The Demonic Crown Prince

Wang Dahai left, but left behind 100,000 taels of silver and 305 fighting slaves.

A group of fighting slaves slept in the square all night. Although the night was cool, mosquitoes were biting, and the future was uncertain, they had long been used to living a precarious life and had gotten used to it.

The next morning, they were all woken up.

They thought their end had finally come, because what they did last night was assassinate a prince.

In particular, when various white flour buns, rice porridge, and salted dried meat were served together early in the morning, they became even more convinced that this was their last meal before they were to die.

But they had seen so much life and death that they no longer cared.

Everyone ate to their heart's content, just waiting to be shot to death by arrows or beheaded after they finished eating.

Surprisingly, after the meal, they were gathered together, and then the prince they had been trying to assassinate the night before actually appeared in front of them.

A group of fighting slaves looked at Li Yuan, each with fear in their eyes.

Yes, that was real fear.

Last night, Li Yuan carried an iron fence and ran over them like a chariot, creating a blank alley between them. Wherever he went, even the strongest and most powerful people were sent flying.

I couldn't see him very clearly last night, but now I see that he's just a tall, thin, fair-skinned, elegant, and handsome scholar.

But this scholar-like man defeated them all with his bare hands?

Deep down, he seemed to harbor an inexhaustible and violent power!

The contrast between the two was so stark that, while they were filled with fear, they could hardly believe their eyes!

"Are you all full?" Li Yuan asked with a hearty laugh as he stood in front of them.

No one spoke. All the fighting slaves stared at him with bloodshot eyes, but the fierce light in their eyes had disappeared, replaced only by dejection and fear.

Even the most fearless person will inevitably feel depressed and down when they know they are about to die.

"Just kill us or torture us, stop dawdling. There's no point in torturing us living dead!"

At that moment, a hoarse voice rang out from the silent crowd.

Li Yuan looked over and saw that it was Scar Three, the man with a scar on his face.

"Scarface Three, step forward!" Li Yuan shouted.

The slave boy named Scarface San stepped forward and stood in front of Li Yuan.

When Li Yuan got closer, he realized, wow, this guy is really tall, over 190 cm, half a head taller than him.

"Do you think you're definitely going to die?" Li Yuan asked.

"If I assassinated the prince, would I still be alive?" Scarface asked in a muffled voice.

"If someone has ulterior motives, of course they cannot live."

I am not so good-tempered; I believe in repaying kindness tenfold and avenging wrongs a hundredfold.

However, you killed me not of your own volition, but under duress. While you should be executed according to reason, you are forgivable in spirit.

Li Yuan said.

Scarface was stunned, looking at Li Yuan with disbelief in his eyes.

Not only him, but all the other fighting slaves had the same look in their eyes.

"To put it bluntly, I want to keep you here, to make you members of this army, to follow me to my fiefdom, and to do great things!"

Furthermore, you will form a separate unit, named after me, the Yuan Battalion. From now on, you will be my strongest elite force. I will provide you with the best weapons and equipment, the highest food standards, and the highest military pay. Moreover, my security and defense will be entirely entrusted to you; you will be responsible for protecting me!

how?"

Li Yuanzhang shouted.

There's no need to beat around the bush with these people; being straightforward is the most effective approach!

"What? We're going to kill you, but you want us to stay and serve as soldiers, and even protect you?"

Scarface's eyes were practically frozen in place; not only him, but all the fighting slaves had the same look in their eyes.

is it possible?

"I believe that none of you were ever like this before. You were also flesh-and-blood, loyal and steadfast warriors."

However, you have been treated unfairly. Some people want to make money off you, and they don't treat you as human beings, but as fighting beasts.

However, from this moment on, I will let you know that each of you is still a human being, a person with flesh and blood and feelings. Each of you has regained true freedom, and you will receive everything you deserve, whether it is the guarantee of your livelihood, your dignity as a human being, or especially the honor of a soldier.

You used to fight just to live one more day; your battles were meaningless.

You are fighting for dignity and honor. Even if you die, your names will be engraved on the stone tablets in the Martyrs' Park, to be commemorated and admired by future generations!

If possible, you will become my warriors, Li Yuan, the King of Qin, right now. We will ride across mountains and rivers, drink the strongest wine, tread on uneven roads, cut off the heads of our enemies, and achieve unparalleled feats!

"So, I'm asking you, are you willing or not?"

Li Yuan practically roared these words out.

Not only were the warriors around him fired up, but even the slaves who had once given up hope and lived day by day had their eyes light up again.

"Give us freedom? Let us rejoin the army? Let us truly become human beings with flesh and blood?"

Your Highness, is what you're saying true?

Scarface muttered to himself, a look of disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

"Scarface Three, tell me, who were you before?" Li Yuan asked.

"I used to..." Scarface's eyes filled with pain. He clutched his head, shaking it desperately. "I don't want to talk about the past, I don't want to remember!"

"Humans must have memories. A person without memories is a person without flesh and blood. Only memories can give a person emotions."

So, if you want to start anew, you must tell me who you used to be and what you've been through...

Li Yuan reached out and pressed his shoulder, asking slowly.

"No, no, I don't want to remember, I don't want to..."

Scarface shook his head and roared wildly, his eyes filled with pain!

Suddenly, a jar of wine was placed in front of him and handed to him.

"You have stories, I have wine. Drink it, pour out all your pain and trauma today, and then, become a different you again!"

Li Yuan slammed the wine jar onto Scarface San's chest.

Scarface held the wine jar, stared blankly at Li Yuan for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head back and began to gulp it down.

The wine spilled onto his face, mixing with his tears, making it impossible to distinguish between the wine and the tears.

"I used to be a banner bearer in the Northern Border Army's Banner Guard Battalion. My name was Zhao Qinghuai. I had a wife and two children."

As a result, one day I went to the front line to fight the Northern Di people. When I returned, I found that my wife had been brutally violated and my children had been killed. It turned out that a general in the army had long taken a liking to my wife, and it was all his doing.

Before I could even seek revenge, he colluded with my superiors to frame me for failing to hold the banner properly, causing it to fall and resulting in my imprisonment. Then, he sold me to Black Wind Horn, where I survived by boxing…

If I survive, I must chop them all up piece by piece and feed them to the dogs!!!

Scarface roared to the sky, his heart and lungs aching with pain!