Chapter 088 Slave Camp Slave Soldiers

It's been three days since he came to the slave camp, and Hu Wei hasn't made any moves, he locks himself in a military tent every day, and doesn't care about outside affairs. (Baidu search 8 degrees about Hu Wei in the army, has been spread, the soldiers dare not say anything on the surface, but in private, there are any conjectures.) However, judging from Hu Wei's appearance Xiàn and the actions of the original immortal bird special combat team in front of the city gate, Hu Wei is standing on the commanding heights of public opinion.

But so what, empires have always been a place where there is only power, and there is no justice. As the most vulnerable group, the voices of soldiers are ignored.

When Hou San and Zhebei heard that Hu Wei was transferred to the slave camp, they were both indignant about Hu Wei, and the dozen or so captains of the original Immortal Bird Special Combat Team also wanted to go to the blood book. However, these hot-blooded men, before the action, were stopped by Hu Wei, who got the news, and they were all pulled to a place where no one was and scolded.

At that time, including Hou San and Jebe, they were all present, but what Hu Wei said specifically, the soldiers below were not very clear. I only know that after this, whether it is Jebel, Hou San, or the captains, they are all honest, and there is no more action.

There are brave soldiers, and they privately ask the captain to inquire about the situation. But all they got was a weird smile, not just a few words. The soldier seemed to understand something from this laughter, and at the same time became strange.

On the second day of Hu Wei's return, the new Immortal Bird Independent Regiment received some replenishment of troops, bringing the number of Immortal Bird Independent Regiment to 2,000 people. Although it has not yet reached the full strength of 5,000 men, after the Great War, this is already the largest number of troops in the Blizzard Legion in Linghuicheng.

Zilawi is now in the mood for success. He knew in his heart that the Red Turban Army in Langtian City had been dispersed, and the Blizzard Legion soldiers who had been transferred to Langtian would also return one after another, and in the meantime, the Immortal Bird Independent Regiment would definitely be replenished again. Reaching full capacity is not a problem. With this veteran of a hundred battles, from now on, he can rise to the top.

As soon as Zilawi is happy, he likes to play with women. He galloped the woman, but he didn't know that the Immortal Bird Independent Regiment was slowly changing. It's very slow, it's slow, but what will be derived from the superposition of slow and slow, no one knows now.

Tianmen Pass, the junction of the Mandala Empire and Anrong. From here, less than a kilometre to the north, you can enter the boundary of Anrong. At this time, there is a peaceful army here, slowly heading north. The team is not chaotic, but it does not seem to have any momentum. Every time the soldiers walked, they couldn't help but raise their eyes to look at the heavily guarded carriage. In the carriage, the third prince Lin Zhengfeng, who was seriously injured, lay down.

Every time he glanced at the carriage, the Anrong soldiers couldn't help but feel unlucky. In the bloody battles of the past few days, seeing that Linggui City is about to be broken, a large area of Qingzhou is within reach. Who knew that the third prince was assassinated inexplicably at this time. He was actually shot through the neck with an arrow in front of his camp. If it weren't for his status as a prince, the soldiers would have doubted whether Lin Zhengfeng was from the Mandala side. How can you help someone so facelessly.

After the third prince was seriously injured, the military advisor Honda Kameyu immediately took over the army, ordered the whole army, and took the initiative to abandon the city that had already been handed over and return to the army to settle down.

Seeing that the rewards in hand, the slave girls, and the land were all in vain, and after returning home, they did not know what punishment they would encounter because of this defeat, and the soldiers were all worried, and some of them had read for two days, and they couldn't help but sigh - the future is confused

"Strategist, I can't figure it out. Tiekla came to Honda Kameyu's side and said with a sullen face.

Honda Kameiyu was still playing with the teacup in his hand, his eyes were level at the large area south of Tianmen Pass, and he didn't react, as if he didn't hear Tieke's words. After a long time, Honda Kameyu sighed and said, "What a beautiful view." Ironkla, guess what Socrates the Great, if he hadn't died, would have thought of the current situation. ”

Socrates the Great is a legend of the Celestial Wind Continent. Thousands of years ago, it was he who single-handedly unified the Tianfeng Continent and established the incomparably powerful Bauhinia Dynasty.

Tiekla's eyes flashed with fanaticism: "If Socrates the Great is still alive, such a thing will never happen." ”

Honda Kameyu took a sip of tea and said lightly, "What if Rijkaard is alive?"

Tiekla's face sank, and he snorted coldly: "That traitor." ”

Honda Kameyu seemed to have known Tiekla's reaction for a long time, shook his head, and said, "You can't figure out why I withdrew my troops?"

Tiekla said: "No, withdraw the troops now, and the settlement people will be greatly discouraged, which is good for our plan." ”

Honda Kameyu said with a little comfort: "It seems that you have slowly learned what you are doing. So you can't figure out what to do?"

Tiekla nodded, "Yes." ”

Honda Kameyu turned to look at Tieke, and said in a broken word: "It's not that you can't figure it out, you are unwilling." ”

Tiekla's whole body trembled, and his face showed a look of pain: "Yes, I am unwilling. That's our capital, it's been lost for thirty-eight years, and it's finally returned to us, how can we give up so easily. We should "

"Shut up" Honda Kameyu interrupted Tiekla's words and said coldly: "Do you think that with our current strength, it is possible to hold the waves? We have endured for so many years, is it just to fail again? The 300,000 troops of the Mandala Empire have already rushed straight to avoid its edge, and it is our only choice. This is something that Arshavin thinks much longer than you do. ”

Ironkra's mouth moved a few times, but he couldn't speak. He knew that Kameyu Honda's words were right. But just giving up Langtian City like this, he was still unwilling.

After a long time, Honda Kameyou slowly poured the tea in his hand on the boundary line, sighed long, turned around and said, "Let's go." We still have a long way to go. ”

Tiekla suddenly shouted, "Will our road get wider and wider?"

Honda Kameyu paused and did not answer. Whether the road will be wider or not depends on how many people are walking on the road.

Ten days later, the Blizzard Legion dispatched Langtian to suppress the Red Turban rebels, and all of them returned. Sumatra's strength reached 80,000, while the number of Huma's slave camps was a whole number, 3,000. This number is nearly thirty times more than before, you must know that when Hu Wei first arrived in the slave camp, the whole camp was less than a hundred people.

For more than ten days, Hu Wei has been in the military tent, practicing the use of the blood axe. Ever since he was able to sense the aura of heaven and earth, Hu Wei obviously felt that his strength had grown a lot faster. After more than ten days of being closed, his force was nearly twice as high as before. This is good news, but Hu Wei is not very satisfied. Because he knows that the speed will be fast at first, and then it will gradually slow down.

Life in a slave camp is the most peaceful and bitter, to be precise, it is a forgotten place. Soldiers in the slave camp did not have to carry out daily drills like ordinary soldiers. Even if the slaves were always the first to rush out of the team headquarters every time they charged, no one would discipline them, because no one cared about their lives or deaths. It is their fate to die in battle, and it is their luck not to die.

Like the drills, almost no one cared about the food, shelter, and transportation in the slave camp. Half-starved and half-fed, the marching tent was not enough, for them, it was commonplace, and medicine, let alone the original. Weapons, not to mention, were simply ignored. If you have a hatchet knife, it's good, but if you don't, you can grab it with your hands and bite it with your teeth. You don't even think about picking it up on the battlefield, even if you pick up a good guy, you have to turn it in. Slave soldiers, what do you want to do with such a good weapon, you want to rebel.

The men and horses of the slave camp, Hu Wei had already heard the wailing before he saw it. The air that used to be relatively fresh, but also filled with a strong smell of blood.

Putting away the blood axe in his hand, Hu Wei knew that it was time for him to appear.

According to the past practice, the commander of the slave camp was generally allowed to bring some of his cronies over. The number was about half of the total number of slave soldiers. However, it is clear that Sumandal did not want to give Hu Wei such a force. Therefore, Hu Wei, the leader of the new slave camp, except for himself, did not have a soldier with a normal status. Even the pro-guard Jebel didn't bring it with him.

Sumentar didn't have any indication about this, and Hu Wei pretended not to know. After coming to the slave camp for more than ten days, he even did his own cooking. Of course, Hu Wei knew that there were many people waiting to see his jokes, but he didn't care. Who sees whose jokes, it's still impossible to say.

When Hu Wei walked out of the tent, he saw many slave soldiers sitting or lying down. The whole barracks looked in disarray, what firewood knives, sickles were thrown to the ground.

Seeing Hu You, a man dressed in a general's uniform, walking out of the military tent and walking on the ground, he just glanced at it and turned a blind eye. Even a few slave soldiers lying by the tent of Hu Wei had no intention of getting up and saluting. This is impossible to happen in other troops, but in the slave army, it is normal.

In the slave army, military discipline is not much different from a fart.

Hu Wei was not angry, he looked at the crowd with his eyes. These slave armies ranged from old to young, strong and weak. The largest beard was gray, and the youngest, it seems, was not yet thirteen or fourteen years old. There are two or three hundred pounds of fat ones, and thin ones, heh, I don't know if there is a fat one foot heavy. Pure masters, there is not a single woman. There are no ugly girls in the army, as long as it is a woman, she has already been taken away by someone who has some means, how can she be thrown into such a place,

Regardless of the old and young, fat and thin, the eyes of these people are full of indifference, disdain, and indifference, and they don't care.

The slave army is a hopeless army. Although according to the laws of the empire, eight years as a slave soldier, or with heavy merit, is very pardoned. However, the slave soldier is a high-consumption class, let alone eight years, some people can't survive eight days. The equipment is very poor, and when you go into battle and rush forward, a battle is fought, and half of you die, which is less. If you don't get it right, you won't be able to leave any hair.

It was a dream to want to live in such a unit for eight years. If you want to get a meritorious service, that's even more incompetent. Just such a little military merit is not enough to divide the above, when will it fall on the slave soldiers.

Hu Wei looked at these slave soldiers, and he was very happy in his heart. This is one of the four strong soldiers mentioned in the Malian soldier's book, and now it seems that it is quite good. At least that kind of look, Hu Wei likes it very much. Apathy, disdain, indifference, indifference, but no fear, fear.

Along the barely accessible road, Hu Wei walked among the sitting and lying slaves, and he had to be very careful not to step on these guys who didn't even bother to give way.

Suddenly, Hu Wei's eyes froze, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. The fat man who was lying with his back to the wall. Even if he couldn't see his face, Hu Wei could recognize who he was.

This hapless fellow, he committed something and was thrown into a slave camp.

The corners of Hu Wei's mouth hooked an arc, and he strode over, his right foot wheel was round, and he passed by with one kick at the guy's fart.

The speed was very fast, and he was about to hit the target, and the chubby side, suddenly moved flexibly, swung his waist, and avoided Hu Wei's kick. With a wave of the fat hand, a little black light shone on Hu Wei's face.

Hu Wei looked at the black light that jumped straight forward, motionless, it was a firewood knife to bring up and shiny. Even if it is a firewood knife, cut on the face, it can also kill Hu Wei. But Hu Wei just doesn't mean to dodge.

There were slave soldiers watching the excitement on the side, and when they saw such a situation, they were all shocked. Killing a handful of people is nothing in a slave camp. But if a governor dies here, if he doesn't get it right, the entire slave camp will be slaughtered, and it may also affect his family.

The laws of the empire are cruel. If a slave soldier commits a crime, it will be a matter of the three clans, or the nine clans will be wiped out. The reason why the soldiers in the slave camp did not dare to mess around was that they were most afraid of this. It doesn't matter if one person dies, don't cause the whole family to suffer with you.

Someone tried to stop it, but there was no hurry. The firewood knife was in a hurry, and it was already in front of Hu Wei's face in an instant. The young slave soldier has a dead color in his eyes. The old ones shook their heads.

It's all over

Finished?

How is that possible

The firewood knife stopped abruptly when it approached the door of Hu Youmian. The murderous aura that filled the sky instantly turned invisible. The firewood knife was thrown on the ground, and the owner of the firewood knife knelt down on one knee in front of Hu Wei: "Lord Hu Wei." ”

All the slave soldiers were stupid at once. What the hell is going on, who came out and said it?

Surprised, that's not much. The next scene surprised them even more. I saw Hu Wei bend down and pull the man up, open his arms, hugged the guy, and said with a happy smile: "Zhu Daneng, why are you here, I thought you were dead." ”

This fat man, not Zhu Daneng, who else. Hu Wei recognized at a glance that this guy who was lying in the corner of the wall, dying, was his old subordinate, Zhu Daneng, who always liked to tease with Hou San, otherwise, he would not have stood there so calmly, waiting for the firewood knife to come.

Zhu Daneng obviously didn't expect to meet his old boss here, and he was so happy that he hugged Hu Wei and shouted. It was miserable to be thrown into a slave camp, but when he saw Hu Wei, Zhu Daneng knew it. No matter how bad the days are, they won't be so bad. This is not Zhu Daneng's blind trust in Hu Wei, but many experiences that make Zhu Daneng full of confidence in Hu Wei.

The surrounding slave soldiers looked at the two people hugging each other, their hearts were full of envy, they all knew that the fat guy had come to an end. If there is a governor who follows him, even if he is used as a slave army, his life will not be too sad. Maybe in a few days, they can find a reason and be transferred. This kind of thing is not unprecedented. Anyone who has ever seen a relative of a powerful official go to jail, that's a joke.

After a burst of excitement, Hu Wei let go of Zhu Daneng. Now is not the time to catch up, he still has important things to do.

Signaling Zhu Daneng to follow behind him, Hu Wei found a vacant lot, asked Zhu Daneng to move a few stones, and then stood on it.

After glancing around, Hu Wei raised his breath and said loudly: "All the slave camps are assembled." ”

There was war in the slave camp on weekdays, and it was gathered by beating gongs. It's the first time they've seen someone like Hu Wei shouting. The reactions of the crowd were different, some got up slowly and gathered, and some ignored it. Some fell asleep, pretended not to know, and some were seriously injured and couldn't get up.

Ten minutes passed, and there were 3,000 people in the slave camp, and less than 1,000 people lined up in front of Hu Wei. The formation was also scattered, and there was no soldier like Ben.

Hu Wei was not angry at all, just stood on the stone, looking at the soldiers under him. There were no military ranks in the slave camps, not without them, but the governors never cared about it. Anyway, fighting a war is to hula and rush forward, and if you are promoted to a slave officer, you won't live for a few days, and whoever is idle will have nothing to do to get these things. Therefore, the slave soldiers were all soldiers, and there was not even a husband in the army.

After another ten minutes, those who should have gathered had already gathered, and those who didn't want to gather didn't move.

Hu Wei didn't care so much, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "I, my name is Hu You, and I have a nickname in the army, called Immortal Bird."

From today onwards, the slave camp is my master. My rules are very simple, those who respect my orders have a good life. Whoever violates the order will be killed.

If you want to live well, remember my words. It's boring, just because I didn't say it. ”

Hu Wei said such a few short words, and he finished speaking, and he didn't care whether the people below listened or not. After speaking, looking around, Hu Wei shouted:

"Disbanded"

The slave soldiers looked at Hu Wei for a long time, and they didn't think it was very interesting to say just a few words, let alone take it to heart. The sparse ones scattered again. Sit down when you sit, and lie down when you sit. Someone took their previous seat, muttered a few words, found another place, and threw himself in the corner like a leper dog. Only a few people, feeling that something might be going on here, stayed nearby, keeping an eye on Hu Wei's next move.

After Hu Wei announced his disbandment, he didn't move and still stood on the stones. Zhu Daneng understood Hu You's temper better, tightened the firewood knife in his hand, and protected Hu Wei's back.

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