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During the Warring States Period, due to the prolongation of the war, a large number of laborers were lost in the war, and due to the indiscriminate use of corporal punishment, a large number of prisoners were injured and amputated, and lost or partially lost their ability to work, which was not only incompatible with the development of civilization in human society, but also did not meet the objective requirements of social and economic development, and was not conducive to the interests and needs of the ruling class.

The new landlord class realized that even if the offender was punished, it was more advantageous to keep him intact than simply applying corporal punishment, and that he could do his best for society.

The punishment of these Hu people is naturally more severe than that of ordinary prisoners, and ordinary prisoners can be released as long as they behave well and have been re-educated for a few years. But these Hu people are different, as the saying goes, if they are not of my race, their hearts will be different, and what awaits them is either death or life imprisonment, and there is absolutely no possibility of release.

"Damn, dare to resist, Lao Tzu can't kill you!"

A malevolent-looking Hu man was whipped with a long whip by a soldier, and suddenly turned around, glaring at the soldier viciously with bloodthirsty eyes like wild beasts.

The soldier was stunned by his gaze, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and he glanced around, and saw that many of the inhabitants around him were looking at him, and he immediately became angry, and he flicked his long whip and screamed hoarsely.

The Hu man's surname was tough, and the skin that was whipped by the soldier with a long whip was broken, and he didn't even snort, and a pair of bull's eyes stared at the soldier deadly.

"That's enough, it's already said that the three poles have been put up, let them go outside the city to graze cattle and sheep and harvest grain." At this time, a man who looked like an officer walked over, and he glanced at the bearded man with an indifferent look in his eyes, and ordered.

"Yes, yes, don't go yet!"

The soldiers hurriedly answered, and then waved the whips in their hands, urging the Hu people to walk out of the city.

Many of the surrounding residents were looking at the scene in front of them, they pointed at the Hu people, with a hint of disgust in their eyes, even if the fate of these Hu people was so miserable, there was no mercy at all.

The success and defeat of the king are also so vividly interpreted in this era.

Zhao Fan looked at this scene condescendingly at the head of the city, his eyes were indifferent, these Hu people don't know how much blood of the Han people were stained in their hands, how many girls they insulted, and the fate at this moment was just a report and a report, and he was far from the point where compassion was overflowing.

He watched as these soldiers drove the Hu people out of the city, towards the Baiqushui in the south of Yunzhong City, where the terrain was flat, the water and grass were abundant, it was a good place to graze cattle and sheep, and there were some grain crops, these Hu people were strong and strong, but they were good laborers.

After Zhao Fan looked at them at the head of the city, he immediately looked away and looked to the north, where he led his troops to fight with the Hu people two days ago, and the mountains of Yishan clearly appeared in Zhao Fan's line of sight.

The mountain of Yishan is not very tall, but the vegetation is lush, and the terrain is also very steep, Zhao Fan was thinking about how to train soldiers to fight on the mountain, and suddenly saw Yishan in the distance, his eyes lit up, and he already had a plan in his heart.

He turned and walked down the city, and went back to the barracks to lead his black horse out.

The border city is the most vulnerable to war, which also makes the residents here more suitable for this kind of life, like now, two days ago just had a war with the Hu people, now, the people in the city are already the same as no one, should eat and drink the same, a scene of living and working in peace and contentment.

Zhao Fan led the horse all the way to the outside of the city, the gate of Cloud City, in the absence of war, was open during the day, closed after falling, and opened after the rooster crowed in the second morning.

He led his horse out of the city gate, and when the soldiers saw it, they didn't ask much.

Outside the city was a clearing, and after he left the city, he turned on his horse and galloped all the way in the direction of Yishan on the black horse.

This dark horse was given to him by the Bairen Order when he was in Bairen City, and he has always been very familiar with his surname, and after more than a month of getting along, he has long been very familiar with one person and one horse.

The black horse has been locked up in the barracks for the past two days, and it has long been stuffy, Zhao Fan has just ridden it, and it suddenly let out a cheerful neigh, and its four hooves moved, like a black lightning, galloping away into the distance.

At this time, there was no saddle, and the cavalrymen relied on their legs to clamp the belly of the horse, control their balance, and ride on the horse. Zhao Fan's riding skills at this time are not high, this wild horse is very happy at the moment, and he is running wildly, which can hurt Zhao Fan a lot.

He was half-hunched, clamping his horse's belly, and trying his best to control the balance of his body, on which basis he could also wield his weapon and bend his bow and shoot arrows, which is what a good cavalryman should be.

As the black horse ran for a longer time, Zhao Fan gradually adapted to the bumps on this **, so that he would not be as busy as he was at the beginning.

The outline of Yishan gradually appeared in front of Zhao Fan's eyes, and at this time, the speed of the black horse also slowed down, and when he reached the foot of the mountain, according to Zhao Fan's meaning, he stopped his pace.

He got off his horse and looked at the mountain in front of him, and his heart was faintly complicated, it was here that he had led the first war of his career two days before, and it was a picture he had never imagined before.

Iron Horse Jinge, ten thousand arrows in unison, blood everywhere, symbols belonging to this era, appeared in Zhao Fan's mind, when he was fighting, maybe he was infected by that atmosphere, he didn't have much feeling, but now, he can feel the inner shock.

He stood beside the horse, and there was silence around him, except for the sound of the black horse snorting in his ears.

After being silent for a long time, he also shook his head and waved away the feelings in his mind, no matter what, the Warring States Period is the Warring States Period, you come here, and you are powerless to change it, so you can only choose to adapt.

Zhao Fan is not a pedantic person, and these questions were quickly figured out.

"Let's go, go up the mountain!" Zhao Fan smiled helplessly, led the black horse, and headed towards the mountain.

He wanted to understand the terrain of Yishan, and attack Lushan in a few days, in order to make the recruits who had not fought in the mountains adapt to the battles on the mountain, he felt that it was necessary to lead them here to practice in the next few days.

The mountain of Yishan is steep, full of shrubs, and because there are no people nearby, there is not even a mountain road here, Zhao Fan can only grope all the way forward, but, even so, after walking for a short time, he still can't continue to walk before.

The reason is that the dark horse is too large and not very flexible, so it is difficult to continue to move forward.

"You stay here first, I'll go up the mountain by myself first." Zhao Fan reluctantly took the black horse to a relatively wide open space, he stroked the black horse's satin-like hair, and commanded.

This dark horse has a common surname, as if he understood Zhao Fan's words, and his black jewel-like eyes looked at him quietly.

Subsequently, Zhao Fan carried a short knife alone, towards the top of the mountain, along the way he encountered thorns he took a knife to cut down, cut off these things that stood in the way, along the way, Zhao Fan was more satisfied with the terrain here, training here for a few days, at least let the soldiers who had to be pawned, initially have some experience in jungle warfare.

"Woo ......"

After walking for about half an hour, Zhao Fan came to a cliff with difficulty, and at this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the upper right of him.

Zhao Fan was startled, he held the short knife in his hand tightly, and looked at the source of the sound, above him, there was a raised cliff, which was extremely steep, Zhao Fan couldn't see the sound of something, only saw that it should be the nest of some creature.

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