wild trail

Chapter 227 Slaves
Wang Lang's treatment of prisoners of war was simple and rough. For these enemies, he had no patience to teach them like a saint. In his eyes, these people were just tools for work.

Once again repelling the enemy's attack, this made Wang Lang's prestige reach its peak. The people in Yanbu were full of self-confidence, as if there was no enemy in this world who could compete with his tribe.

Two days later, after burying the dead soldiers, Wang Lang led the army and escorted a large number of captives back.

This group of naked slaves, with their hands tied, was staggering forward under the driving of the whip.

As long as the slaves in their hands fell down, they would be whipped a few times by the soldiers around them. Those who could stand up immediately were fine, but those who couldn't stand up were greeted with sharp spears piercing their chests.

During the two-day journey, more than a dozen corpses were left on this road full of blood and tears.

The team from the expedition came back with a big victory, and the Yan Village suddenly became lively.

That night, the tribe reveled all night to celebrate the victory of the expedition.

The next day, Wang Lang sent workers to find an open space and ordered them to dig a lot of earth pits here. This place will become a prison in the future to hold these prisoners of war who came back alive.

At this moment, these prisoners of war gathered outside the fence tremblingly. After seeing the tall fence, they realized that they were fighting against some kind of opponent.

Facing such a powerful tribe, the captives had no intention of resisting at all, and sat on the ground like walking dead, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them.

The battle was won so cleanly, Wang Lang was in a good mood.

Although this battle delayed the original plan for a while, with such slaves, the future road construction plan can be accelerated a lot.

Wang Lang went to the smelting camp to check the production of tools.

During this period of time, a large number of bronze tools were produced, and Wang Lang was very satisfied with the piles of golden tools. With these tools, work can start tomorrow.

However, there are so many prisoners in this group, and they are all put together, which poses a great security risk.

After dealing with some chores of the tribe, Wang Lang ordered the group of captives to be broken up and assigned to guard them separately.

"Boss, what do these slaves eat? If you don't give them food, these people will starve to death soon. Dead slaves are of no use to us!" Bark said worriedly.

"Chop up the weeds, add a small amount of corn, and cook them for him to eat. As long as they don't starve to death, use bark if we don't have enough weeds." Wang Lang said slowly.

"Will this work? Will it eat them to death?" Bark worried.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with that. These things can only keep them alive, but they can't grow much strength. This is also convenient for us to take care of."

Bark nodded, and said, "Then I'll give you an order, and I'll do it this way."

Wang Lang nodded a little hungry, and said, "Let's start building the road tomorrow. Now that we have so many slaves, it would be too wasteful not to use them."

Bark laughed and said, "We can finally relax this time!"

After the two chatted for a while, Bark turned and left, and ordered the women to prepare food for the slaves according to Wang Lang's method.

After the food was ready, Bark tasted it curiously, and spit out the food all at once. The weird smell made his stomach churn, as disgusting as it could be.

"Boss Lin, is this food really going to be given to those slaves?" asked a woman who was in charge of cooking.

Bark nodded and said: "This is what the leader meant. You must remember from now on that these are slaves, not human beings."

The women nodded blankly. For them, this group of slaves was too miserable. Compared with them, they seemed to be living in heaven.

When buckets of food with strange smells were brought to the slave camp, the group of slaves, whose eyes had turned green from hunger, rushed over at once.

But what followed was a brutal beating.

The group of pale-faced slaves fell silent after two soldiers told of a bloody slave who had been whipped and hung aside.

In the eyes of the salt tribesmen, these foods are like garbage, but in the mouths of these starving slaves, they are the best food in the world.

After solving the problem of slave food, on the second day, Wang Lang arranged for Kongyi to take away more than 50 slaves and drive a deer cart to the copper mine to establish a new stronghold.

Looking at these extremely weak slaves, Wang Lang knew that if he didn't show mercy, these people might all die of exhaustion in the mine.

But for now, using slaves is the most cost-effective thing, and Wang Lang has no plans to abolish slavery.

After Kong Yi left, the remaining soldiers escorted the rest of the slaves to the forest. The task of these soldiers in the future was to serve as supervisors and take care of the work of these slaves.

When he came to the edge of the forest, Wang Lang looked in the direction and said to Lin Huo: "Let's start building from here. The road doesn't need to be wide, as long as it can pass two cars."

"This job can't be done in a day or two. I'm afraid it will take a while." Lin Huo said looking at the deep jungle.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "What are you worried about? It's not about letting people do the work themselves. Aren't there such people?"

Lin Huo suddenly said: "I forgot about them, hehe, it's good to have slaves, and I don't have to do anything myself."

"I'll leave it to you here. It's enough to build the road up to the fruit forest. I'll take other people to build the road leading to the tin mine." Wang Lang said.

"Don't worry, I remember this route, there won't be any problems." Lin Huo assured, patting his chest with great confidence.

Wang Lang gave a few more instructions, and then led another hundred slaves towards the south.

After arriving at the destination, Wang Lang immediately ordered people to set up camp here. In two days, a simple wooden fence was built.

With the camp and no worries, driven by Wang Lang, this group of slaves ushered in their miserable life.

The soldiers made shackles with ropes, and bound the hands and feet of these people before they dared to distribute tools to them.

"Listen well, take these tools and start working. If anyone runs away or destroys the tools, the only thing waiting for you is death!" Bark said coldly.

The soldiers didn't care that the slaves didn't understand, and waved their whips to drive the group of people towards the forest.

Looking at the ferocious soldiers around them, the slaves bit the bullet and walked into the jungle, clumsily chopping down big trees with the tools in their hands.

(End of this chapter)