After sleeping for five hours, Lao Luo woke up early in the morning.

Like his own soldiers, he took a melted hemp towel, a wooden cup, a horsehair toothbrush, and a tooth powder box mixed with mint scent to wash on the side of the Polo River.

The current of the Polo River is far more turbulent than in later generations, and the smell of blood that has been stranded in the past few days is estimated to have washed away to Lake Abbey in the northeast. The turbid blood color has faded, and the river water is crystal clear again, and you can even clearly see the occasional swimming fish in the river.

The spicy peppermint washed Lao Luo's consciousness, spit out a mouth full of foam, scooped water to wash his face, and wiped the water stains on his face with a hemp towel Lao Luo looked around.

In the distance, there was a sound of soldiers cheering neatly, which was the direction of the morning exercise of the soldiers of each battalion, and a little further downstream, a little further downstream where Lao Luo was, a large group of women in different costumes were busy along the river, and the crisp sound was as pleasant as the tinkling of water......

Most of these women came from the group of brides to be married that Lao Luo bought after Dhamgan, but other than that, they were scattered, ranging from steppe people who had fled to make ends meet, Han Chinese remnants rescued from city-states such as Herat, remnants of Qarluq captured east of Kuzak before winter, and remnants of the steppe who had been collected after the Battle of Bishkek...... No matter where they come from, willing or unwilling, they are now part of this collective, at least they are well fed and clothed now and no one scolds.

The most complex part of the private sector is near the direction of Polo City, where there is a tributary of the Polo River, and with Lao Luo's ears, you can still hear faint laughter.

At the farthest point to the east of the camp, there was silence, and if it weren't for the fact that you could see a figure swaying in the morning light, it would almost be considered a no-man's land. In fact, it was the place where the captives were held, and the captives, who had been starved for two days and one night, had lost their hustle and bustle.

It was the first time that he captured so many prisoners, and Lao Luo actually didn't know how to deal with it, although he was so decisive at the dinner party before.

It is impossible to kill them all, it is not wrong to describe him as iron-blooded, hard-hearted and harsh, but that is only limited to the battlefield and training ground, after all, he is a soldier from the future, not a butcher in a slaughterhouse.

It is impossible to release them all, although there are a lot of people in the team, but it is related to Lao Luo's vision for the future, and this manpower can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. Therefore, the treatment of prisoners can only be containment, but how to store it is a big problem, and if it is not done well, more than 20,000 captives will definitely cause trouble in the team.

Fortunately, at the dinner party the night before, he thought of a plan to deal with it, pulled a Li Zheng to do identification, and then gave him two of them, Corn Philo and Mnachi, plus the blue-eyed devil Siddenk Nord and the Slavic barbarian Fularki stared wide-eyed, and he really didn't believe that anyone could cause any trouble.

Of course, if there is any mess, do you really think that he Lao Luo doesn't understand the eleventh law of this era (1)?

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The prisoners of the brigade have been screened by special personnel, and there is an important prisoner that needs to be dealt with by Lao Luo personally, Li Deming, how should this person be dealt with, to be honest, Lao Luo also did not pay attention to it, or kill or imprison or pull, it may mean a change in the plan to settle in Lingxia, and he has to be cautious.

After eating breakfast, riding on the duke's back and inspecting around like a lion king inspecting the territory, Lao Luo finally arrived at the camp of the Judge Advocate General's Office next to the garrison camp, where there were military policemen with red armbands on a white background walking around.

Lao Luo got off the horse and walked a few steps, and Sidd Knord led people to greet him, "I've seen the general!" ”

"What is Li Deming's reaction in the past two days?" Waving his right arm and returning a chest salute, Lao Luo asked.

"Back to the general, when Li Deming was first caught, he was like a wooden man, he didn't eat some food until yesterday, but he never wanted to speak. Would you like to go inside and have a look? "STÜNT Nord looks like businessman.

"Well, let everyone else stay away, you don't have to follow, go busy with your business, I'll go in and have a look!" Although the one inside is a prisoner under the stairs, after all, his identity is not ordinary, and Lao Luo doesn't want the conversation between the two people to be heard by others, even if it is his own soldiers.

"Obey, Lord!"

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Li Deming is imprisoned is a separate fence ring, the fence is made of arm-thick logs, enclosed in a circle of about twenty or thirty meters, there are four soldiers fully armed guards, in the middle of the fence is a herringbone support tent, different from the common round tent of this era, this kind of tent is very similar to the military tents of later generations, except for the curtain and the main support structure, there is no bamboo pole type support that can be disassembled, and there is not even a stone on the ground in the fence circle that is more than the size of a finger.

Under such an arrangement, it is impossible for those who are locked up inside to escape, and it is even more impossible to commit suicide.

Li Deming was very depressed and extremely depressed. It seems that a moment ago he was still the commander of thousands of troops, but he was just a little proud, and in the blink of an eye, he became a prisoner of the stairs. This huge gap was not so easy to bear, he thought about escaping, but it was impossible, not to mention that the tall wooden fence around him was difficult to cross, and the guards who changed shifts once every hour were not easy to deal with, and he was unarmed and bare hands against four strong men who were heavily armed? He didn't have that skill yet.

On the day he was first arrested, he thought about killing himself, but he couldn't, not to mention that there were four strong men staring at him motionless at all times, and he didn't even find a rope to strangle him.

No one beat him, no one inquired about him, he felt as if he had been forgotten, and the people around him seemed to be mute, and no one even spoke.

On the first day he was imprisoned, he wanted to starve himself to death, but the next day he couldn't bear it, because the smell of the food brought in by the damned guards was like the devil's hand grabbing his stomach, and he couldn't bear it because he had never experienced starvation.

The moment he ate the food, Li Deming thought of what the great shaman and those bald monks had said - those who commit suicide will not be accepted by any gods, and can only become lonely ghosts.

When he thinks of lonely ghosts, he doesn't want to die.

It doesn't matter which religion Li Deming professes, what matters is that he finds an excuse to live.

Even if you are destined to live involuntarily.

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Walking into the fence, Lao Luo saw a man sitting on a dirty carpet looking at the sky in the distance in a daze, his hair was scattered, his face was messy, he only had a robe from head to toe, and he didn't even have pants and boots.

"You all get out!" Lao Luo waved his hand to the four guards around him.

"Obey, Lord!" Four brawny men who acted as monitors and controllers walked out.

took out a few leather cushions filled with feathers and stacked them together, and old Luo Shiran sat down, looking at Li Deming in front of him with a little unscrupulousness.

After a long time, the man in a daze was still silent, but Lao Luo, who had a lot of things, had no patience to consume it, and said, "Now, should Luo call Your Excellency King Xiping, Li Jiedu or General Li?" ”

"What king do the down-and-out talk about? You Han people talk about becoming a king and defeating a Kou, so it should be a Kou right now, right? Li Deming's tone was quite calm, but his voice was very hoarse, after all, he was once in charge of one party, although he didn't want to die, he didn't want to lose his manly spirit.

Lao Luo felt a little funny, according to the customs of the grassland people, in order to prevent the spread of hatred, the guys who can't accept failure are often killed, and the Li Deming in front of him is still a good man after failure, which is obviously the result of the Han family's education. Of course, he won't really laugh at Li Deming, he himself doesn't like to see big men crying, and it doesn't do him any good to laugh at Li Deming, who doesn't want to die.

"Then let's call Your Excellency General Li......" Lao Luo didn't care about the other party's numb expression, "Half a month later, General Luo Mou's team went to Lingxia, I don't know how the general wants Luo to treat the general's people?" ”

"General Luo wants to use our party and clan to invite merit from Zhao Song?" Li Deming didn't give it in vain, he didn't worry about his clan, but guessed Luo Kaixian's purpose.

"Ha, General Li is really funny, although Luo is Han, he doesn't want to kiss Emperor Zhao Song's boots (2)."

"Then I wish General Luo can withstand the attack of hundreds of thousands of Song troops!"

"What General Li said makes sense, since there are so many Song troops, Luo's current manpower is not easy to deal with, so it seems that he has to preemptively drive the party members to the Song realm."

"You! You dare to ......" exchanged a few words, Li Deming couldn't stop it, stood up barefoot and glared at Lao Luo, he knew that as long as the big man on the opposite side General Luo wanted to, it was really not difficult to expel the party members to the Song realm, and the nearly 100,000 coalition troops were defeated in a daze, what could the loose party tribe warriors do?

"Why is General Lee so angry? I heard that Song Jing is rich, and the party members happened to eat and dress well in the past, why not? In order to provoke Li Deming's emotions, Lao Luo also took great pains, and this was extremely mean.

"Song Jing...... How could Zhao Song ......" The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and Li Deming sat down on the carpet again, "Please say, what do you need to do?" ”

"What does General Lee think he can do?" Seeing that the other party's attitude softened, Lao Luo didn't care about himself and asked softly.

What can a "......" do? Li Deming's mind was lively, but he really couldn't think of what he could do for a while, there were no soldiers and no one alone, there should be some of his captured subordinates outside, but will the big man surnamed Luo in front of him allow himself to recruit his subordinates? It's definitely impossible, without interests, why should the other party believe in themselves? Yes, benefits, what benefits can you provide to the other party?

Lao Luo didn't expect to convince the other party once, not to mention that he also didn't think about what he wanted the other party to do, it was just the first contact, and there was a lot of time in the future, so he was not in a hurry.

Looking at Li Deming, who was deep in thought, Lao Luo shook his hand and stood up, "General Li thinks about it, and if you think about it, you can ask someone to inform Luo, I believe that General Li will not disappoint you." ”

After speaking, he didn't care whether the other party heard clearly, and Lao Luo left directly.

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(1) The Law of Eleven Killing, a means for ancient Roman generals to control their combat legions, and was generally used as a punishment mechanism for rebellion or disrespect for battle orders in the army. The East also has a similar method of managing the army, and there is also a special word - killing one to make an example.

(2) Kissing someone's boots is the etiquette of the weak on the grassland to show submission to the strong.

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