"Benshan people have their own clever plans!"

The corners of Guo Ye's mouth raised, and he seemed to be full of confidence and ordered: "A few of you go back immediately, gather all the slaves in the camp, and I will talk to them!" ”

Gather all the slaves together? Talking to them?

Several people present had inexplicable looks on their faces, and they looked at each other a few times, and their eyes were full of inscrutable taste.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Ye reminded again: "By the way, presumably there are sergeants in each of your men who are proficient in Tubo, so find a few for me." Let them act as interpreters at that time, otherwise I will be foaming at the mouth and working blindly, and those slaves will not know Chinese, it will be like watching a monkey show. ”

"Oh......"

Several people nodded one after another, although they had doubts in their hearts, they still followed Guo Ye's instructions and scattered one after another.

Kang Bao and the others left, leaving only the eldest Sun Yumo to stay by Guo Ye's side, and he couldn't figure out what medicine Guo Ye was selling in his gourd.

Puzzled, he asked curiously: "Guo, oh no, Lord Pacification, which play are you going to sing?" Is there any use for these slaves? ”

Guo Ye nodded and said, "It's very useful." Eldest grandson, have you ever heard how the Yellow Turban Army rebelled in the late Eastern Han Dynasty? Do you know what tactics the Yellow Turbans are best at? ”

"Yellow Turbans, rebellion? What kind of mess, does this have anything to do with your clever plan? ”

Eldest Sun Yumo listened for a while, and rolled his eyes.

Guo Ye sighed with a sad look: "You kid is really blind to the signboard of the eldest grandson's family, and you don't even know this allusion." ”

Eldest Sun Yumo rolled his eyes again, not ashamed at all, but arrogantly said, "Why do I have nothing to remember those things?" When did you see me picking up textbooks in the national prison? You'd better hurry up and say it, don't sell it. ”

Guo Ye laughed dryly twice, and said mockingly: "Hear clearly, the master will give you another free lesson." This Yellow Turban Army, what it is best at is to use the crooked ways of evil sects to fool the people, so that the people can spontaneously and voluntarily join the Yellow Turban Army to rebel together, and destroy the enemy in the ocean of the people's war, this is the so-called crowd tactics. But no matter how many people there are, if they are all rabble, there will always be a time when the fights will be fewer and fewer, and they will die cleanly. So what to do at this time? ”

The eldest grandson Yu was silent and did not answer, and continued to listen to Guo Ye slowly.

I only heard Guo Ye continue: "The tactics of the crowd are no longer working, and the Yellow Turban Army has thought of another method, which is against the people who do not participate in the rebellion. They played the trick of coercing the displaced people to drive away the enemy and attacking the city and plundering the land, and they tried to no avail. This time, let's also learn the tricks of the Yellow Turban Army in the territory of the Tibetans, and come to a play of coercing slaves to drive the enemy to attack the city, and let the Tibetan slaves take the lead for us. Anyway, dead friends don't die poor, understand? ”

Eldest Sun Yu nodded silently as if he didn't understand, and tried to ask, "Are you saying that you are going to force these ten thousand slaves to take the lead for us and be cannon fodder?" ”

Guo Ye shook his head and said with a smile: "That's right, it's not right." We can't completely copy the Yellow Turban Army's set, I will improve it slightly, one hand is hard and the other is soft, and we must grasp both hands. At that time, the effect will definitely be more effective than that of the Yellow Turban Army. ”

"So how do you get it?"

"You'll know when you turn around, hey, I see that people are almost here, let's go!"

Guo Ye glanced in the direction of the gate of the camp, at this time, the slaves of Wuwu Yang were driven from all directions of the camp, raised the whip in his hand, and signaled the eldest grandson Yumo to keep up, and he took the lead in galloping

On the earthen wall on the periphery of the camp, Guo Ye stood in the center, and Pang Feihu and Changsun Yumo stood on the left and right.

Under the earthen wall, nearly 10,000 slaves were surrounded and guarded by thousands of soldiers and horses in Xichuan.

The 10,000 unarmed slaves have long been used to being crushed by the samba bullet, and the word 'obedience' has long been deeply imprinted in their bones.

Now that Guo Ye's thousands of soldiers and horses have broken through the camp, the Samba private soldiers who usually bullied them have been defeated and killed like local chickens and dogs in the blink of an eye, facing a powerful force that is even more fierce and powerful than Samba, how can these slaves have other thoughts except for fear?

The 10,000 slaves were men and women, not only old and young, women and children, but also young and strong slaves.

At this time, these slaves all knelt and prostrate on the ground, and there was no movement except the crying of children and infants, let alone noise.

It was also the first time for Guo Ye to see more than 10,000 people kneeling at his feet at the same time, standing on top of the earthen wall in the wind, and there was no reason to have a thrill of conquest in his heart.

He glanced down a few times, and there were probably dozens of sergeants scattered among the slaves. Because all the slaves bowed down, and these people stood like chickens, they were very conspicuous.

Guo Ye pointed at them a few times, signaling them to listen, and he was about to speak.

"Ahem......"

After clearing his throat twice, he shouted at the crowd under the earthen wall: "Slaves, today, you are unlucky, because your camp was breached, and your master Samba left you to flee alone, making you prisoners of the Tang Dynasty. But-

You're lucky. Because today, you have ushered in complete liberation, completely free from the slavery of Samba. I declare that today is a beautiful day for you serfs to turn over and become masters. ”

After saying that, Guo Ye waved his hand and motioned for the dozens of sergeants to translate his words to the slaves around them to hear clearly.

For a while, there was a murmur of voices below, and 10,000 slaves looked up at Guo Ye one after another, and their faces were full of confusion in addition to the look of horror.

Isn't it a good thing for them to be captives under foreign conquests?

At this moment, Guo Ye continued to shout: "In the past, you were enslaved by Samba, driven by him every day, scolded and even spurred by him, and lived an inhumane and undignified life. In Samba's eyes, in the eyes of the Tibetan nobles, you are not human, you are a group of beasts, and in their eyes you can't even compare with livestock. Ask yourself, can a Tibetan slave trader sell a slave at a high price for a war horse? The fruits of your daily hard work have been taken away by Samba, your women have been enjoyed by Samba in advance, and even your lives are in Samba's thoughts, I ask you, is this still the life that a person should live? ”

Waving his hand again, there was a burst of muttering Tubo words below, and dozens of sergeants relayed and translated Guo Ye's words.

At this time, among the 10,000 slaves who had been in a state of numbness and depression, there was some noise, although Guo Ye couldn't understand what they were screaming about, but from their voices, Guo Ye heard a trace of indignation and resentment.

The plants and trees still know that spring is coming and winter is coming, the animals still know the scorching sun and the spring wind and rain, and even the babies in swaddling clothes know the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, not to mention these slaves who are ravaged by enslavement?

Obviously, Guo Ye's words made them have a trace of resonance in their hearts.

Guo Ye was very satisfied with the effect of these words, and continued to shout: "However, these are all in the past. From this day forward, you are no longer a slave of Samba, no, you are no longer anyone's slave. From today onwards, you are all ordinary people, and if you want, you can all become the people of the Tang Empire.

From now on, the eight hundred miles of Samba's territory will be given to you, so that you will all have your own fields, your own livestock, and your own houses. Everyone has land to cultivate, everyone has clothes to wear, and everyone has food to eat. The most important thing is that no one will bully and oppress you anymore, your life, your wife, your dignity are in your own hands. ”

With another wave of his hand, the sergeants' muttering translation of Tibetan words sounded below.

After dozens of sergeants translated Guo Ye's words, all of a sudden, the whole scene suddenly became noisy.

Many slaves were already excitedly purring at Guo Ye, and the vast majority of the slaves had the courage to talk to each other and exchange and discuss in a low voice in Tubo, completely forgetting the Xichuan army that was watching them around.

At this time, the dozens of sergeants who acted as interpreters raised their heads and relayed to Guo Ye: "Lord Zhenfu Envoy, they asked you, are you serious?" ”

"Lord Pacification, they asked you, can you really be a citizen of my Tang Empire in the future?"

"My lord, they asked you if it is true that everyone has land to cultivate, and no one will squeeze their hard-earned harvest?"

"Lord Guo, they asked you, how can you become a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, how can you get the land, how can you get the protection of the Tang Dynasty, and no longer become a slave of the Tubo nobles?"

The scene got out of control for a while, and Kang Bao was so frightened that he rode his horse and galloped wildly, reminding Ruan Lao, Sancheng, Erniu, Tonghu and others that if the situation was not right, they would immediately start a massacre.

Bang blah blah blah blah~

The sword and shield soldiers have formed a shield wall in small groups of ten to prevent slave riots.

The pikemen raised their spears one after another, aimed them at the slaves in the field, and immediately attacked if something went wrong.

Cheng Erniu's cavalry had already mounted their horses and drew their swords, just waiting for Guo Ye's order to rush into the slave camp and launch a bloody suppression

Obviously, the slaves also felt the change in the atmosphere around them, and they stopped their voices one after another, and once again they were prostrate in fright, whining desolately.

Guo Ye waved his hand at Kang Bao and the others, asking them not to act rashly.

Then he shouted at the dozens of translators below: "Tell them not to be afraid, as long as they submit to the Tang Dynasty, the warriors of the Tang Dynasty will never kill their compatriots." ”

When the interpreters finished relaying, the scene cooled down and quieted down a little.

Guo Ye continued to shout: "As long as you become the people of Datang, you can share the land, you can have enough food, clothing, and a house, you can get the blessing of Datang, and you can be a dignified person." As for how to become the people of the Tang Dynasty, it is very simple, the old and young, women and children will all stay here and divide the fields, and the young and strong men of your families will be sent out to set off with our army to crusade against the nobles and lords of Tubo, so that more suffering Tubo slaves will be liberated. How is it? ”

Woohoo, whoa, whoa, whoa~~

When the translators finished relaying Guo Ye's words, the 10,000 slaves below jumped and jumped into a mess. While dancing, I didn't forget to scream excitedly.

apparently

For Guo Ye's condition, these Tibetan slaves agreed.

Looking at the chaotic situation below, Guo Ye kept bowing his head with a smile on his face, and asked Pang Feihu and Eldest Sun Yumo on the left and right:

"Both, every time we capture a place in the future, we will come out like this. Hehe, the serf turned over to be the master, and the happy flowers sang. I don't believe it, these slaves don't do it with good people, and they naturally like to be enslaved and whipped. In this way, countless Tibetan slaves will lead the way for us in the future. How is my "Declaration to the Tibetan Slaves"? Like it or not? ”

"Uh...... High, smart! ”

"Haha, it's really awesome, I'm in a posture again!"

Pang Feihu and eldest grandson Yumo gave a thumbs up and praised one by one. , the home of reading! Unique URL: