C178 Where to cut

Li Zi Cheng's cavalry team left quickly and came back quickly.

When Xiao Wen Ming agreed to the principle of not wasting anything and finished the last mouthful of the soup on the table, Li Zi Cheng cut off the heads of the escaping policemen and brought them back.

"Seven, not a single one is missing." Li Zi Cheng looked at Xiao Wen and threw his head in front of him proudly.

However, Xiao Wen, who was used to seeing corpses, still had his head taken away.

After all, he had just finished his meal and was already looking at the bloody head.

"Sir, would you like some tea?" Wan-Er noticed that Xiao Wen didn't seem to be feeling well, so he walked over timidly and asked.

Xiao Wen was stunned for a moment before he nodded his head.

Ah! Although Guan Yu, Sun Shangxiang and the others had their own merits, only Wan'er was able to be intimate with the small cotton-padded jacket.

He also didn't know why that bastard Shangguan Tinzhi would be so lucky as to give birth to such a little angel.

Drinking the tea that Wan'er handed to him, Xiao Wen was also thinking about how great it would be if he could have a daughter like Wan'er in the future!

Of course, if he gave birth to a naughty kid like Sun Shangxiang, things would get troublesome.

"That's not right!" Although I'm a noble of the big man, I'm single now. What do I want to do with all this? "

Thinking of this, Xiao Wen suddenly realized that he hadn't met a woman he liked in the clouds.

However, thinking about it made sense.

After all, Yunzhong County was located in the north, and it was the bridgehead of the Han Empire facing its enemies in the north. There was a saying, "When will you send Feng Tang out in the middle of the festive cloud?"

To be able to stand guard in such an important place like the clouds, as long as there weren't big problems that arose in the same way as Heshen, feudal dukedom was fated to be a matter of life and death.

However, the place in the clouds was filled with valiant folk style. As the saying goes, one person nurtures another. Women who grew up in such valiant places would naturally have broad shoulders and a bulky waist, with the appearance of having excessive male hormones.

So far, the beauties that had appeared in the Cloud County were mostly outsiders.

Just like his sister-in-law, she was from a small country in the southern part of the Song Kingdom called the Southern Tang. Like Meng Da Wan'er, she was from the Tang Dynasty. Sun Shangxiang, that girl, was also from Donghu County, in the southeast.

As for the concubines of the former Grand Concubine He, and the present Grand Concubine Li's concubine, they all looked pretty good. However, none of them were born and raised in the Cloud Central County.

"So to find a wife, I have to go somewhere else!" "After all, I'm not a Cao, so I might as well forget about being a wife."

Although the Han Dynasty encouraged fertility for the sake of population. A widowed woman at home would have to pay a large sum of money if she did not remarry. Although Xiao Wen's family had been in dire straits because of him, it might not be the same as Zhou Xian's family.

In this kind of environment, being a good person and wife wasn't really anything strange. As long as her husband was dead, it was no big deal as long as he was a widow.

However, Xiao Wen was someone who had once threatened to find a wife in the kindergarten next door to the school when he was in university, even though what he said at that time was a joke. However, he still preferred to look for girls.

Even without the lolis and young girls, the oneesan was still not too bad. But the mature woman's words were still lacking in respect and gratitude.

After drinking the tea, Xiao Wen only felt that the light fragrance of the tea had instantly suppressed his squirming stomach. The feeling of nausea vanished like smoke in thin air.

He watched as the guards, armed with knives and shovels, went out to mend the undead Manchukuo, then to bury the bodies of them and those who had died, thus delaying the discovery of the others.

Thus, he walked to the other side of the fortification area, where the captives were placed.

There were a total of eight prisoners who surrendered to Xiao Wen. Because they were captives, they were not as barbaric and valiant as the ordinary Tines.

On the contrary, Xiao Wen could see that they were either fat and simple, or were extremely sharp and smart. He could see that they were filled with fear.

"Mm, this mentality is pretty good. After all, prisoners should live in fear. "If one day you get too courageous, it will be bad if you think of running away." Xiao Wen thought.

He did not kill all the prisoners. Because in the Huns, the slave trade was legal — although in a country where there was almost no legal constraint, there was nothing illegal about it.

On the other hand, if Xiao Wen sold his slaves in Dragon City, he would be able to earn quite a bit of extra money – after all, no one would complain about having too much money. On the other hand, Xiao Wen could also use the hands of the Huns to kill the Manchus.

After all, by grazing on their own pasture, these Manchu barbarians were invading the interests of the Huns.

The Huns, on the other hand, did not treat slaves as they had treated the Tibetan serfs in the old society, even though they treated them as if they were human beings.

However, while bearing the burden of a large amount of manual labor, they would also be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. Or if they were killed by their masters because their jobs were not up to standard, their skulls would be turned into wine cups.

As a punishment for the entire Manchu tribe, Xiao Wen felt that selling them to the Huns was not bad.

Not to mention that the Tibetan Plateau didn't border with the Han. If he wanted to sell it to those ferocious Tibetan people, he would have to cross over a Tang Country.

Xiao Wen was too lazy to spend his time on a business trip to the poor Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for the sake of a few slaves. Therefore, selling it to the Huns was also a good choice.

However, when Xiao Wen looked at these captives, whose heads were as bald as an egg with only one piece of copper coin on the back of their heads and long braids resembling pig tails, he felt that there were two things he needed to do.

He said to the captives, "Listen to me, you are my captives now. If he wanted to live, then he would have to listen obediently. As long as you don't resist and obey my orders, I won't casually torture you to death. "

Hearing this, the expressions of the policemen relaxed a little.

The Manchu constables who lived on the plains and in the black waters of the mountains, where the strong ruled, knew that once they were captured, they would face the same fate as their former slaves.

Even though this kind of life was no longer as luxurious as it used to be. But at the very least, it could let them live.

Even though the people of the prairie all took the battle as their good fortune, and the disease and death were unknown. But at the very least, these guys were able to surrender to Xiao Wen, which proved that they all believed in the notion of living rather than dying, didn't it?

When they heard Xiao Wen's words, they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and silently accept their fate.

In fact, if Xiao Wen hadn't spoken to them as if they were his slaves, instead, he had kindly promised them that as long as they worked for three years, they would be freed. Instead, they would have suspected that Xiao Wen had some conspiracy.

Of course, if Xiao Wen had already established a sweatshop in the Darkhan Kingdom that would be like the British Empire, where the workers would go to work for less than three years, perhaps he would really be so merciful.

After adjudicating the status of these slaves, Xiao Wen immediately went on to the second matter.

He took out a pair of scissors and walked in front of the slaves, revealing a cold smile.

"Where should I cut it?" Like an evil spirit, Xiao Wen looked at the Tarantula and muttered.