"Ahh

"The military master spares his life!"

"***, why do we want your lives? As long as you wait for your grandfathers, your life will be worry-free, hehe."

"Haha, exactly, just do it."

Regardless of his exhaustion, Zhou Fugui and Ye Guanting went to the place where the slaves were imprisoned, and in the tent where Ao Deng's wives and concubines were imprisoned, there were suddenly bursts of exclamations from women and wild laughter from men.

"What happened?" Zhou Fugui also probably guessed what happened, but he still said with some annoyance.

"General Zhou, I'll ask." Yang Xinhong, who was following Zhou Fugui, said, and after that, he turned around and planned to go to the military tent to ask.

"Hey, forget it, Nobuhiro don't go over, let them go." Zhou Fugui sighed and said after calling Yang Xinhong.

"Hmm..." Zhou Fugui then changed his mind and said to Yang Xinhong: "Xinhong, you should go and remind them that this is the only thing, and they are not allowed to plunder others, let alone Yin to plunder ordinary herdsmen and women, otherwise Lao Tzu would rather fight for this commander than do it, and settle accounts with them."

Yang Xinhong answered and went.

Zhou Fugui then patted the evil and said to Ye Guanting, "Let's go."

Visha has changed into a new suit of armor, and with its burly figure, it looks extremely majestic.

He refused to go anywhere, but only wanted to stay by Zhou Fugui's side.

"Hey, when you're lonely, it's hard to bring soldiers." Zhou Fugui said to Ye Guanting as he walked.

Since they can't give them anything, they can't be strictly restrained, strict military discipline, clear rewards and punishments, at least not for now, all Zhou Fugui can do is do his best and try to control it.

Throughout the ages, many heroes, many uprisers, and even many famous generals, when they command the army, there will always be this kind of thing, they may also want to strictly restrain their subordinates, but they are forced to be helpless, so they turn a blind eye.

Faith, the only feasible way is faith, but this is also a matter of the future, and Zhou Fugui can't do it at the moment.

In fact, after Zhou Fugui captured Ao Deng's camp, he ordered Pan to watch over them, which also meant this, but when it came to the end, he was still a little unbearable.

"The general has done his best, and I am deeply admired." Ye Guanting saw that Zhou Fugui looked dejected and excited, so he comforted; "Those women are not good and deserve this."

"Not necessarily, right?" When Zhou Fugui heard this, he said, "Most of them are also poor women, right?"

"What General Zhou said is... Ye Guanting shook his head slightly when he heard this, and said, "Many of them are forced, but since they entered the account, they seem to have changed as if they were individuals, oppressing the good and doing all kinds of evil."

Zhou Fugui nodded and didn't say anything more.

Ye Guanting has been in the Huns for a long time, maybe he knows the Huns better, Zhou Fugui said secretly in his heart.

Zhou Fugui, Ye Guanting and others came to the place where the slaves were imprisoned while talking, and they were enclosed with wooden stakes, and there were some thatched huts in the circle, which smelled bad, and it seemed to be a horse pen and a pigsty.

There were a few Yan army guards around, and after seeing Zhou Fugui coming, they saluted together.

"General Zhou, there is a dungeon inside." Ye Guanting said to Zhou Fugui.

"Well, let's let it all out." Zhou Fugui nodded when he heard this.

When Yan Jun heard this, he released all the slaves in the dungeon and crowded them in the middle of the open space, all of them looked at Zhou Fugui and the others numbly.

The slaves had hollow eyes, numb expressions, and slow movements, like dark creatures huddled in dark corners, revealing a cold, desperate aura from the inside out, their bodies not yet gone, but their souls had long since dissipated.

"This is the person you found for me?" Zhou Fugui stood with his knife on his shoulder, looked at the group of slaves, and asked coldly.

"General, it's them, after years of torture, they'll just—" Ye Guanting sighed.

"Are they still alive?" Zhou Fugui interrupted Ye Guanting's words.

"It's alive, and most of the body is fine." Ye Guanting glanced at Zhou Fugui and replied.

"Oh? Is it? Why do I think they're all dead?" Zhou Fugui was expressionless and asked coldly.

"What the general said is—" Ye Guanting nodded, "Their bodies are not destroyed, but their hearts are already like ashes."

The two of them asked and answered, and the voices were loud, and almost everyone present could hear them clearly.

"What is it that a man is not dead, but his heart is dead?" Zhou Fugui then asked.

"For the walking dead," Ye Guanting replied.

"What is the Walking Dead?" Zhou Fugui asked.

"No honor and shame, no shame, no desire, no sorrow and joy, it is called the walking dead." Ye Guanting replied.

"Oh, I don't know honor and disgrace, I don't know shame, I don't want to have no desires, I don't want my face, how is this different from a beast?" Zhou Fugui sneered: "Wrong, Ben will be wrong, they are not even as good as beasts!"

"What's the explanation?" Ye Guanting asked.

"Tigers, lions, and leopards still have territorial knowledge, wolves have wolf dens, bears have bear dens, even pigs and dogs have food protection, and cattle and horses have the hatred of grabbing heads, but what do they have? Isn't that so? It's better to be a beast!" Zhou Fugui said coldly.

"What General Zhou said is very true." Ye Guanting nodded yes.

"Roar!"

The two sang and harmonized, and finally aroused the anger of the slaves, and their eyes were not full of gray looks, but there was a trace of anger and a trace of incomprehension, but most of the slaves still did not move, just looked at the two of them, only the beast fighter, An Minghai from Sogdia in the Western Regions was furious, roared, and rushed towards Zhou Fugui and Ye Guanting.

Ye Guanting was startled when he saw this, hurriedly moved back half a step, and hid behind Zhou Fugui.

The method of agitation may be useful for a group of slaves like walking corpses, but once the method of agitation cannot be controlled, it may become a talisman.

More than 2,000 slaves, including 200 beastfighters, together with ***, it's not a joke...

Zhou Fugui stood in place with his sword, not moving, without any expression on his face, but there was a trace of joy in his heart.

As long as the blood in the bones is not extinguished, there is hope.

"Ahh The beastfighter An Minghai was furious, and rushed towards Zhou Fugui and Ye Guanting, gritting his teeth, wanting to grab Zhou Fugui or Ye Guanting and tear them to pieces like beasts, just like in the Colosseum.

Kunlun Nubi saw that An Minghai wanted to endanger Zhou Fugui, so he also roared, greeted him, and grabbed his arm. "Poof" knocked him to the ground like a cow, raising three feet of dust.

An Minghai is the best among the beastfighters, and he has never been defeated in the fight against the beast, and if he fails, he will not survive now.

The leader of the beastfighters, the king of the right valley of the Huns is regarded as a treasure, and let him be the head of a group of beastfighters, of course, this treasure is just a treasure, never regarded him as a person, if the treasure is dead, it is just a pain.

An Minghai was brave, but he was subdued by Vixie's move, fell to the ground, and Vivi stepped on him, shouting, "You dare to endanger my master, I want your life first!"

Visha also frightened a group of beastfighters.

"Visha, let him get up and come and speak." Seeing this, Zhou Fugui said to Vi Evil.

Hearing this, An Minghai got up and walked to Zhou Fugui's side.

"The general's surname is Zhou Mingfugui..."Zhou Fugui looked at An Minghai and asked, "Who are you?" Who's who?"

Zhou Fugui felt that the name taken by his parents was not loud enough, quite joyful, and quite cliché, if he named Zhou Hu, Zhou Long, and Zhou Leopard. Or Zhou Yunchang, Zhou Yide, Zhou Zilong or something... Maybe reporting the name can scare people's souls away by three points.

Of course, if he was named Zhou Long, he wouldn't be alive now...

"An Ming Sea in the Western Regions." An Minghai held his arm, glanced at Zhou Fugui, and then looked at the evil who was staring at him in horror.

The strength of Vi Evil was too great, and An Minghai's fall was not only not light, but his arm was also bruised and swollen, and he could hardly make a fist.

"Oh, An Minghai in the Western Regions, presumably also a Xiongnu

A slave from captivity, right?" Zhou Fugui nodded and asked, "Do you think that Ben General's words are inappropriate, so you are so angry?"

"Exactly!" An Minghai raised his head and replied, "Do you think we meant this? Did you mean to live such a life? We have resisted, we have fought with blood, but what is the use of having a more difficult life than the death of countless brothers?"

"So you have to get by, settle for the status quo? Your parents, wife and children are being abused, but you turn a blind eye? The cattle and sheep and other belongings in the family are seized by others, but they are not seen? If you don't live as a pig or a dog, you are also happy to accept it calmly?" Zhou Fugui sneered when he heard this.

"It's not... That's not true... We... We've been plotting to resist again... You're here, we don't know what's going on, so—" An Minghai stammered.

"Good!" Zhou Fugui nodded when he heard this, patted An Minghai's stout body, and then said loudly to the group of slaves: "People live for a lifetime, grass and trees for a while, mediocrity, for a lifetime, fight hard, it is also a lifetime, the world is unfair, why not fight to the death?" Let those blood-drinking lords who ride on their heads roll down, and then trample them into flesh, let them turn to ashes, let the sky reappear tomorrow, and let the air refresh. Brothers, take back our women, take back our cattle and sheep, take back our tents, take back our dignity, take back our glory, fight to the death, even if you die, you are a bloody man who stands up to the sky! It's not in vain!"

Zhou Fugui's words were very demagogic, and the hearts of the slaves were like a tide, surging, and compared with Fang Cai's appearance of dying and dying, there had been a huge change.

This man is really amazing! Ye Guanting, who sang a double reed play with Zhou Fugui in tacit understanding, was also enthusiastic and surging in his heart at this time, and looked at Zhou Fugui in horror.

Ye Guanting finally learned Zhou Fugui's skills.

Even the evil is full of blood, looking at Zhou Fugui with tears in his eyes, his heart is even more determined to be his slave forever...

Of course, in his life, there was only one master, and that was Zhou Fugui.

This is a later story, so I won't show it for the time being.