Xiao Genteng and Qi Shengnan a little.

Chu Ci, who looked embarrassed, turned his head: "Big Bell!"

"It's coming, it's coming. Big Bell, who looked like a black iron tower, hurriedly ran over, and lowered his body, afraid that he would not be able to hear what Chu Ci said.

"Dig a hole. Chu Ci casually: "That, that, and that, bury them for the other." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the faces of the three people who were pointed out by Chu Ci turned pale.

All three were members of the slave hunting group, and the protests of the POWs were instigated by these three men.

Chu Ci noticed when there was some commotion in the crowd just now, it was these three idiots who fanned the flames one after another, and then lowered their heads after stirring up the atmosphere.

Chu Ci saw all this, but he didn't say it.

Big Bell scratched the back of his head: "Just kill it, what are you digging a pit for?" ”

Old George next to him walked over briskly and kicked Big Bell to his stomach.

Big Bell, who didn't know why he looked aggrieved, said to the little George behind him: "Learn more from your big brother Chu Ci how to use your brain." ”

Little George's big eyes rolled wildly, and he nodded with a smile.

Three humans who were inciting protests slipped out, crying for their fathers and mothers.

Old George called a few tribal warriors and dug three big holes.

Under Chu Ci's command, three human warriors who fanned the flames were buried in it, only three heads were exposed, and a call was a kick, and a kick was a back molar.

Chu Ci smiled and said to the prisoners of war: "I was fortunate enough to go to the Sleepless Forest once, and I found a very magical creature, very similar to ants, I don't know about you."

What is this gada called, this creature is only the size of a thumb, and the strange thing is that it can spray acid from the mouth, this acid is very corrosive, it can corrode flesh and blood, and after spraying acid, it will decompose the food, a hundred, not much, just a hundred such strange little creatures, half an hour, anyway, it will not be an hour, it can break down a strong man into minced meat, and then carry it back to the nest. ”

The prisoners' legs began to tremble.

They had heard of this kind of humus ant, and many elementalists bought it at a high price for experiments.

Chu Ci continued: " The acid sprayed by this creature can also burn nerves instantly, what is a nerve, you don't need to understand, you just need to know that when your skin is contaminated with this acid, you don't feel any pain at all, so you will watch your body be broken down by small pieces, small pieces by the ant colony, first the skin, then the muscle tissue, and finally the bones, during this period, you can watch the whole process, you can not feel any pain, this is a very magical experience. ”

Chu Ci still had that harmless smile on his face, and his eyes swept over the human prisoners of war: "Three heads, not enough for the ant colony to eat, ten heads are enough, there are still seven, who wants to try it, since you are dissatisfied and don't want to continue to work as a coolie for Lao Tzu, you can, feed the ants." ”

The human POWs lowered their heads in unison, their legs shaking violently.

Snorted coldly, Chu Ci shouted: "Before sunset, I want to find out seven heads, seven slowest working heads, now, for Lao Tzu to cut down trees, two hundred logs, these seven heads I want to decide, whoever wants to taste the feeling of being gnawed by ants, who will continue to delay time." ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of prisoners of war ran away to find axes.

Chu Ci pursed his lips and scolded the cheap bones.

Little George walked over and asked curiously, "Brother Chu Ci, what do we want to do with the logs?"

"I don't know, hitting children on a rainy day is idle. ”

After leaving this inexplicable sentence, Chu Ci walked back to the tent for a lunch break with his hands behind his back.

Big Bell and Little George had a question mark on their heads, but Old George couldn't help but nod his head, looking like he suddenly realized.

Big Bell hurriedly asked, "Chief, what did Brother Chu Ci do with those human prisoners of war cutting down logs?"

"Do nothing. ”

"Huh?"

"He just didn't want to let those human POWs sit idle. ”

After finishing speaking, the old chief sighed slightly: "It would be nice if this kid was our barbarian." ”

The tent that has been re-strengthened and repaired is not leaky and very strong, and Chu Ci is lying next to the brazier with a giant rat skin and sleeping very steadily.

This sleep, Chu Ci slept until the afternoon.

After leaving the tent and inquiring, knowing that the human prisoners of war had finished cutting down the trees, Chu Ci gathered the people together again, thinking about how to continue to squeeze this group of free laborers.

The camp was able to be renovated not only by the hard work of human prisoners of war, but also by the tribal warriors.

After all, it is their own homeland, and the tribal warriors with a strong arm are energetic and energetic, and they have no less strength.

A barbarian can hold a group of prisoners of war, two prisoners of war carry a log together, tired and like a dead dog, walk for a while and rest for a while, while the barbarian warrior is an arm between one, walking like flying, if it is really relying on human prisoners alone, the camp reconstruction project will be delayed for at least half a month, and a lot of food will have to be wasted.

Chu Ci, who had rested enough, came to the front of the prisoners of war, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

A group of prisoners of war fell into deep thought again when they saw Chu Ci, and their hearts were cold to the big intestines.

"Don't look at me with the eyes of the devil, you people, one counts as one, none of you are a good bird, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know what you do. Chu Ci snorted coldly: "This is cause and effect, you have done bad things, so you met me, if one day I do something bad and want to go to bad debts, I don't even take a fart, come out and mix, sooner or later I have to pay it back, don't pretend to be innocent with Lao Tzu!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci shook the whip loudly, and the frightened group of human prisoners of war trembled.

A moment later, a thin middle-aged man came to Chu Ci tremblingly.

"Mighty barbarians, I, on behalf of all prisoners of war, want ... Think... Want to fight us with you ... Earn us some time to rest. ”

"Which onion are you?" Chu Ci raised his head, his face disdainful, ready to stand up at any time.

"I am the former captain of the caravan, the great swordsman Cordo. Cordo cautiously looked at Chu Ci's face: "Please don't get me wrong, we didn't talk about the conditions, we are just too tired, we just want to strive for an extra hour of rest every day." ”

After Cordor finished speaking, he looked vigilant, afraid that this moody barbarian would directly let people dig a pit for him to bury.

"Oh, it's you, kid. Chu Ci looked at Cordo from top to bottom, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot that you are such a number one person, how did you lose weight to be so virtuous." ”

Before, Yan Entropy asked him where he was going, saying that spiritual power could materialize where that guy ran away, and Chu Ci thought that this guy was hanging.

The so-called spiritual power materialization is called "war intent" on this planet, and although there are not many human warriors with war intent, there are definitely a lot, so Yan Entropy went to the human territory to study what the spiritual body materialization was all about.

Looking at the extremely weak Cordo from top to bottom, Chu Ci smiled and said, "You don't have to work, go to my buddy in a while, my buddy will study you carefully." ”

Cordo's heart sank, and he felt that he was going to be finished.

Looking at Chu Ci, Kordo mustered up the courage to ask, "Respected barbarian warriors, we have finished our work, will you really let me go back?"

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, if you believe it, you will have a chance to go back alive. Hehe, if you don't believe it, then don't believe it. ”

"Faith, we believe. ”

Cordo is simply talking nonsense.

He hadn't seen anyone more capable of fooling him.

He swore that the barbarian in front of him was definitely the least worthy of oaths of all the races he knew, and whenever he saw his companions exhausted, they would always use clever words and coax and scare, and they did it day after day.

It's a long eye, and you can see it.,This guy is just a toss.,If you don't work, you have to think of something to live out for everyone to do.。

Chu Cicai didn't care whether Kordo believed it or not, he did have the intention to let them go, anyway, in addition to being coolies, this group of people didn't have any skills, and it was a waste of food to keep them.

Chu Ci's gaze crossed Kordo, looked at the group of prisoners of war and shouted: "I agree with your request, sleep for an extra hour every day, and from tomorrow onwards, each person will chop two more logs and transport them back." ”

The prisoners of war were just about to cry out with joy, when suddenly they reacted that something was wrong.

One person can cut up to three logs a day and transport them three times.

Now get two more hours of sleep, and ... The workload has been increased by two-thirds.

The POWs were dumbfounded.

If I had known this, I might as well have slept for two more hours.

"What, you want to feed the ants?"

The prisoners of war didn't let out a single fart, turned around and ran.