The third uncle left the order and went back, but the mess was left to Ran Jun.

Alas, I don't dare to disobey!

Didn't you look at the swordsman's eyes of the Seven Guards? But you must not send these girls to the Women's Army......

Why? The girls of the Women's Army are all thinking about making contributions, where can they have time for children to grow up?

Look at their leadership spirits...... Another saber, another machine gun, and another grenade......

Hey, the female soldiers below? It's not the same!

Not to mention whether they dare to provoke or not, even the third uncle doesn't dare, isn't this just looking for Ran Jun to operate in the dark?

Think about it, it should be, don't you all cultivate some female men? Train some old singles, right?

……

The night slowly followed the busy day, and the silence of the people in the city became normal.

There are voices, frogs, insects......

The lights are also on a lot, and it finally looks a little interesting.

"Report to the patriarch, there were 41,576 people in the concentration camp, of whom 28,123 were males and 13,453 were females, 20 percent were young, 70 percent were young, and 10 percent were elderly."

The report is Wenkang, the number is detailed, and with his level of education, it is not difficult to count these.

"Well, yes, our team has grown a lot." Ran Xiong nodded, he had a little bottom in his heart about the number of people.

"If you have any ideas, tell me." Ran Xiong looked at the high-ranking members of the Tulang clan and motioned to Mu Zi next to him to add some tea to him.

…… It's just that the scene is relatively quiet.

"Yay? All dumb? Let's talk about it! "Ran Xiong is not used to being quiet, especially the hall with a full house on the upper floors, which is too lifeless.

Finally, the head of the Fifth Regiment, Ran Ziwei, couldn't sit still, he stood up and said, "Patriarch, I don't know if there is a sentence to be said?" ”

"Tell me, what's sour?" Ran Xiong blew the tea and dispersed the heat dissipation gas.

"Then I'll talk about it! I think that these slaves are useless to our people, and it is already the best of humanity to save them, and if they are raised again, I am afraid that it will be a waste of food. Ran Ziwei said it quite tactfully, and sat down after speaking.

However, one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and this topic is exactly what everyone wants to discuss.

"What about the rest, tell me one by one." Ran Xiong took a sip, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the ten thousand slaughters were indeed authentic.

So another person stood up, and he was the head of the third regiment, Ran Ke.

"Patriarch, these moths are all eggless. If you want me to say, sooner or later, they will get into trouble, it is better to kill them now, and save as the fifth regiment commander said, wasting food. After saying that, Ranko also sat down.

But immediately after, the sixth regiment leader Ran Long stood up again and said, "Didn't the patriarch say it, if it's not my race, its heart must be different?" I think that in order to avoid more trouble and make it easier to manage, let's kill these people! ”

"Bang!" Lingru slapped the table, she couldn't listen anymore, and scolded, "Are you crazy? Are you having your brains caught in the door? More than 40,000 people, kill if you say kill? ”

Lingru said that she grinned like this, which means that she is really angry, and she is furious, as if she is about to erupt from a volcano.

As for the special coach Ma Biao and Mu Zi who poured tea, as outsiders who joined after being present and were not from the Tulang clan, their faces turned blue, and they felt that it was difficult to open their mouths for a while.

If it is not of my race, will its heart be different?

As for the second uncle, he seems to be asleep, and he should have been talking endlessly at this time before.

"Big brother, why don't you kill those men?" Ran Feng also got up and suggested, he didn't know why he stood up, it was just the three words of the Tulang clan, which made him seem obliged to stand up.

"Third child, you're itching, aren't you? You're going to kill? Nearly 30,000 men, you go to kill? Lingru was still roaring, and she looked at Ran Feng angrily.

However, she is also powerless, she doesn't know why even Ran Feng chose to support killing.

So, in the end, she could only look at Ran Xiong.

So, everyone looked at Ran Xiong.

No matter how much you talk about it, no matter how much you discuss, it's not about that man?

"What are you doing looking at me? I'll let you all talk about it, are you done? Anyone can say, such as Ma Biao, such as Mu Zi. Ran Xiong was still drinking tea, leisurely.

I had to, stubbornly, Ma Biao still stood up: "Patriarch, it's not easy to live in the last days, maybe they can prove that they are useful?" ”

"What's the use?" questioned loudly, and it was Ran Zhiguo, the head of the regiment who was gradually recovering, who spoke, without giving Ma Biao any face.

As for Mu Zi? Where did she dare to speak, her hand holding the kettle was shaking, what to talk about?

Ma Biao could only sit down.

"That's not what I said, the head of the regiment is a bit overbearing, whether this is useful or not is up to the patriarch." The third uncle spoke, no longer closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Yes, yes, hehe, third uncle, don't I just have a fast mouth." Ran Zhiguo used to be quite warm-hearted, but it seems that he is missing a hand, and this person has changed a lot.

"Actually, I was also thinking about it before, with so many people joining, is the Tulang clan still the Tulang clan?" Ran Xiong finally stood up and spoke.

"When I was in Muanti Town, I felt that the people were scattered, and we had to use the German model to regulate behavior and gather strength, but today, there is no need for it."

"Any idea why? Because to this day, every clan, their unity, is because they feel that they have power, and they have more desires! ”

"That's a good thing!"

"So, do you feel that you have power, that you feel that you have desire? I have! On the contrary, you want to kill people because you are afraid, and now you have two thousand people under your command, and you dare not lose them! ”

"What about me? Have you considered me? I believe in you, your level can manage 120,000 people, 120,000 people, understand? The Tulang clan can also be called the Tulang country in the future, understand? ”

"Don't let me just be a little patriarch who lives in peace, I beg you, hehe! I want to be above 10,000,000 people, and you will help me achieve it, right? ”

"That's my ambition! When food and clothing are satisfied, we will not fight the world, but don't stop, because there are stronger forces and greater difficulties waiting for us! ”

"Also, you have to be above 10,000 people! In that way, my people, that is, you, can sit back and relax, and live up to the original intention. ”

"At least, I am above ten thousand people, you are above ten thousand people, and the rest of the clansmen are above a thousand people? More than 100 people? At that time, there was still some apocalyptic crisis for our people. ”

"You, don't be afraid of a lot of people, don't be afraid of chaos, and don't be afraid of losing your status, with me."

With that, Ran Xiong left.

Everyone is confused, and when they react, how should they react? Even Ma Biao was a little spasmed with excitement......

Some ambitions, some clans, will not stop at the beginning, that patriarch is not only the patriarch of the Tulang clan!

In the last days, the chief of the nations?

This is a new beginning, isn't it......