Yes, white slave girls, Peter saw with his own eyes the female (harmonious) slaves who were brought from outside. God knows where the giants came from, and a few of them are quite beautiful and exciting.

From the second week onwards, the POWs were given a "personal work record book" per capita. Each month, the Caucasian officer administrator is responsible for registering, so that everyone knows how much work they are getting, which is then converted into the currency used by the giants.

Peter had seen the giant's money, a large piece of silver, glittering in the sun. He swallowed his saliva at that time———— a piece of silver of this size must have been worth a lot of money, even worth a gold pound, or more.

One hundred Giant Coins is equivalent to one Silver Giant Coins, a fact known to all prisoners of war.

Although the food was not very good, although the work was hard, although there was no freedom, all the prisoners of war, including Peter, were full of hope.

In fact, in the present situation, Peter occasionally feels a little weird when he is tired from a long day's work, tired and resting in bed, in the dead of night.

Isn't the happiest thing in the world lying in bed at home resting in peace?

I am a white man, a chosen believer of the Holy Lord, the best race with the highest power to conquer the world.

We have the most advanced weapons, and the ignorant and savage giants should only be trampled under our feet and become slaves forever.

All this is the brainwashing of the officers and generals before the start of the war, and it is they who keep saying "this battle will be won".

Well, even if we lose, our yearning for freedom remains the same. I don't want to be a prisoner of war, I'm going to run away if I get the chance. But the price paid for this was too great, and the fugitives were all captured, either thrown by the giants to make snacks for the black wolves, or stripped of their lower bodies, and then tied to stakes with wire and rope, where they became a delicacy for flies and mosquitoes.

The weather is getting hotter, and blood-sucking flying bugs are popping up. Among the prisoners of war were a number of accompanying medics, and according to them, the giants did this in order to maximize the torture of the captured fugitives. The same is to peel off the skin, and the difference between the upper body and the lower body is very large. Above the buttocks is the chest cavity that connects the abdominal cavity, where the extremely important internal organs are located. Once infected, the mortality rate increases rapidly, and the victim will die in just a few days. The lower body is different, the tortured parts are the legs and feet, where there are only muscles and bones, although they will also be infected with lesions, the decay rate of the victim's body is not so fast, relatively slow, and the northern giant will use a rough stiff brush every day to force a few strokes on the part of the tortured person who has lost his skin, scraping off the clumps and dried blood scabs, so as to attract more mosquitoes and make the tortured person worse than dead.

Peter remembered the strange-smelling, fishy stew in the cauldron.

Hell, why did I come to this place?

Why am I so lucky to be living a horrible life where I can only earn a meagre two Giant Coins every day? Is it because of the desperate struggle with hundreds of prisoners of war for the so-called excellent places, and then have the opportunity to be gentle with a certain woman?

Death, humiliation, fatigue, numbness...... Peter's mind was in turmoil, and he desperately wanted to get out of this dark, damp, dirty environment, from the large bed where fifty people slept together.

Well, it's not a bed at all, it's a simple piece of furniture stacked with a few bricks and wooden boards. The thin layer of hay on top of it was the result of the POWs themselves collecting it from nearby, but fortunately it wasn't that cold now, otherwise many people would have frozen to death in just one night.

The attitude of the northern giants is already obvious, they don't want too many people to die, and they don't want to see the captives consumed in vain. In fact, Peter didn't know that this was the will of the dragon clan higher-ups———— when the war ended, the tiger clan and the lion clan had not yet merged with the dragon clan, and large-scale prisoner abuse incidents were very frequent. In the case of the Lion Clan, more than 20,000 of the hundreds of thousands of white captives brought back to the territory by the Lion King died in just one week. Various forms of abuse, beatings, insults, and even mass incidents of captives being rewarded as rewards for lion soldiers.

Tianhao did not prohibit the beating and corporal punishment of white captives, but there were some things that he thought must be forbidden, especially those that exceeded the normal bottom line of human beings.

It was dark all around. The Northern Giants were particularly strict with prisoners of war, with the lights turned off at certain times, the lights being taken from the rooms by Caucasian officers, the windows sealed with grid-like steel bars, the doors locked with iron chains, and the latrines that left the bunks and passed through a narrow corridor, which were also closed. Although the smell wafted from time to time while sleeping, for the extremely tired captives, this olfactory distress was soon completely ignored with the heavy sleepiness.

Every moment someone wants to escape. It is very difficult to escape during the day, and some people have thought of escaping from the latrine. They stayed up until midnight and burrowed into the dung pit...... It was a large pit in the shape of a "concave", and the prisoners of war could not get close to the back of the cell, so they did not know what kind of structure it was. The fugitives managed to swim to the bottom of the opposite wall in the filthy feces, only to find in despair that the walls were covered with broken glass, and there was no corner to reach out and climb onto.

They were discovered the next morning, and when they were called, a few captives disappeared and immediately attracted the giant's attention, and a large search for the whole area ensued. There is no hiding place in the camp, and the black howling wolf has a particularly sensitive sense of smell, and they bark incessantly at the latrine manure pit...... At that moment, Peter felt a little gloating, but also a hint of happiness and a faint pride.

Good thing I'm not like them.

The Caucasian officer administrator soon returned from the giants, bringing with him the results of the handling of the fugitives: "Since they wish to bathe in the dung, it is better to soak there forever." ”

No one pulled them up, not even if they wanted to go down.

It is not so much that they were soaked to death in a dung pit as that they were smoked alive by the strong stench.

On those nights, everyone could hear the cries and weepings coming from the dunghill. The trapped fugitives cursed everything in the most terrible words, including their god in faith. Peter believed that someone must have been moved to pull them up, but the harsh reality forced them to change their minds quickly. The giant gave a death order———— whoever dared to help those fellows should go down and take a dung bath with them.

There were four corpses soaked in the manure pit, and occasionally when they had the opportunity to go to the toilet during the day, the prisoners could see the faces crawling with maggots. They were rotting, swollen beyond recognition, like eerie humanoid balloons, or rubber boats, floating silently on the surface of the cesspool.

It was because of these events that Peter felt that he was enjoying happiness.

In the dark, there were people grinding their teeth, thunderous snoring was heard on the left and right, and in addition to the smell of feces wafting from the direction of the latrine, there was also the smell of feet, sweat, and bad breath that spread from everyone's body, and all kinds of messy strong body odors that could not be said of specific origin.

Someone moves in the dark, and that's a man's unique release of his own desires. Peter knew that there was not just one person, but many, and sometimes himself.

He even had a malicious idea ———— if some kind of guy would kiss in the dark, after all, sleeping next to each other on a bunk would cause intimate contact between men of the same sex. The soldiers never cared about those, and they used to refuse to let go of sheep in the Shenwei Fortress, let alone people?

Peter closed his eyes and slept, he was tired.

Suddenly, he felt a large hand reach out behind him, covering his mouth tightly.

On the other side, the companion who usually took good care of himself was smiling evilly at him in the dark.

A hot mouth reached Peter's ear, whispering something that only he could hear.

"Don't make a sound, or we'll break your neck."

"It's okay to be honest and obedient, we don't want to embarrass you."

"You should know what we want, move lightly and don't attract attention."

Peter felt a sharp object in his throat, which he thought might be a branch with a sharper tip. This thing is very common, as long as you break it with force, grasp one end and bend it downward and slowly tear it slowly, you can get a slope-like bevel. Of course, the sharpness is far less than that of a metal knife, but as long as the force is strong enough, it can completely stab yourself in the throat and kill someone.

In the darkness, both the coerced and the coerced let out a low gasp.

It's their private time.

……

Pointe-Noire, the royal palace.

Tianhao sat at his desk, looking intently at a document.

Wu Rong stood across the table, her hands clasped in front of her, her head slightly lowered, and she looked respectful.

Compared to when Wu He introduced her to Tianhao, Wu Rong is now more mature. Of course, it refers to the aspect of government affairs, not appearances.

Tianhao kept looking at the document in his hand.

The three clans merged, and the prisoners of war originally assigned to the Tiger and Lion clans were all classified as dragons. At present, there are more than 2 million prisoners of war in Tianhao's hands, and according to the "Provisional Rules for the Use of Slaves" established before the war, 500,000 of them were transferred to the Admiralty to open up the islands. The rest of the prisoners of war were all placed in the Ministry of Communications, and every 50,000 people were organized into a slave army, and roads were built throughout the northern continent.

The file has seen the end of the page.

Tianhao slowly closed it, gently placed it on the table, thought for a long time, and turned his gaze to Wu Rong who was standing opposite: "Record!" ”

Wu Rong hurriedly walked to the side workbench and put away the pen and paper.

"With immediate effect, a unified proclamation was issued, and all prisoner of war management centers were renamed slave camps. Tell all the white managers to recognize who they are, and the slaves who refuse to obey discipline. They are no longer prisoners of war, but slaves! ”

Tianhao's tone was resolute and unquestionable: "In addition, the management of slaves must be strengthened in all localities. The rules and regulations established before must be strictly observed, and slaves must not be arbitrarily deducted or lowered in terms of food. The work of recording the work must be carried out by a special person, and it must be reported to the commander of the slave regiment to which he belongs on a monthly basis, and once every three months after the summary, which will be reviewed by the king himself. ”

Hearing this, Wu Rong's movements were obviously slower than before. She raised her head and looked at Tianhao with a somewhat confused gaze with a little hesitation.

"Your Highness, there is a bit of a conflict between your two orders." She thought about it for a moment, but still asked: "Why ...... when all prisoners of war are slaves by definition"

"Do you also think that slaves have no individual rights?" Tianhao looked at her and asked lightly.

Wu Rong hurriedly put down the pen in her hand, stood up from the chair, bowed to Tianhao and said, "I didn't mean that, I just ......"

Tianhao unceremoniously interrupted her words again: "If it's just a few thousand, or one or twenty thousand, this king won't interfere with what the people below do." They're all white anyway, and if you kill them, you kill them. But the problem is that the number of prisoners of war we got this time is too large, more than two million people, which is equivalent to a large tribe. ”

"You should be well aware of our current situation. The strategy of large-scale development of the north has relocated millions of people, and many places with good conditions are setting up new settlements. As long as it is inhabited, access roads must be built. We needed food, we needed to produce more supplies, so we had to hand over the construction of roads to slaves. Two million slaves sounds like a lot, but it's not much to scatter everywhere. If there were no slaves, we would have to send our own people to do these things. So the attitude towards slaves had to change, we had to keep them alive and let them work harder. ”

Tianhao lightly tapped the table with his fingers: "They must be fed and their requirements must be met to a certain extent." More importantly, the camp quarters had to be clean and hygienic, ensuring that everyone was bathed at least once a week. Dirty mess can lead to epidemics, and it's okay to kill a few people, but if the sick population expands and turns into a plague, it's different. ”

Wu Rong is a smart person, she quickly understood the meaning of Tianhao's words, and quickly knelt down, and said convincingly: "Your Highness Mingjian, it is the negligence of your subordinates. ”

"Get up, don't kneel. That's not good, I've said before, except for special occasions, don't kneel if you can. It's not a question of identity and power, it's a matter of logical thinking. If you kneel for too long, you can't stand up, and it will always be like this in the future. Tianhao looked at Wu Rong: "Send the order as soon as possible, send supervisors to each slave legion, and replace it every six months." Tell them that the king wants the progress of the work, and at the same time wants the slaves to live. It would be better for them to learn how to manage, rather than just know how to kill as a deterrent, as they did in the past. ”

Wu Rong saluted again: "My subordinates understand. ”

Looking at Wu Rong, who returned to the chair and worked hard to write, Tianhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.