Dirt City, an insignificant prince among the seventy-two princes of Beihai.

The titles of Dashang Foreign Service: Hou, Bo (Dian), Male, Wei, and Bang Bo, which are divided into four square marquis, eight hundred princes, and there are many marquis, such as: Jizhou Marquis, Binzhou Marquis, Xizhou Marquis, Caozhou Marquis.

There are three titles in the internal service: duke, marquis, and uncle.

Wucheng King Huang Feihu is not counted, there is no such person in the Shang Dynasty in real history, there was only one Wucheng King in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, that is Jiang Shang of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Huang Feihu is a virtual character created by Lao Xu in the creation of the image of Guan Erye and Jiang Taigong.

There is only one king who can be called a king in all external and internal services, the king of the great merchants, Emperor B.

Wu Qi, the lord of the Dirt City, is the Dirt City Guard who serves the northern Xinjiang, or it is called: Dirt Guard, Dirt Wei Qi, it's all right.

Just like Chonghou Hu, Chonghou, Chonghu, and Chonghou Hu, according to their relationship with him, their subordinate titles, and positions, they call him differently.

This is the class of the big merchants, if anyone comes directly to Chonghou Hu, faces Chonghou Hu, shouts Chonghou Hu, or Chonghu, and you happen to be unable to explain your origin, you will see if people are in a good mood, for the sake of His Holiness, kill you directly, no one will feel sorry for you.

In this era, there was no law to protect a "wild man" who was provoking the Marquis.

According to the condescending observation of the detectives, the entire Dirt City was bleak.

Yuan Futong conquest of the major princes who did not want to rebel with him, and had already done a battle duel with the "non-ministers" princes, and when the surrendered princes joined the rebel family, they also had to submit a large number of human sacrifices for sacrifice.

Although the city has not reached ten rooms and nine emptiness, it has also lost a lot of population under successive losses, and everyone in the city is in danger, and no one wants to wander the streets unless it is an important matter.

The beasts are not picky eaters, as long as they are a lot of people and animals, and it doesn't matter if you take slaves or civilians, they are the fairest, and they will never distinguish the status of these dying people.

It's like going to the vegetable market to buy meat every day, and some people will ask what is the status of the original body of this pork in the pigsty? Is it possible to observe daily etiquette before and after meals?

I don't know if this is the victory of civilization or the result of natural selection.

In the entire dirt city, young and middle-aged men occupy the mainstream, and most of them are young and middle-aged.

There is also a very interesting place, the slaves did not die, probably because all kinds of dirty work in the city still need someone to do it, and the guards of the city do not dare to expect the commoners and nobles in the city to be willing to do these dirty things.

For a qualified slave-era city, there are no slaves, just as there is no internal combustion engine in the steam age, there are no chips in the digital age, and slaves, like power tools, push the gears of the times like machinery, rolling forward.

The son born to a slave will only be a slave, and if there is a slave now, there will be a slave in the future.

After all the slaves were sacrificed and died, who would be the next group of people to be exploited? With the current ghost in the city, I am afraid that there will not be many opportunities to go out of the city to obtain new slaves in the future, and new slaves cannot be obtained from the outside, so the city cannot be left without people to do what slaves should do, and who will be "eaten" next?

In this sick city, there are people who adhere to moral etiquette, but there are not many.

Most of those who dared to fight against foreign beasts and were unwilling to sacrifice their loved ones died under the first batch of butcher knives.

Meng Wei still chose this place, not only for supplies and a temporary place to stay, but also for the northern part of the country, one of the largest conscription places to fight with foreign races, and the civilians here were also happy when they heard about the war.

What he was thinking about was how to awaken the silent people, in his opinion, as long as they are human, they are born with a sense of resistance, just like them who led their troops into the outer North Sea.

Strive for people with lofty ideals to join and expand the size of the army, so as to have a chance to compete with Yuan Futong in military strength.

As long as there are temperamental people in this city who dare to stand up against Yuan Futong and argue with strange beasts, those who come will not refuse.

Whether he is a man or a woman, whether he is a nobleman or a slave, as long as he wants to stand and live, as long as he still has the dignity of being a human race, it is the strength that Meng Wei hopes to strive for.

In Beihai, where demons are rampant, the population outside the city is very small, and along the way, what Meng Wei saw was just some ring dogs and crustaceans hunting and roaming in the wilderness.

The city has been sealed, the scouts can't explore the city, it's very difficult to disguise themselves as merchants or ordinary people, strangers are good materials for filling slaves, even if there are people alive outside the city, they don't dare to set foot in the unfamiliar city easily, deliberately approaching, it will only cause alarm.

At this time, the role of Bian Ji with the team was highlighted.

His white bone banner can control the ghosts, this invisible ghost path spell is invisible in the eyes of mortals, and it is also excellent for exploration.

The three consecutive days of ghost detectives really made the young Bian Ji a little unbearable, but fortunately, he had basically figured out the general layout and defense situation in the city.

"General, there are two military camps in the city, about a battalion of 1,000 people, there is no lord in the city lord's mansion, I heard the city Yin of the dirt city say that the city guard of the dirt city has gathered in Beihai with a large army, and has not yet returned."

"Very well, but there are people with armor?"

"There are 500 soldiers in the military camp in the east of the city, and 300 in the west of the city."

Meng Wei turned his back to everyone, hugged his chest with one hand, and supported his cheeks with the other, standing quietly on the hillside, looking at the dirt city in the distance.

For some reason, Zhao Bing, who had been fighting in the Chonghou Tiger Army all the year round, looked at Meng Wei's shape, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt.

After thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me that this figure was somewhat similar to Chonghou.

The same likes to think with his back to others, and is as bold as Chonghou when he was young.

Thinking about it, Zhao Bing's gaze softened, as if he had returned to the time when he followed Chonghou to fight in the south and the north.

"Prepare to prepare, gentlemen mount your horses, and in the evening, while the people who are collecting firewood are returning to the city, we will raid the south gate."

"After entering the city, Xin Ping, you lead your subordinates to follow General Zhao and go straight to the east camp, and Hou Chang's department follows General Bian and goes straight to the west camp."

"Be sure to block people in the camp for me, don't seek to kill the enemy, just trap and defend."

As for Meng Wei himself, he had other plans.

He wanted to try the slave settlement near the altar in the north of the city, there was a shortage of manpower, if he could absorb these slaves to join, he would be able to reorganize and garrison the entire Dirt City, and he would have more manpower and energy to do something.

He didn't want to be as brave as the beggar army, he had seen slaves in Chongcheng and knew what kind of people it was, but as long as these people could be incorporated into the servant army, they would be slowly trained in the future.

"My brothers and I have three restraints. First, they must not commit adultery or plunder, second, they must not leave the formation without authorization, and third, they must not despise their comrades. ”

"These three, the violator will be beheaded."

The second article Meng is not worried, this is a group of veterans of a hundred battles, you can suspect them of doing other things, but you can't doubt their combat effectiveness and military discipline in a state of war.

As long as the lord does not mess around, leads this group of veterans crookedly, and acts according to the established rules of Chonghou, there will not be much change.

Only the first and third points, he must speak first, otherwise his brothers have really done something wrong, and for those of them who are alone, the road will not go far in the future.

Everyone was silent, thinking that after the city was broken, they could vent their long-suppressed emotions freely, but the general did not allow it. In previous years, the city was celebrated, and if the city was not slaughtered, a large number of slaves and wealth would be plundered, they did not understand, but at this moment they did not say much.

Meng Wei has always been anxious for justice and righteousness, can get along with everyone, and does not bully his subordinates as a superior, and there is basic trust.

In addition, there is no military market for them to replace their family wealth and take it back, most people are still willing to obey, and a small number of people who don't care about it only react when they see Zhao Bing reiterating the military order and saying that he will personally hold the knife, the general is not joking.

Zhao Bing is no better than Meng Wei, he has followed Chonghou for many years, and he is a reckless man who really dares to kill people and will kill people.

As the sun fell, the people who went out of the city to collect firewood and forage finished their work and returned to the city to rest.

The sound of horses roaring sounded at the edge of the lifeless city, and a murderous cavalry in black armor was approaching from a distance at high speed.

The people were frightened, and when they were about to flee from the desert, someone recognized the military banner behind these knights, with the words "Chong", "Shang" and "Meng" written on it.

The panic quickly receded, and the unarmed people quietly moved out of the way, looking longingly at this elite army that came out of nowhere.

This is a strange thing, Meng was overjoyed when he saw this, and shouted: "Bypass the people, don't trample on the crowd, you will charge into the city with me." ”

This group of people made Meng Wei full of hope, which was a good sign, the people did not resist Wang Shi, he asked people to make a large number of military flags and flags overnight, originally to deter the Quartet, so that the enemy misjudged the rebellion of Chaoge and the army was killed, and it was the main army attacking, used to bluff.

As a result, where the banners passed, the people knelt down and did not run in the way, which saved him a lot of trouble.

When the defenders at the head of the city saw this, they immediately shouted to close the city gate and fire arrows to stop the enemy.

However, it was too late, only a few feathered arrows shot out of the city, injuring many people by mistake, and the brave and good fighting armor morale was full of blood, and as long as they did not hit the vital point with one or two hits, they continued to charge without changing their faces.

The military marquis guarding the city gate trembled, why did the king come so quickly? I haven't heard that the coalition army has been defeated, and now it is still snowing heavily in the sky, who is this reckless man, who dares to march in the cold winter and die?

It's really dead, out of the headquarters of Chaoge, and no longer find a city to settle down to escape the cold, and these people have to die.

Before the city gate was closed, Meng Wei rode a thousand, riding a red rabbit like a hard iron cone, and chiseled into the military array at the city gate, three heads and six arms were directly opened, and the axe was smashed into the city defenders who wanted to close the city gate.

Zhao Bing followed, turned over and dismounted, took the copper hammer from the co-pilot, and smashed the half-closed city gate open when he struck twice, opening up space for the cavalry behind him to charge.

"Under the command of the Great Shang Wen Taishi, Meng Wei, the first warrior of Chongcheng, is here, and those who kneel on the ground and beg will not be killed."

Zhao Bing's loud voice spread throughout the entire south gate, looking at Meng Wei, who was killing all directions as if no one was in the city, like a demon god, the soldiers at the city gate suddenly lost their courage and knelt on the ground and begged.

After Meng Wei left two teams to take over the city defense and guard the army, he immediately led people to the north of the city to kill, and Bian Ji and Zhao Bing also rushed to their mission areas according to the established strategy.

The capture of the city has officially begun.

The cavalry of the big merchants entered the city, and the news spread faster than the red rabbit ran, and hundreds of horses rode through the market, passing through the big city, and hundreds of people knelt on both sides of the road, as if expecting and fearing.

The area of the slave bazaar was very different from the residential area of the commoners, the commoners still had regular houses, and some wealthy ones also built terraces and courtyards, while the slave bazaar was much simpler, a large wooden house in the style of a flat floor, which was a peaceful place for hundreds of slaves to sleep on the ground.

The snow was falling, and there was no bonfire in the thinly clothed slave hut, so they could only huddle together in groups to keep warm from each other, and the frozen and stiff people around them lay in the corners and doorways, and no one cleaned up.

Meng Wei looked at these thin and inhuman slaves, shrunk in opposite corners like frightened Jingren, and his heart was irritable.

It is not only to lament this cannibalistic world, to be angry at the persecution of their own people by the aristocratic class, but also to lament the undignified life of these humble people under slavery.

These cowering slaves are not as fierce as Jingren, and they exude a rotten stench of numbness and sluggishness, and Meng Wei's expectations for themselves are a little shaken, is this really a group of people who can be absorbed? This is obviously a group of walking corpses that have been drained of their souls.

Compared with the slaves in Chongcheng, the slaves here are more like animals that have lost hope of life, stretching their necks and waiting for death.

Disappointment, melancholy was brewing, Meng Wei turned his head and wanted to leave.

"Mother, I'm hungry!"

An insignificant whisper stopped Meng Wei, who was walking out, and like a light in a crack, illuminating a gray heart, Meng Wei tried his best to be gentle, not so fierce.

After a stiff smile, Meng Wei immediately turned around and looked at it gently.

Four or five thin bodies hugged each other, their frightened eyes no longer numb, and their pupils were filled with intense despair. Behind these people, a four- or five-year-old toddler's little feet were still struggling, and his mother was desperately pulling back, trying to hide behind the others.

The expressions of the four men around him were no longer numb, as if they had come back to life from a sluggish stone sculpture, and they stood in front of a mother and son in despair.

They don't know why the noble man in front of them stopped, usually at this time, once a noble person stops when he leaves, something bad will happen, they are afraid, but there is no way, let alone make a move to resist, the only thing they can do is to hold their heads high and build a wall of flesh and blood with their dry bodies.

The snow stopped, and the sun shone on the snow-covered earth again.

Looking at that dirty little foot, the sun outside the window shone on the group of people, and they shone like gold at this time.

Meng Wei smiled, perhaps, they weren't that bad.