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Sandru was the last to get in the carriage and the first to get off the carriage, and he was in first place. The young man in the gray uniform aimed his whip at Sandru, "One-seven-nine-one, your code name, you have to remember it firmly!"

Sandru lowered his head and was silent, trying to fight with silence, but with a snap, the whip slammed into his head again. The whip was pumped so hard that for a moment Sandru felt that his head was about to crack, and he suddenly squatted on the ground and held his head and howled, and the heart-rending cry made the Byron people on the side bear to look at it again and listen to it more.

"No one here can be casual about anything, and when I say something and say it, you have to say, 'Yes, sir,' or 'I know, sir.' If someone is wrong, or unwilling to say it, then the fate of 1791 is a small warning. There is a detailed system in the camp precept that you will then recite, and it is only a small warning that not only will you be punished, but you will also be deducted a point. Each person has six points per month, and each time they make a mistake, they will be deducted from one point to three points, depending on the severity of the mistake made. ”

"If you get the six points you hold and ...... deducted," the young man grinned, his white teeth looking particularly clear between his bright red lips, "then congratulations, you will return to the arms of the goddess of nature!"

He glanced at Sandru, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms and trembling all over, and said, "This month, you only have five points, enjoy the next time, now you stand up for me!"

Sandru's chest suddenly exploded, and he wanted to resist, he wanted to rush over and beat the young man to the ground, beat him hard, and then put a mouthful of spit in his face, and then stepped on the ....... But he knew very well that he couldn't do it, the eyes of the soldiers around him were like butchers in the slaughterhouse, indifferent and full of threats, the tips of two arrows had been exposed on the tower next to him, and he knew that as long as he did something excessive, he would become a lifeless corpse in the next second.

He slowly stood up, his face almost red with blood, and he fought back his anger and shame, and roared loudly, "Yes, sir!"

The young man in the gray uniform nodded with a smile and satisfaction, he raised his whip, a trace of fear flashed in Sandru's eyes, and his body trembled slightly, "Look, it's easy, isn't it?", saying that his whip pointed at the next person, Sandru finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Nineteen seventy-two!"

The man next to Sandru was very strong, a head taller than Sandru, his face was cross-faced, and the corners of his eyes were constantly twitching. In the face of the young man's voice, he raised his head instead, without the slightest desire to agree or answer.

The young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and repeated again, "Seventeen ninety-two?"

The strong man still didn't agree, the young man bowed slightly, raised his hand and pinched his nose, and waved his hand as if smiling. After three swishing arrows piercing the air, he was firmly stuck in the strong man's head, and he fell to the ground with wide eyes, and the blood flowing from an arrow stuck in his forehead slowly covered his eyes. Two guards came up and lifted him into the ditch behind them.

Only then did these Byron realize that there were still more than a dozen corpses lying in the ditch behind them.

The rest of the Byronians shuddered and bowed their heads. They are not warriors, they don't have the courage to fight to the death, and they're not fanatics, and they don't have the intention of resisting generously. They are just ordinary people, just ordinary people, like most ordinary Desi. So they lowered their heads, whether it was because they were afraid of death or because they were greedy for life.

The young man's whip pointed at the next person, "One-seven-ninety-two?"

"Yes, sir!"

After assigning the code name, Sandru was sent to a dressing room that was divided into two sides, with men on one side and women on the other, separated by a wall made of wooden planks. Inside stood a group of guys dressed in special costumes and wearing gas masks, some with water hoses in their hands, others with brushes. All the Byronians who came in felt deeply humiliated, but in the face of the powerful Desi, they did not have the slightest resistance or thought, and could only take off their clothes as if they were fate.

The hairs on the brush are very hard, and everyone who brushes them is red, hot and painful. At the end of the dressing room, a new set of clothes was handed to Sandru, along with a thin quilt and some personal household items. These things are all codenamed, 1791. Sandru felt that he was no longer a man, but some kind of animal, living in a circle.

He was a little numb, resigned to his fate, stood aside and changed his clothes, and walked out the back door.

"You must build your dwelling place before this evening comes, and if you can't build it, then you will sleep on the ground. ”

"If you know how to cook, someone who has been a cook or a husband will come over and make today's lunch first!"

"Every morning I get up at six o'clock, eat at half past seven, recite the precepts of the camp at eight o'clock, give birth at half past eight, and eat at twelve o'clock at noon......

Under the guidance of the guards, Sandru walked to the place where he would live in the future, and the timbers were calmly stacked together, and the tools he needed were ready. Looking at these woods, I was stunned, and I didn't come back to my senses until the artificial friends behind me came over.

"Let's get to work!", his boss shook his head with a wry smile, he was originally a wealthy merchant who specialized in smuggling between the Orlando Empire and the Byron Empire. In the Byronic Empire, he was in-law with a minor nobleman, and it was by taking advantage of this relationship that he was often able to obtain some resources for the nobles to enjoy. These resources are actually nothing special in the country, but if they are taken to the Orlando Empire, they can be sold for several times or even more prices.

So three years ago, he started this kind of trade, and as the money earned from the trade increased, the funds fed back to his in-laws and nobles also increased, and through the channels between the nobles, he obtained more and more materials. It was like a cycle, and eventually he decided to settle in the province of Bellhang, where he was in charge of trading. Although many times he has to be discriminated against by some Desi people in some places, he has no enmity with money.

Between occasional disdain and a great deal of wealth, he chose the latter. Of course, there are also people who like money, and with the three years of life, after a large amount of wealth has been scattered, he has gradually begun to integrate into the local life. Although discrimination still exists, it is much better than before.

It's just that he didn't expect a sudden war to turn all his efforts into useless work, and he returned to the previous overnight, and it was even worse than before.

Under his command, a rudimentary house was soon built. After a busy day, it was finally time for lunch, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The high intensity of work and the psychological pressure and fear made them feel extremely hungry at this time, and they longed to eat a basin of food in one go.

The rich smell of food wafted over the camp, and many people's stomachs growled.

Soon, the men pushing the food cart began to distribute the food, and the amount of food was very large, not only the vegetable leaves, but also an inch square of meat in each person's bowl. The food wasn't necessarily great, but it was much better than the rest of them could have imagined, and it gave them some relaxation, as well as some ...... Satisfy.

As we ate, the young man in the gray uniform reappeared, standing in the middle of the camp, using the magic device of amplification, and said loudly, "I know that many people are worried about not being able to get out of here, but I will say that your fears are unfounded. As soon as the war is over, we will let you go back immediately, but this will require your own cooperation. ”

"A lot of people will ask, 'Why are we doing this?' and I'm here to tell you the truth. Among you, there are some hidden spies, agents, whatever you call them. These people are constantly inciting and destroying the facilities of the Empire and infiltrating the institutions of the Empire, and these are the biggest incentives for you to be here! ”

"Here, not only the Byronians but also some of the Desi are imprisoned, and the attitude of the whole camp is as you can see, without discrimination. As long as you don't break the rules and live according to the rules, then there will be no danger. But if you want to do something dangerous, then you will be rewarded with danger. ”

"I'll tell you a little bit of news, if anyone can report and expose the hidden spies among you, as long as the identity can be confirmed, then you will get a thirty point reward. What's the use of points? Except for something special, as long as you have 100 points, then you can be free!"

"Free!"

"In addition, each dormitory will elect two house heads, the head of the house will have 15 points every month, and the choice of the head of the house will be decided by your vote. Before today's dinner, the head and deputy head of the dormitory must be elected, and if there is no dormitory selected, there will be no food tomorrow. ”

"Okay, I won't delay everyone's time, I hope everyone can live here happily enough!"

For a moment, Sandru felt a subtle change in the atmosphere around him, and there was something terrible hidden in everyone's eyes when they looked at the others. This kind of thing makes the people who were originally close to become strange, and there is also something that is about to be moved, which is sprouting.