When the magician said this, a clean and transparent wind blew around him, diluting the wet water vapor and the smell of blood, this wind is colorless, there is no heat of flames, no cold of ice, and no impact of the wind, only a faint strange aroma, these aromas are like toxins, and also like some kind of spiritual hints, the spiritual magic that the magician originally needed to use his eyes to achieve is easily spread out through a method similar to "all poisons are killed", so as to achieve the purpose of demagogic people.

There are only two types of curses that can be unleashed through the wind, one is petrification, which is a special petrification magic that can only turn objects into metal, and the other is the Dark Nightmare. At this time, all 1,000 captives are trapped in a dark nightmare, controlled by invisible mental fluctuations, and speak their true thoughts.

"Back to the lord. A childish voice sounded among the kneeling captives, and Silver Dust looked in the direction of the voice, but did not lock on for a moment who made the voice: "We all came out to fight with the prince Baylor above, as long as we win, we can get the official banner name, and we can enjoy endless glory and wealth." ”

"That's all?" Silver Dust's voice suddenly turned cold, and his tone became a little stiff.

"Conquer the whole world, we are all royalty, and the entire Jianzhou tribe is royalty, and we, ordinary banner people, can be like the Baylor who wants to be here, without having to work, we have food ......" There was still a hint of longing in that voice.

"Is that all?" Silver Dust's voice suddenly softened again, but his seemingly relaxed tone was already filled with cold disappointment: "If you are only fighting to become slave owners, then I'm sorry, because you once slaughtered the city, so you are not even qualified to be a prisoner-"

The magician said, slowly raising his hand, the spiritual light in the empty palm converged, as if he was about to transform some powerful weapon, but at this moment, the immature voice sounded again, forcibly interrupting his movements:

"We, the ordinary banner people, just listened to this statement of the Baylors all the way ignorant, originally with the idea that we can make a fortune for a lifetime and do not have to work, but who knows, after laying so many grounds, from the Jianzhou Guihai Temple to the Pershing City, we have captured no less than millions of people in the Central Plains, but we are still barbarians, inferior semi-civilized monkeys! Are we Jianzhou people really born lowly? Could it be that we who live in the bitter cold land of Guihai Temple in Jianzhou, barely survive by fishing and hunting during the day, and have to guard against the invasion of monsters from the north at night, really deserve to suffer the hardship of hunger for generations! We also know that the black soil of our hometown only needs to be sown with seeds, and we can harvest a good harvest without ploughing, but in Jianzhou, which is close to nine months of winter a year, it is impossible to grow much at all, and in order to make a living, we must not only grow oats, but also grow ginseng! Both Emperor Wu of the North and Emperor Ling of the South regarded us as barbarians! We all know how valuable ginseng is, but the merchants who go south and north are not willing to give more money at all! We can only endure the pain and sell cheaply, and sometimes we are bullied miserably, and we can only raise troops to loot, hoping to rush through the five passes of Yandang to grab some oats and come back, but the strategy of the two emperors of the north and south towards us is not to listen to our hearts and stop those treacherous merchants, but to simply 'prevent autumn'! After coming and going, we gradually despaired, unwilling and angry can only be suppressed in the bottom of our hearts, for a few years and years I watched the fathers and elders of the clan starve to death one after another, and finally there was no way to have children, so we gave all the only food to our young adults, formed a phalanx according to the neighborhood relationship, and followed the Baylors to rush out, even if they killed, they had to kill a clear one! We Jianzhou people are also a branch of the Central Plains, and we also ran to the bitter cold land of Jianzhou in the northeast because of the war, our crops, cultivation techniques, and the original intention of building the Chosen Guihai Temple all originated from the Central Plains in ancient times, and we were originally from the Central Plains, and after staying in the bitter cold land for a long time, how did we become dwarf-like barbarians? We are not convinced! We just want to kill one to understand!"

"Kill one to understand!"

The immature voice seemed to resonate with the 1,000 prisoners of war who were kneeling on the ground waiting to be dropped, and the people of Jianzhou, who had forgotten the humiliation of defeat and the fear of the tank phalanx under the effect of the dark nightmare, finally made a voice buried in the deepest part of their hearts. No one in this world wants to fight except careerists, but this world has never stopped fighting since it was bred by the Cilabas. If the people of Jianzhou have enough food and clothing and have the same dignity as the people of the Central Plains, why should they be soldiers and use extremely scarce financial resources to support a deformed and powerful army?

Yinchen measured his body slightly, and motioned to Zhao Guangyi in the rear, this is the most direct problem that a king has to face, the problem of external order, is it to "humanely destroy" the slaves of Jianzhou who have committed a lot of evil deeds like rats, or to really consider them responsibly and really give them survival. Although it is said that "everyone has to rely on himself", but sometimes, the weak cannot survive, and the strong need to give them the ability to survive.

Zhao Guangyi listened to these words, looked at these people who were kneeling on the ground, who were dead on the surface and had actually been relieved, nodded heavily, and Yang Wushu beside him finally let out a sigh of relief.

Hatred of the country and hatred of the family has never been a reason for genocide, and if the ruler commits a crime, should he have to pay for it by ordinary people who cannot even control his own life? Moreover, the people of Jianzhou are not some barbarians from foreign countries, nor are they some neighbors with a strip of water, they are not fundamentally different from the people of the Central Plains, they use the script, language, festivals, sacrifices, history, calendars, and even marriage customs of the Central Plains, and they, like other people on this continent, are the same people under different regimes.

The division and confrontation in the Fengyuan Continent for thousands of years is, in fact, just a civil war. Essay on how the surnames of the rulers of the two empires in the north and south are changed, no matter how Pershing, Luo Shengdu, Pan Yang, and Phoenix alternately rotate to become the "inner city" land at the feet of the Son of Heaven, this most active, exciting, bloody and even most erotic land in the Gangfeng universe, there is always only one heaven and that is the unification of the world.

Because they are from the same race.

Because their civilization is influenced by an invisible hand, there has never been a fundamental difference.

Because they have always held the same belief, subconsciously, it seems that they want to accomplish the same mission.

They are the backup civilization cultivated by Cilabas to return to the sea of stars, they have always been a whole, inseparable, although now, the mission of Cilabas to restart the Red Queen has ended, and there is no need to deliberately rebuild the Supreme Council, but it does not mean that the effort to reconstruct the civilization has failed and failed, Silver Dust and Red Queen, Lin Qingyu and Lin Xuanchen, Wan Jianxin and Zhao Lingyun, in fact, have taken over the mission of Cilabas, vowing to bring the civilization on the Wind Source Continent to the sea of stars and the uninhabited deep space of the Gangfeng Universe！

Therefore, Yinchen will not be naïve to think that simple ethnic cleansing can solve any problems, although he once shouted that if Jianzhou Nu'er continues to slaughter the city, he will clear this nation from the planet, but at that time she still knew the truth about the planet's civilization, and did not have the entire Red Queen Base as a backing, except for the forbidden spell in his hand, he had few hole cards, and his vision could not reach the height it is today.

The Red Queen Base is the most powerful magic of Silver Dust today, a force that is enough to change everything. Conquering the Nuer tribe in Jianzhou is actually as simple as conquering the Chosen One Sect, a bag of seeds is enough, not to mention the black soil in the Jianzhou region, which is the Yongye laboratory given by God, for any form of carbon-based biological civilization, enough food itself is the most powerful nuclear bomb.

Yinchen turned sideways just to test Zhao Guangyi's attitude, he knew that Zhao Guangyi couldn't really let go of his hatred for the slaves of Jianzhou, and what he wanted to say was that what they wanted to deal with was a kind of thought, not a kind of person, even if the slaves of Jianzhou were really eliminated, the haze of enslaving civilization could not be dissipated like this, and it would inevitably resurgce in other regions, in this way, everything they did was in vain, and there was no other effect except for increasing the killing.

However, he didn't say a word, because it was Zhao Guangyi standing behind him, not Zhao Guangling, the eloquent Zhao Guangyi was easy to see through his ideas, and he also appreciated his ideas, Zhao Guangyi didn't see through it, only Yinchen's means to realize this kind of shoe idea.

The wind stopped, and Yinchen's next question followed, which sounded like it was irrelevant, but it exposed the darkness and disgust of the slave rulers of Jianzhou to Zhao Guangyi.

"What do you think of the Heavenly Missions, the Chosen ones who live in Humberia?"

"They, like us, are people who believe in the Great God. The immature voice sounded again: "What temple is there in Indra, which the Belles believe in, we don't believe, we only listen to the teachings of the great god......"

"And what about your war spirits, transplanted?"

"How can we, ordinary banner people, have the spare money to go to the saints to do the war soul ceremony? We also visualize the war spirit by ourselves, and we grope it up by ourselves, the nameless magic on the stone tablet of Guihai Temple, every word is the size of a carriage, as long as the clan is not blind, you can see it, even if your eyes are not good, can't you find a relative or friend to read it?"

The young voice's answer was so abrupt that it abruptly exposed a trick within a trick. Yinchen suddenly realized that the slaves of Jianzhou were made into servants of such a servile spirit, perhaps, there was another deeper reason, perhaps, they were the test subjects and victims of some kind of hidden evil force, just like the boundless Heavenly Crystal Palace.

"Could it be the Heavenly Evil Temple?" Yinchen didn't know, he knew he had to know.

"So be it. Yinchen finally revealed his true purpose: "According to the rules, the defeated side will die, then the soldiers under his command can be disarmed and returned to the field, what about me, use a little seed and a few pages of agricultural books, in exchange for the chain mail and weapons on your body, you can stay in the Central Plains, find a place to grow food quickly for a living, or find a way to return to your hometown and bring life-saving seeds to your relatives." I, Artregaam Silver Dust, swear by the name of the Lord that the seeds and agricultural books that I have given you are truly cold and drought-resistant, though they are only oat seeds......"

After he finished speaking, it was no surprise that he reaped the gratitude of these thousand people, and it was not that there were no smart and suspicious people among these thousand people, but the seeds of oats were delicious food in themselves, even if the silver dust gave them only boiled seeds, it was equivalent to paying the road fee, compared to the army that talked about the rules on the Fengyuan Continent, disarming and returning to the field on the spot, and aimlessly free-release, it was much better, of course, they would find out a few years later, Wang Jue was too lazy to deceive them, and they were allocated to the land, not what could be eaten, but the hope of 400 Jianzhou people to break the status of serfs and truly live in the black land as free people。

Sowing seeds in spring, almost no need to plough to get a bumper harvest in the autumn on the black soil, sprinkled on the ground, is after the Karnon Nicar civilization terminal calculation of 3.24 million years, evolved 3.24 million years of super good seeds, cold resistance, insect resistance, drought and flood resistance, salinization resistance, lodging resistance, and even hail resistance, although the yield does not sound high, but can guarantee the harvest of "God-given seeds", a bag of seeds, a handful of oats, strong not only a nation, but a whole civilization.

"In this world, no matter what form of government, the form of government that can solve practical problems is a good form of government, and no matter what kind of faith, the faith that can believe in the happiness of this world and lead the people to pursue this happiness is the right faith! ”

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These thousand people left with tears in their eyes, and the team of the true king also opened again, approaching the second city, they must quickly eliminate the first line of defense laid by Jianzhou Nu'er, with ten cities as the main defense line, so as to make enough space for the hundreds of thousands of troops and hundreds of thousands of rebels who came up to establish an advance base. Zhao Guangyi knew that the army he led was still a mixed army of old and new civilizations no matter what, and the regular army under his command was completely a mechanized and heavily armed group army, but the civilian rebels he had to take care of were still in the same era as the iron cavalry phalanx of Jianzhou Nu'er, and they didn't even have decent chain mail, spears and guns.