After this rout, Liu Cun has nothing to fear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the war, nearly half of the soldiers in the Liu village tribe were lost, but the number of women, children and children who needed to eat did not decrease at all. In order to fill their stomachs, I'm afraid they don't have the time and energy to attack Wang Village again. Unless they are willing to risk the extinction of their clan to avenge their people.

Moreover, after this battle, the villages around Liu Village that were oppressed by him and needed to pay tribute on a monthly basis may never obey their orders again. The lack of a group of people in Liu Village who have a fixed source of food every month will make the situation even worse.

The victory in this battle made the clansmen feel like they had removed a stone above their heads, and everyone was much more relaxed. Since the relocation of the village, there has been a lot less laughter, and now it also floats over the village. Corresponding, of course, were the wails and cries of the wounded among the captives.

The wounded were handed over to Shi Li to take a dozen women for treatment, and under Wang Hao's instructions, he promised to treat everyone equally, whether it was a minor injury or a serious injury, he would be medicated.

In the past, in the Great Wilderness, if you were seriously injured, even if it was your own clan, few would take care of it. If the treatment is better, you will be given some food and drink every day, waiting for the day when you can't survive. And the unlucky, just don't care, anyway, in the Great Wilderness, if you are seriously injured, you can survive by yourself, there is not a single person in a thousand, many tribes, it is impossible to say that for the sake of this one in a thousand chances to waste food that is important to the tribe.

However, for Wang Hao, he couldn't watch those people with black hair and black eyes like him waiting for death. The main thing, of course, is that these people, like him, speak Chinese and have surnames.

Liu Xiong was also one of these wounded, but he was slightly injured, only his arm was pierced by a feather arrow, so he was arranged to treat the wound in the back.

He couldn't help but look at the wounds of the people in front of him being covered with black or green things by the people of Wang Village, and even some people pricking the wounds of those seriously injured with needles.

"They are already dying, can you give them a good time, torture them like this, what kind of wilderness are you, it is better to be a nameless and nameless savage." Liu Xiong shouted at Wang Lung.

As soon as the words fell, a wooden stick was hit on his face, Wang Hao was soft-hearted, but other clansmen were different. Wang Ba looked at Liu Xiong's swollen and congested cheeks, peeled off his animal skin clothes, pointed to the three long scars on his chest and said: "See, your grandfather and I were much more seriously injured than him, and now I am not alive and well, I tell you, I was saved by the method they used, I really don't understand how Hao made such a decision, what's the use of keeping you, how good it would be to kill with a sword, save a waste of food." ”

Liu Xiong looked at the long scar on Wang Ba's chest, forgot even the pain on his face, and immediately asked excitedly: "Do you mean that you are not torturing them, but treating them?" ”

As soon as the words fell, he was hit with a wooden stick on his face again, and Wang Ba said slowly: "Hao said, you are not allowed to talk to each other, well, you are not allowed to lean your head together, and you are not allowed to speak, otherwise you will be beaten." ”

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Liu Xiong, but continued to patrol near the wounded with wooden sticks.

Liu Xiong, who was caught, was already ready to die, but after listening to Wang Ba's words, a trace of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

Since he didn't kill himself, and bothered to treat those clansmen who were about to die, Liu Xiong felt as if he had hope of living.

In Liu Xiong's expectations, it was finally his turn to treat his wounds. Because it was a minor injury, the ropes that bound his hands and feet did not loosen. A woman skillfully pasted a piece of green plant residue to his wound and tied it with vines and a few leaves.

Miraculously, after only a moment, he felt that the injured place did not hurt, but had a cool feeling. He looked at the rest of the clansmen who had been treated for their wounds, and found that they all had surprised and relaxed expressions, and at this time, Liu Xiong completely believed Wang Ba's words.

Wang Hao didn't have the heart to pay attention to the roar of a prisoner of war, he still had a lot of things to do. Moreover, at this moment, he is at the point of being anxious, not busy, but annoying.

"I absolutely don't agree to give them food to eat, I can't stand it to heal them, save them and eat enough so that they can attack our village again, right?" This is what one of Wang Hao's clan uncles said. He couldn't figure out why Wang Hao didn't kill them, but he had to be so good to them, you know, this is an enemy, Wang Hao did these things, he couldn't see through them at all.

"Sixth uncle, how many times have I said it, it's not for them to eat, our village is now short of manpower, whether it is making pottery and mud, burning bricks and soil, or building houses and digging foundations, building new brick kilns, these things require a lot of manpower, as long as we provide them with a small amount of food, we can force them to help us do so much work, how cost-effective." Everyone present, except for Shi Li and Gu Mu, who were in charge of Wang Jian, the rest were Wang Hao's elders, and Wang Hao had to explain patiently about their doubts.

"I don't care, anyway, I don't agree, patriarch, tell me, what is this like, how can food be distributed to the enemy, it's a big deal that I will work more in the future, and I can't distribute food to them if I light the fire at night, even if I let the wild people work for us, I don't want them. If you don't want to kill, you can let Liu Cun exchange food for food. "The sixth uncle just disagrees with Wang Hao's words, not only him, but most of the clansmen here do not support Wang Hao this time, they have been hungry for decades, even if they have enough food now, they will not be able to accept the idea of exchanging food for labor for a while, not to mention, these labor forces are still extremely unstable enemies.

"Sixth Uncle, do you think we are still short of food now?" Wang Hao asked helplessly.

"I, I don't care, I definitely can't give food to the enemy, even if I have enough to eat now, what if I don't have enough to eat in the future." The word slave did not appear in the mouths of the people of the Great Wilderness. According to their previous survival experience, there are two kinds of most useless things in the Great Wilderness, one is the salt water of the salt lake, which can only be seen but no one dares to drink. There is also a prisoner of war.

In the past wars, there were no prisoners of war at all, so what is the use of you capturing people.

Only if the fruits of a man's labor can exceed the cost of food and management that you give him, can slaves be produced, and the cost of a prisoner of war becoming a slave is the most expensive of all slaves.

If it weren't for Wang Hao's ability to teach the tribesmen new ways of hunting, their village would not have been able to afford slave food.

Wang Hao has said many times about the benefits and reasons of owning slaves, but helplessly, these old diehards in the clan just don't listen or think. Wang Hao had no choice but to ignore them, just staring at the patriarch who had not said a word since the beginning. In any case, he is not the patriarch yet, even if he can communicate with the 'ancestral god', he can only have the same right to speak as the patriarch to a certain extent, and the final decision on many things is still on the patriarch.

Wang Hao decided that if the patriarch did not agree to this matter, then he would tell the clansmen that this was the instruction of the ancestral god. When they really feel the benefits of owning slaves, I believe they will understand them.

The patriarch thought for a long time, but did not come up with an idea, and at this moment, the women of the clan brought the noon food.