Chapter 244: Future Regiments Leaders (1/2)
Yan Mo nodded and motioned Shen-Gu and the 100 slaves to return, but the spears were not returned.
Many of the 100 people held their spears tightly, but they did not act rashly.
When Shen-Gu saw the teenagers ordered them to return to the team, he was relieved. One hundred people, except the leader, once they got into the square, who remembered who they were? If teenagers want to punish them, they will not be allowed to return.
Yan Mo also returned the Yingluo people to the square and other slaves, and then looked around at all the slaves.
Fortunately, all the other slaves and the weak ones were blue with cold. It began to rain so heavily at noon. If he did not buy all the slaves in the market, at least dozens of them would die of illness, fever and wound infection in the future, or even more.
If there were no Guide, he would buy slaves and do what he could with good health. He would not find himself a burden. But who told him to reduce SCUM VALUE?
He didn't intend to buy so many slaves at the fair. They could only exchange red salt for cloth. The Jiu Yuan had previously traded large quantities of red salt with The Moer-Gan. Although there were not many red salts as goods, he wanted to sell them hungrily and deliberately create precious, not precious, red salt. The impression that it's easy to refine and not very productive is that today...
He can't just buy sick and injured. Isn't that a problem? After discussing with Yuan Zhan, he simply bought all the slaves in the market, none left. Anyway, their behavior is enough to make eye contact, and it doesn't matter if they make eye contact again.
Damn The Banish Guide!
Nevertheless, he did not consider it well beforehand. Even though he knew that the primitive society could sell people as goods in the market, he neglected the facts he would see.
The slaves were so quiet that even the young children dared not make a noise.
Yan Mo was not afraid of being heard by others beside them. When all eyes were focused on him, he amplified his voice and said, ”Now, I give all of you a choice to leave or follow me.”
No one spoke, and the slaves did not respond at all.
Yan Mo eyebrows, ”I will let the Moer-Gan keep their promise that before the end of the market, as long as you are within the hunting range of the Moer-Gan hunt, you will not be pursued until you leave their territory, and then whether you can escape or survive depends on you.”
Da-He sighed in his heart that their Juvenile Priest was so kind and kind.
Ding Ning Ding Fei's eyes were shining. They were proud of the Priest and felt that Priest Da-Ren was losing money in doing so.
The Yingluo people looked at the two brothers in the team.
The other slaves also looked at the prestigious leaders among them.
Shen-Gu looked motionless and did not shake his eyes at all.
The roar of the wind by the river, the sound of someone's breathing, but no one's whispering, but everyone like after a conversation, eyes interlaced, and finally returned to silence.
Yan Mo pulled pieces of fur out of his pocket and soon piled up a large pile on the ground.
”Take a piece of this fur from those who leave, lest you freeze to death on the way. Sick and injured people can come and get medicine, but it's up to you to see if you can survive. Food and weapons, I won't prepare them for you, we don't have so many things. It's yours who have already got it.”
The slaves were shocked. Just now they thought that the boy was cheating them because they believed that the boy was just like the slave who trained them before, pretending to let them go first, but when someone really wanted to go, they would kill the person who wanted to go by extremely cruel means.
But now... When the slaves said they were going to let them go, did they not say that they had to be wrapped up in cold-proof fur and weapons, or even give them herbs to treat their illness and injuries?
”Rest assured, if I say let you go, I will not catch you or kill you. I'm telling the truth. I can swear to my ancestors with my soul.” Yan Mo raised his hand when he saw nobody moving.
Da-He couldn't help whispering, ”Da-Ren!”
Ding Fei immediately scolded, ”Mo Da-Ren said he is going to let you go, which is to let you go! We don't want people who are reluctant to do so. Do we think the Jiu Yuan wants you? Do you think you'll be slaves in The Jiu Yuan later? You guys are just going to have a good time. We're the Jiu Yuan...”
”Ding Fei! Shut up!” Da-He dared not say that Yan Mo was not, so Ding Fei was so impatient that he immediately scolded him.
Ding Fei pouted like a child, and Ding Ning patted him on the head.
”Is there really nobody going? If you give up this opportunity, I will think that if you want to be loyal to me and Jiu Yuan, and if you are going to run away after this chance pass, the Jiu Yuan will treat your actions as betrayal and punish you, and serious people will die. Let me ask for the last time, is there anybody going? Leave at once!”
Night came to an end and Ding Ning lit some torches.
The light of the torch shone on the faces of the slaves, and many of them could see their throats agitating. They were making one.
”Ding Fei! Shut up! Da-He dared not say that Yan Mo was not, so Ding Fei was so impatient that he immediately scolded him.
Ding Fei pouted like a child, and Ding Ning patted him on the head.
”Is there really nobody going? If you give up this opportunity, I will think that if you want to be loyal to me and the Jiu Yuan, and if you are going to run away, the Jiu Yuan will treat your actions as betrayal and punish you, and serious people will die. Let me ask for the last time, is there anybody going? Let's go at once!”
Night came to the end and Ding Ning lit some torches.
The light of the torch shone on the faces of the slaves, and many of them were inspired by their throats. They were making a difficult decision.
Shen-Gu took a step forward.
Everyone looked at him.
Shen-Gu stepped up to Yan Mo and inserts a wooden spear into the ground. Meanwhile, Da-He instantly erects an earth shield in front of Yan Mo.
When Shen-Gu saw the shield, he paused, stooped slowly, picked up a piece of fur from the ground and wrapped it around his waist. Then he straightened up and looked at the teenager. His expression seemed a little embarrassed and confused.
Yan Mo burst out laughing, pulled out a large bundle of hemp rope from his pocket and threw it on the ground. ”Use it as a belt.”
Shen-Gu pulled at the hemp rope and found it strong. He pulled out his wooden spear, strung it on the rope with the tip of the spear, and then pulled the rope hard.
Shen-Gu took hemp rope as his belt, tied up his skirt, bent over and hugged a large pile of fur, and went to the non-slave crowd.
Yan Mo, with his hands on the shield, watched with interest what Shen-Gu wanted to do.
Other slaves seem to be waiting for Shen-Gu's choice. Does none of them really want to be free to leave? Of course not. They just dare not!
Shen-Gu put the fur in front of a group of Non-war slaves and called a person's name: ”Zang Na, this is a gift from Da-Ren, to everyone.”
A middle-aged man named Zang Na limped out of the crowd. He seemed to want to say something, but he held back.
”Zang, I'm going to follow that Da-Ren. What about you?”
Zang Na looked at him, then at Yan Mo secretly, and said in a very low voice, ”Have you decided?”
”Okay.”
Zang Na bowed his head, later raised, ”We are like you, where you go, where we go.”
”Good.”
After a brief conversation, Zang Na handed out the fur to women and children.
No one came up to grab it. He wondered if it's because of they are not daring or something else.
Shen-Gu retired to the slave camp and left his wooden spear in front of Yan Mo.
Suddenly, a man with unusually strong body and exuberant hair came out of the square. He was thin, but his muscles were still stronger than others. He was almost the same as Yuan Zhan before. His face was covered by his big beard.
His beardless cheeks showed tattoos, only 3rd Rank, but his momentum was no less than that of a 4th Rank warrior standing in the front row. He walked up to Yan Mo as well.
Yan Mo looked up at him because he was much taller than him.
”Da-da!” The man looked down at him, slowly bent down one leg, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and smashed his hands into fists on the ground.
Yan Mo knew that the man was submitting to him, even if it's only on the surface. He sees the man kneeling still and had to reach out and pat him on the shoulder.
The man stood up and shouted loudly.
Yan Mo, ”...” Would you be frightened?
”Da-da is your name?”
The man nodded slowly, swung up his fur buttocks with Yan Mo on his back, stooped down and picked up the remaining fur, and strode toward the non-war slaves.
Da-da shouted at the slaves, and a group of slaves crowded at the back shouted and ran up from behind.
Da-da gave the fur to a group of people who looked like his Tribesmen. When he saw that the one coming wasn't his Tribesmen who wanted to come up and get the fur, he slapped them aside.
Da-da did not return to the square after he had finished his hair. He walked to Da-He, learned how Da-He stood, and he too took a stop to the right of Yan Mo.