Who is Old Man Ao? That is the master of the plundering regiment hand-picked by the head of Cao's regiment, Chrysostom Yuling, and when he speaks, at least the weight is heavy enough. From the moment Old Man Ao said that he would sincerely help the construction of the plunder regiment and the Free Development Alliance, Captain Cao also gave him extremely high-standard treatment.

But whenever the old man speaks, even if he just farts with his mouth, the cadres of the plundering regiment must go through a review process and analyze the truth and essence. This kind of honor also makes Mr. Ao quite useful. No matter how you say it, the backward who is willing to obey the guidance is gratifying, and the head of the Cao regiment is very good at buying people's hearts, and this old man does not deny it.

Reciprocate the favor, Old Man Ao is definitely not just watching the excitement today, at any time, there may be an opportunity to lurk around you, it depends on whether you have the ability to pull it out. Captain Cao's painful engagement with this rat-man tribe today is undoubtedly very beautiful and very vicious.

Old Man Ao has already discovered that the entire plundering group from top to bottom, in tonight's table Xiàn also has the unique impulses and extremes of young people, their wrists are as hard as iron, so far, Commander Cao himself has not even left a single living mouth, not even interrogated. Old Man Ao knew that as soon as Captain Cao opened his mouth, he might be soft on these rats. Many rabbit militias came with them today for revenge, full of enthusiasm, and Commander Cao was also appeasing their feelings with killing, which was also buying people's hearts.

But after all, it was more than a thousand living mouths, even if they were rat people who were not sorry to die, Old Man Ao was inevitably a little sympathetic in the end. Since the loss of that illustrious and glorious identity. Old man Ao has waved goodbye to his career as a horseman, he is no longer a decisive military god, but a hermit who has been saving lives for a long time. This experience. makes the character of Old Man Ao change very hugely.

In terms of the interior of this plundering group, if Captain Cao is a raging fire, then Old Man Ao, who has cultivated himself for many years, is a pool of smart water. The two do not conflict with each other, let alone water and fire, and the positioning of Old Man Ao is to pour a little water on Captain Cao when the fire is too big, which plays a neutralizing role. Things must be reversed, what is too extreme. It's not necessarily a good thing, this is the wisdom of Old Man Ao.

And the old man said that garbage recycling. also won a group of gangsters' endless sycophants. Harder suddenly felt that his waist was a lot straighter, because he was relatively calm when he captured these sunset shovels, and he was not generalized, and he was praised by the old man.

Old man Ao means. Needless to say, these damn grave robbers are hateful, but if you think about it from the side, they are not without the slightest use. Not only do they have a talent for digging holes, but after a long career as tomb robbers, these guys are very knowledgeable about what lies beneath the surface. To put it nicely, they're also guys who specialize in a bit of a main business.

They have done great damage to the rabbit tribe, and today's indiscriminate killing of the raiding group can be regarded as revenge for the rabbits. That's true, Bill says. In fact, many of the rabbit people accompanying me today have already moved their hearts of compassion. After all, they are a kind-hearted race, and they are not the soldiers of the raiding regiment who stop thinking with the order of Commander Cao.

Old Man Ao is not saying that the raiders need these sunset shovels to help the raiders rob the tombs, but that their racial abilities can also be used on the battlefield. No one can deny it. Even ordinary rat people are good at digging trenches. If you know anything about the history of the rat-people, you will know that in the heyday of the Beamon Empire, the rat-people also had their own formed army. And their identity is to be responsible for building fortifications for the main force.

These rat-men may not know the history of their ancestors, and use their talents for the rest. But isn't there still Captain Cao? With Captain Cao's personality that is good at exploitation and utilization, and his personality that can squeeze out fat even from his bones, he doesn't have to worry about making full use of these rat people. Such a compliment. made the head of Cao, who had a stiff face, smile for a while, and said where and where. Old man Ao's reminder was just right, and the steps were delivered in time, and Head Cao calmed down a little, and he also felt that this statement was very tenable.

If it is really said that these rat people are useless waste, then Captain Cao will kill them to the end. But this use value really needs to be considered. Old man Ao even popularized the knowledge of the bandits of the plundering group, the ancestors of the rat people, in addition to being sappers, also have smart and courageous guys, and the tunnel warfare they once created is also a unique skill in the history of the Beamon Empire, with unique concealment and suddenness. If it is used, it is not a magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

There is also a key point, with the style of Captain Cao, the rat fight is definitely not just this time. There is more than one rat-man tribe in the Exiled Domain, and there are even as many as cows, and their fertility is not bad, so is it not troublesome to fill the manure tactics every time? Instead of this, Commander Cao might as well cultivate an exclusive underground special attack force, and use the routine of beating rats and rats in the future, which is the most labor-saving and smartest way. This is what Old Man Ao said privately when he dragged Captain Cao aside, and it was also full of convincing evidence.

Old Man Ao's guidance also made Captain Cao gain insight, and it was really a smart decision to treat Old Man Ao as the chief staff member of the plundering group as an uncle. Old man Ao has already broken away from the category of an elder, and it is not an exaggeration to define it by a living fossil of Pan-America, how old is he, he has always been tight-lipped about it, and the head of the leather sect said that he did not know. And his knowledge of the past and the present is revealed all the time, which is better than real money.

Even if it is for the sake of face, the head of the Cao regiment will not refute this Jianyi, let alone that he can still make a profit. The tragic experience left by the raiding group to these rat people is enough for them to remember for a lifetime, and the non-toxic husband is in place, and it is also time to show that the small amount is not a gentleman. As for whether they were willing, Head Cao didn't bother to care so much and forced them to be coolies. That's also an effective way.

As Mr. Ao commented, Head Cao has always felt that he is a person with perseverance and perseverance. And such a person can squeeze water out of the rock. I can rub oil from the bones. Besides, the brave man can climb from the top of the hill to the clouds, and the coward can't climb the top of the tent with a ladder. Just these rat people, if they borrow ten guts, they can only shine the shoes of the raiders of the raiding group.

The only one who is still a little arrogant is Webber, the leader of the rat-man tribe. At this time, this guy still wants to slap his swollen face, pretend to be fat, and pretend to be a hero. was kicked by the six scattered people and vomited blood, and was mentioned in front of Captain Cao.

"We just want to live a better life on our own? Are we guilty of such ideals? You murderous demons. You will be punished!" it was a shame that Weber was born in the form of a rat-man. Even if it was mentioned in front of Captain Cao, this thing was still screaming from his mouth.

His explanation, which still didn't know whether to live or die, also provoked a sneer from the soldiers of the raiding group. That's all there is to the dregs of society. Are they embarrassed to say that they are idealistic? Claiming that they are not guilty? In order to live a good life, they have to dig other people's ancestral graves and other people? In view of their previous bad deeds against the rabbit people, Weber's sophistry is looking for death, and the robbery group of more than 300 bandits, any one of them can scold him to the bloody head of a profound ideological education class.

"Okay, then Lao Tzu will sue you. The so-called ideal is something that only people with strength can talk about. The so-called weakness is a sin. If you are stronger than us, can you guarantee that you will not bully us? If you have no ability to be scolded, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand firm. Give less to Lao Tzu's mother-in-law and mother! Lao Tzu is in a good mood now, and one more sentence of Lao Tzu will make you understand what it means to be tempered by a thousand tempers!"

Mainly because the six scattered people didn't know where to find out some dazzling tools after the boss spoke. And those tools are everything from the vices to the toothpicks. The eyes of the six scattered people surveyed Weber's short figure for a moment, and it was almost certain that they were looking for somewhere to start. Webb almost bled to tears, those tools could be used in a third of his body, and God knows how these guys came up with so many flowers.

These are the stories behind them. In this regard, Commander Cao has mentioned its importance more than once, and even attended several professional technical courses in the regiment because of this. After Commander Cao criticized those old torture methods for nothing. The six scattered people learned from the pain and diverged their thinking in this regard, and even bought various tools out of their own pockets, which are not the same, and they are all unique routines based on their own strengths. The Robbery Troupe's Torture Confession Six-member Group has already been established, but it has never met a single blind person who defies the law, and it has always made the six scattered people unwilling.

The silent rat-man was taught at dawn by Captain Cao's fierce rhetoric, which he named the "Song of Dawn" to cleanse the filthy soul. It's a very charming and elegant theme, but it's almost all based on all kinds of foul language, whether it can wash the dirty soul I don't know, it's true that it can scold people so much that they can't raise their heads.

Where do these remnants of the rat people dare to disagree with Captain Cao now, they have been tossed all night one by one, and they have to accept this kind of mental torture with a stinking body, looking at their expressions, they are not far from collapse.

The only thing that dissatisfied Commander Cao with this rat extermination operation was that there were not many trophies, and the previous handful of dung was burned happily, but almost all the rat people in the crypt were burned. Even if there are left, those rat people are crying now, and no one wants to go down to get it.

Thinking about it, Captain Cao can only give up, even if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, he can completely use his imagination to sketch it. Even if it is purgatory, it is estimated that the scenery is much better than the scenery inside.

"I can't live this day!" Captain Cao was speechless to the sky.

After carefully calculating the accounts, Commander Cao found that the battle was won but the capture was limited, and ten of the * were all raised on the spot by the brothers under his command. And what finally fell into the hands of Head Cao was more than 200 mouths. These rats are not big, but they are said to be more edible than rabbits, but they didn't make Captain Cao die. After thinking about it, after going back, facing the disgusted eyes of the little secretary Luo Han, Head Cao felt a burst of sadness.

The foundation of this plundering group was laid in the vicinity, and no one else was sleeping soundly on the side of the couch, but this was based on the fact that the pockets of the head of Cao himself had shrunk greatly. After all the calculations, the one who lost the most was Captain Cao himself, which was really a kind of retribution in the dark.

This frustration was vented by Captain Cao on the bodies of those rat people who were tied into a large string by the noose of the cow tendons, and they were charged by Captain Cao for the crime of destroying the historical relics of the indigenous intelligent races in the Exiled Domain, and all the male rat people were temporarily defined as slave miscellaneous soldiers of the Free Development Alliance Escort Team, and accepted the labor reform of the organization.

"Slave, you might as well kill us!" Webber began to shout again, but the people around him deliberately distanced themselves from the patriarch, and it seemed that they did not dare to agree with him. Weber still thought to himself: "Even slaves should have the right to fight for freedom, right? Can't we find a way to redeem ourselves?"

Captain Cao was disgusted with this rat chieftain who was about the same height as Wangcai, but he didn't expect this product to have a little knowledge. It's rare for a wilderness thief to have such an advanced idea. Captain Cao originally didn't have the habit and idea of catching slaves, but if he didn't use a little heavy weight on these rat people to educate them first, it would be impossible to mention freedom.

"I, Cao, have a clear distinction between public and private, as long as you can work for Lao Tzu for a period of time, it is not impossible to return your freedom. Head Cao smiled gloomily.

"How long is that?" Weber's brainless thing is that he breaks the casserole and asks the end, and the bandits of the raiding group are silent for a while, and some questions can still have some hope instead of being persistent.

"I'll do the math...... Commander Cao pretended to wrench his fingers and said: "There is a period of forced labor, which is almost more than 10,000 years, that is to say, if you don't work hard, you may have to enslave your children and grandchildren for generations." If you slack off, you will be put to death immediately!"

The rat people's already hobbling figures stumbled in the early morning sun, and it was a shame that the big back pretended to be so casual. There is also a period of forced labor, who the fuck can live to 10,000 years? Just because these rat people are turtle people, they can't live so long? And this period, even if they work hard, can this not affect future generations?

"Of course, the head of this regiment has always rewarded and punished clearly. If you have a positive attitude towards cooperating with the labor camp and work carefully and carefully, it is not impossible for you to have your sentence commuted twice in three days. The key is your own attitude. Head Cao smiled at a large group of coolies, indescribably bold. It's just that no rat man believes in this boldness, and just look at their dejected appearances, you can know how desperate they are.

"I curse you, you black-hearted creature!" Webb muttered in confusion.

"You know, you should feel honored, you are the first person who dares to talk back to Lao Tzu and is not dead. Head Cao looked at Weber very sincerely. However, Captain Cao is really in a good mood today, otherwise Webb would have really died eight times out of ten times now. As long as you work hard, it is also your right to complain about two sentences, and Head Cao is very open-minded.

After a pause, Head Cao grinned: "Am I black-hearted? Then let's forget it, if you have Yaxing, I will give you a song below, welcome you to join the Free Development Alliance!" (To be continued)