For these slaves, Yan Mo has asked the Moer-Gan People to take a tenth of the agreed amount of red salt from the store, and the rest will be paid when they are transported upstream to the river port.

  At present, more than 1,200 slaves, together with slaves of all nationalities he bought this afternoon, totaled exactly 1,500 slaves waiting by the river.

  Some people watched them swap so many slaves and asked him if The Jiu Yuan wanted to fight with others.

  Yuan Zhan and he both vaguely told people that there were so many savages in the wilderness that they had to increase the number of slaves in order to protect themselves. It was better to train the savages themselves than to exchange the trained ones.

  The Moer-Gan was not afraid that the Jiu Yuan would lead these slaves to attack them in turn. They dared to trade so many slaves at a time. Because their tribe itself was so populated that the number of warriors was no less than 5,000. In addition, there were other affiliated tribes in the vicinity who needed to rely on them and listen to their dispatch order. If they really wanted to go to war. Nearly 8,000 warriors can be mobilized in one day!

  Even if the Jiu Yuan had 7th Rank blood warriors, they also had the final life-saving barrier. TheMoer-Gan could develop into the largest tribe in the middle reaches of Da-He, and the strength of the Huang Jing Tribe and others on the other side of the river depended on the friendship. Naturally, it was not only because they had contacts with the Three Cities.

  Yan Mo, accompanied by Ding Fei, went to the river. Their shop was temporarily closed. Da-He and Ding Ning were both here.

  "You don't allow hunting nearby. How can I feed these slaves?" Yan Mo was half-joking withCai Yu who came with him.

  Cai Yu looked respectful. "Just don't hunt prey in the vicinity. Other tribes will take slaves to the distant hills and fields during the day to catch prey beasts. Visitors, please pay attention to this, walk up the river and cross the olecranon rock, where there are many beasts and many wild fruits that grow in spring. You can catch prey at will except for the mother and the pups and after the market is over, many animals can't be taken away. In fact, the guests can exchange some millet with us, boil the dried fur with millet, mix more crude chaff, and boil a large pot to feed many slaves.

  Yan Mo was staggered, of course, in his heart. When he came, he tried so hard to find rice. As a result, The Moer-Gan had already started planting rice and asked him at will whether he would like some to be eaten by slaves.

  "Are you talking about millet as small yellow particles?"

  "Yes."

  Yan Mo was in a complicated mood. "Well, I'll exchange some."

  "How much do the guests want to exchange? It's not good for those slaves either. We have some stale millet that hasn't been shelled, and a lot of chaff, which can be eaten by those slaves.

  "Old and new are coming, both shelled and unshelled." Yan Mo didn't want chaff, but he didn't give it to slaves or buy it at all when he entered the country as the Romans did. "Together, I want 1,500 people to eat it for ten days."

  "That's not bad. What do the guests exchange for?"

  "You can tell Qi Yuan about it. I'll talk to him about what to exchange."

  "Yes."

  "You'll send a portion of the millet to me tonight."

  Cai Yu hesitated a little and then agreed. This is a guest whom Qi Yuan Da-Ren attached great importance to. He dares not offend. Besides, millet is not a very important thing. They have many slaves and grow more of it.

  Cai Yu went back to prepare the millet, and Yan Mo put away his depression.

  Ding Fei looked at him secretly and wondered why Priest Da-Ren suddenly became unhappy.

  Yan Mo felt Ding Fei peeping into his eyes, but he could say that he thought he was the first person to grow wild rice and was proud to discover wild rice in this world today. As a result, not only did the Yuan Ji Tribe have millet, but the Moer-Gan also began to grow a lot of millet. And was he depressed?

  Now think about it. What's the use of finding wild rice? Whether they can grow rice in the geography and climate around the Jiu Yuan is a question.

  It was getting dark and a lot of fires were burning along the river.

  Among the 1,500 slaves, the Moer-Gan slaves were 1,000. Nearly 200 of the slaves exchanged from other clans had fighting power. The remaining 300 were slaves, children and the weak.

  The difference between a thousand slaves and five hundred others was obvious. They stood in a square by the river, neat and tidy. If they were equipped with skin armor and weapons, and then fed them a full meal, they would be able to become fighting forces in about an instant.

  The other 500 people were scattered, but they were all in one place, watched by Ding Ning. When the Moer-Gan People transaction is completed, it is only responsible for delivery and no longer responsible for custody.

  Yan Mo saw the eyes again, bright, tough and calm.

  "The Yingluo Tribe stand up, all over there." At first, Yan Mo did not preach or say anything about the opening remarks. He pointed directly to the left side of the war slave square.

  He hadn't specifically asked the Moer-Gan if they had the Yingluo people, because Eé-Ying had said that they had been trained for half a year and that spring trading was likely the time they were to come out to make goods.

  He did not believe that there was no the Yingluo Tribesmen in the mix. As for the absence of Eé-Ying’s two brothers, he did not care very much. He came to buy slaves for the whole Jiu Yuan and himself, not for a pleading woman.

  All the slaves were shocked, and all the Yingluo and non-warriors peeped at each other and felt uneasy.

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  The slaves reacted quickest and obediently. As Yan Mo's voice fell, more than 200 people came out of the square and stood on the left side of the square. They automatically integrated into a small square according to the rank of the warriors.

  "Who are Eé Ying brothers? Come out."

  This time, the small square on the left obviously hesitated, but soon two people came out of the small square and stood in the front row.

  Yan Mo raised eyebrows for their honesty. He didn't think they would both come out he just wanted to see if they would keep one for themselves. They stood together in the dark, and it was easy to make some gestures in the dark to leave one, but now they both stood out.

  Yan Mo began to be alarmed by the Moer-Gan's slaves training methods.

  "Da-He."

  Da-He walked up to the teenager.

  Yan Mo lowered his voice. "If The Moer-Gan People turned around and asked the slaves to attack us, would they listen to them?"

  Da-He thought this was the problem. He could not help laughing and saying, "No, Da-Ren, when they handed over, their slaves were already loyal to us in front of their orders, and then they were the slaves of The Jiu Yuan."

  "Why are they so obedient?" This is the last thing Yan Mo wants to do.

  "Generally speaking, the weaker tribes will be more obedient if they are given food, fur and clothing, and if they are not obedient, they will be beaten a few more times. Anyway, they live everywhere. Sometimes the life of those tribes is better than serving the big tribes as slaves."Da-He explained.

  "What about the power? Or the captured enemy tribes, how will these slaves be tamed?

  "That makes them feel afraid and accustomed to taking orders." Da-He did not know how to explain it, so he explained in plain words: "As long as warriors are captured, they will starve for a period of time, and when they are too hungry to bear, they ask themselves to be slaves, they will be released, and then let them do things, but no matter how well they do, they will be whipped, each time to them. Before eating, they will kneel down and beg.

  "Sometimes when they meet tougher warriors, slaves throw their Tribesmen into barbecue and would rather starve to death. Others will make them kill their tribe's Chief or witch or important people with their own hands. A more powerful means of control is castration of war slaves, some do not get castrated, but they make sleep [1] pleasure things, for other obedient warriors. Many warriors would rather be slaves to death in the battlefield than be turned into pleasure things, and they would become obedient. And……"

  Da-He talked a lot about how to train and train slaves, and Yan Mo understood half of that.

  "First destroy man's will and dignity, then let him feel the value and joy of being a slave, and finally only see a piece of sky given by his master, thinking that this is freedom and happiness."

  "Da-Ren?"

  Yan Mo raised his hand and motioned Da-He not to say any more.

  Whether human beings are inherently slave or not, he does not know. But he knew that after a long period of brainwashing and environment, slavery can really be deeply implanted.

  The reason why the nobles in ancient times liked "family-born children" was not because they were brought up by adult's education that "you are the slave of the family and should obey".

  When people begin to believe that they should be slaves by nature, they can continue to endure even if the life gets worse. At most, they look forward to a more gentle and benevolent master in the future.

  Interestingly, throughout the history of China and foreign countries, you will find that many slave uprisings are not led by slaves, but by reformers with certain social status or education, who have compassion for slaves, or ambitious people who want to use slaves to achieve their own king's purpose.

  Of course, not all slaves are ignorant and do not know how to resist, but such "rebellious" slaves really do not know how many years and how many people can come out of one, and eventually can start or even succeed, is countless.

  Yan Mo looked into those eyes and thought that this man might be the kind of rare leader who could still stick to his heart and persevere in the constant destruction.

  "All 4th rank warriors step forward."

  All 4th rank warriors took a step forward.

  Some of the warrior's markings were hidden and some were exposed, and the warrior's face, who aroused his interest, was not marked.

  In fact, Yan Mo thinks, it can only be seen from the signs that the tribe where the warriors belong is strong or not, at least their inheritance knowledge lets them know how to hide the warrior marks.

  "You, come out." Yan Mo pointed to the warrior.

  The warrior immediately took another step forward.

  "What's your name?"

  "No, Da-Ren!"

  Da-He reminded Yan Mo, "He's a war slave, and his previous name will be forcibly forgotten first unless you allow him to use it."

  Yan Mo nodded and looked at the warrior again. "Tell me your original name."

  "Shen-Gu."

  "Shen-Gu, you pick out a hundred men from the warriors behind you."

  Shen-Gu did not know what he meant, but he immediately turned to face the square.

  Da-He and Ding Ning Ding Fei also looked at Yan Mo puzzled.

  Yan Mo did not explain to anyone, but frowned and drank, "Hurry up!"

  Shen-Gu's eyes were deep, his mind turned, and with a wave of his hand, a hundred people stood in the square.

  Da-He saw that and his face became grave. The station slave ordered a hundred warriors in the ranks with only one wave of his hand, and there was no strange or scrambling or retreating expression on the faces of the remaining slave warriors, which showed how prestigious he was among the group of war slaves.

  "Are you the leader?" Da-He murmured.

  Shen-Gu did not answer his question, but silently walked up to Yan Mo and saluted him with his right fist.

  Yan Mo smiled. The man saw Da-He saluting him and learned to use it immediately.

  Da-He wants to separate Yan Mo from Shen-Gu, Yan Mo raises his hand, and Da-He stops.

  Shen-Gu saw this and looked more brightly at Yan Mo.

  "Shen-Gu, can you fish?"

  Shen-Gu shook his head.

  "Well, then, you take this hundred people along the river, across the hill there, and come back with some wild animals."

  Everyone looked at Yan Mo.

  Da-He disapproved. Although these slaves were trained, they only trained for half a year. What if they took the opportunity to run away?

  Ding Fei's idea is simple. He thinks it's already late at night and he can't see it at night. How do you even begin to hunt? For this reason, he was particularly surprised why Priest Da-Renhad given such an order.

  Shen-Gu did not say that it was not a good night to hunt prey, nor did he ask why, but saluted again, and turned around and shouted at the group, bringing the hundred people into four lines, so naked and barehanded to catch the beasts.

  "Wait!"

  Shen-Gu and the hundred slaves stopped immediately.

  Yan Mo shook his hand over his waistcoat and a large batch of wooden spears appeared on the ground.

  "Take these with you and catch at least fifty beasts, big or small, and go back quickly. Shen-Gu, remember, you can get hurt, you can't die, if you lack a person, you don't have to come back. If you haven't come back before daybreak, I'll send someone to chase you down. Go on!"

  The order was given to a slave who had just been traded. It was obviously weird, even to tell the other side that you could escape for a night.

  "Mo Da-Ren!" Da-He shouted softly.

  Yan Mo eyes flashed with a pin-knife look and Da-He shut up immediately.

  Shen-Gu stooped to pick up the spear on the ground and asked the team leader to distribute it, but instead of immediately letting the team move forward, he stood still and looked at Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo looked up. "Didn't you hear my orders?"

  Da-He and Ding Ning Ding Fei changed their looks and immediately ran to Yan Mo to protect him.

  All the slaves watched the scene, and some of them sweated in cold sweat, unknown whether they were nervous or afraid.

  The Yingluo Tribe, who were first separated, looked at the two brothers standing in front of each other as if they were waiting for their decision. The two brothers looked at each other, but they did not move.

  Shen-Gu feels the murder of the three Da-He men, but he doesn't care about them, even completely ignores them. He only sees the teenager named Mo Da-Ren.

  He looked into the teenager's eyes and asked himself again in his heart if he could put his fate and that of Tribesmen in his hands. Finally, he decided to believe in his first instinct.

  "Da-Ren, it's already night. Warriors won’t be able to see most things at night. Some people can't see anything at night."

  "So?"

  "We can't catch fifty beasts at night, and none of them will come back alive."

  "Oh."

  "We're not going to run away either."