"Five hundred?" The officials gasped and looked at the big man.
"Well." The big man nodded faintly and said, "it's said that there are more than 500 people, but since we have sent out so many people this time, we must do everything we can to kill them and not stay."
The officials nodded, but they were still at a loss.
These 500 people are certainly not officers and soldiers, but the dead men they feed.
There were more than ten people present, and even if there were 50 dead men each, there was absolutely no problem.
But is it really necessary?
But since the LORD said so, of course they would.
"How to do it, you can discuss it by yourself. I just want the result and don't ask about the process."
After finishing this sentence, the great man got up and turned into the back hall with his hands on his back.
All the officials were surprised to see the figure of the big man leaving. No one spoke for a moment.
It was a long time before they took their eyes back.
"What to do?"
"What to do?"
"What shall we do if you leave this matter to us?"
"At your command, of course."
"Nonsense, of course, it's to do as your adult tells you, but how do you do it?"
"How do I know?" The man didn't have a good airway.
"But my Lord, let us consult ourselves."
"Let's talk about it. Let's talk about it. Let's work together." Someone said lightly.
His words immediately aroused the discontent of the officials.
"Please tell me your opinion. We are all ears."
"Ha ha." The man laughed, as if he didn't listen to the sarcasm in the voice of the outstanding person. "I don't have any high opinion, but I don't think it's as complicated as you think."
"It's not complicated, then you can say a simple way!" Someone said sarcastically again.
"The LORD said that 500 people would be sent out, so we should prepare 500 people." Said the man.
"Five hundred? Do you really stand up and talk without backache? Can you afford 500 people? "
The speaker was the official who had sent all the dead last time.
There was no place for him to vent his anger. He was very angry when he heard the official speak in a cool tone.
We should know that it is not easy to feed the dead. We have to spend a lot of energy, financial resources, material resources and human resources.
If they didn't want to achieve great things, they would not have spent such a lot of money.
And the number of dead men in each of their families was only a few dozen.
In the last battle, all the dead men he sent out were dead, and his heart ached to bleed when he remembered it.
"I can't afford 500 people, but we have so many people, and each family has an average of 50 people. Is that all right?" Said the man.
"Last time, brother Chen and I had a hundred men, but they were all destroyed. This time we can't do anything. Now it's your turn to use your strength." First one said.
The man nodded and looked at an official nearby.
"Well, I'll send out sixty people. Brother Feng, how about you?"
The official surnamed Feng bit his teeth and said, "I have sixty people."
This is the limit of the number of people he can make.
"What about Mr. Liu?" The man looked at another official.
"I I can't go that far. There are only 27 at most. " Said the official, surnamed Liu, with almost all his strength.
"It's not easy for Liu to be twenty-seven people. Let's have 27 people." The man nodded again.
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