War garbage collection system

Han Xing just sighed for a while, turned around and forgot about the matter, and began to look at what he had gained this time.

In the eyes of those in power, human life is the least valuable thing.

To put it nicely, he did it for love; to put it bluntly, he was a butcher and a tyrant.

So, let history decide right and wrong!

It's all just: the winner takes all.

In the following days, Han Xing began to ask his subordinates to carefully and seriously inquire about all the situations around them.

...............

Time flies and another week has passed.

Quarry No. 21, Slave Shack No. , it was already dawn outside.

Xiao Wulang struggled desperately, trying to get up.

Unfortunately, he was old and seriously ill, and he couldn't get up.

He still has a blood feud to avenge! He doesn't want to die!

Unfortunately, as he used to be a high-ranking official, no matter how hard he struggles at this moment, it is useless?

He was sweating profusely, and finally lost to his own body. Turbid tears flowed down unwillingly, and his dry lips were still mumbling:

"I, Xiao Wulang, am so cruel! So miserable! I am unwilling to accept this!

God, why don't you give me a chance?

Just then, he heard footsteps and he tried to sit up again.

Unfortunately, at this time, his body no longer obeyed his commands.

Helpless, he could only reluctantly close his eyes and begin to resign himself to his fate.

I thought to myself: Forget it! I can only avenge myself in my next life.

"Huh? There's another person here who can't get out of bed."

"Then carry it away! Hurry up and don't miss the time."

"Well, I heard that this old man was once a high-ranking official!"

"So what? Now, you are still doomed. Come on, you raise your head and I'll lift my feet."

In this way, Xiao Wulang was lifted up and thrown onto a large cart.

At this time, Xiao Wulang could only pretend to faint. He began to calm down and gather his strength.

He planned to escape halfway.

He knew that the place he was going to was a mass grave.

He also knew where he would pass.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his body. Halfway through, he realized that he couldn't even lift his arms.

He is desperate!

He began to think back on his life.

He came from a prominent family. He was smart and clever since childhood, and knew how to study hard when he was young.

When he was young, he was recommended to be an official and married a very beautiful wife.

He also took several charming concubines and gave birth to more than a dozen smart and lovely children.

In his middle age, he had a prosperous career and was promoted year by year, all the way to a second-rank official in the central government.

What a pity! Just last year, their family suffered a terrible fate.

On the surface, it seemed like this: his eldest son was fighting with a prince for a woman.

The actual truth is: because he was on the wrong side.

The final result was: his eldest son was beheaded as a public display, and then his entire family was enslaved and exiled to various places.

He was also sent to the frontier to guard the city, and within two months, the war came.

So, he was captured!

So he was placed in an iron cage as a slave and began to be bought and sold.

Unfortunately, due to his age, only these quarries are willing to buy him.

He is suffering! He is tired! He is miserable!

Just two months later, he fell ill.

He knew: his life was in countdown.

At this moment, what did he hear? He was a little dazed, wondering if it was a dream or an illusion?

"Master, these patients have been brought here."

"Very good, you did a good job. Bring all the young ones over to me. I want to save them and make them work for me."

"Yes, Master."

Then, Xiao Wulang saw the young master take out a pill and stuff it into the mouth of a slave who was almost dying of illness.

Unexpectedly, a minute later, the slave sat up and began to become lively.

Opportunity! This is the opportunity. My chance has finally come.

Xiao Wulang wanted to speak, wanted to shout, but unfortunately, his throat could not make any sound.

He was anxious! He was sweating again! He tried his best to open his eyes wide.

"Master, there are three older people here, what should we do?"

"Kill them! I don't have enough food to feed them."

"Yes, Master."

After hearing these two sentences, Xiao Wulang became anxious. This time, he was really anxious.

Opportunity! The opportunity is here.

He used up all his greatest strength and finally uttered a cry:

"Ah!~"

Han Xing turned around and looked at him, and their eyes met.

One is strange, one is demanding, one is indifferent, and one is begging...

Finally, Han Xing couldn't help but walked over and asked:

"Old man, you want me to save you, right?"

"Ah!~"

Xiao Wulang's veins were showing, he would never waste the opportunity he had just got.

"But you're so old now, you're of no use to me!"

"Ah!~"

"You are useful? ... The look in your eyes means: You have studied, right?"

"Ah!~"

"Okay! If you really read the book, then I can consider whether to save you.

After all, not many people here can read and write."

Han Xing squatted down and continued to look into Xiao Wulang's eyes, trying to understand what he meant.

"Ah!~"

Xiao Wulang nodded with all his strength, his eyes full of the desire to survive.

Seeing this, Han Xing thought for a moment and said:

"Okay, I can save you, but you have to work for me, be loyal to me, and be my military advisor.

Also, from now on, you will be responsible for teaching the people here how to read and write."

After saying that, Han Xing fed a pill into Xiao Wulang's mouth, and couldn't help muttering:

"Old man, please don't waste this magic medicine of mine. I hope you are really capable! Otherwise, I will make you pay."

After a while, Xiao Wulang felt that his body was gradually regaining strength, and he slowly sat up.

People also started to get younger and younger.

A minute later, he turned into a middle-aged man in his 40s and no longer looked like an old man.

"Thank you, master! Thank you, master!" Xiao Wulang kept kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"Don't thank me yet, just do your best in the future.

Huh? Your loyalty is rising so fast! ? "Han Xing said lightly.

"Master, you saved me. From now on, if you have any orders, I will go through fire and water for them. My loyalty to you will never change.

Even if I die, my ghost will still be loyal to you, my master."

"Good! Good! You are very good. Your loyalty has reached 100% in such a short time. Not bad, not bad.

Okay, go to my slave owner's manor and rest for a while!

If there is anything, let’s talk about it later!”

As soon as Han Xing finished speaking, he waved his hand and took Xiao Wulang into the space.

"Master, there are two older, sick slaves here. What should we do?"

“Kill them, and give them a ride!

As I said, I don’t have enough food to feed them, nor do I have enough miracle drugs to save them.

Besides: we are still very weak and it is very difficult for us to support ourselves, let alone them.

Wait, let’s wait a little longer!”

In this way, Xiao Wulang stayed in Han Xing's space and began to teach other slaves to read and write.

He knew very well that this was his only chance and the starting point for his revenge...

And Han Xing recruited more than 400 subordinates within that one day.

Han Xin, with a sad face, returned to the slave owner's manor at night.

Now, what he is worried about is the food problem for these more than 400 people.

If this problem is not solved soon, he may fall into the gutter and return to the situation before liberation.

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.