I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Qi Wenchang didn't know if these women were considered as spoils of war, but it was obvious that if someone dared to lose control of his little things, Marshal Zhu would beat him to it.

Hearing Qi Wenchang's answer, Zhu Fugui heaved a sigh of relief.

How many Chinese women have been raped by foreigners in North China and Guangdong, Zhu Fugui does not mind a certain degree of blood revenge.

The problem is that an army that has no military discipline and no ideals, and really only relies on "robbing money, food, and women" may be able to win the world in the feudal era.

But in this day and age, the upper limit is still too low.

It's like after the rifle was invented, the Mongols became good at singing and dancing.

Even if they are equipped with guns, they are no longer opponents of farming civilization.

It's not that they've changed, it's that times have changed.

Personal prowess is far less important than discipline and obedience.

"Marshal, it's not just these foreign ladies, look here again..." Qi Wenchang pointed to another corner.

I saw a few six or seven-year-old boys, also covered in bruises, with their buttocks tied aside.

Hiss—Zhu Fugui gasped.

Speaking of which, this church should belong to the mainstream denomination in Citigroup - Puritan evangelicals.

Compared with Catholicism, evangelical churches are relatively smaller and more modest.

But now it seems that although the church is small and not so luxurious, it is still authentic, mellow and delicious, authentic, inherited in one continuous line, and the original intention remains the same.

"How should these people be dealt with?" Qi Wenchang asked cautiously.

Qi Wenchang thinks that he has seen all kinds of scenes when he travels all over the world, even Mr. Rabbit has seen some.

But he has never seen such a scene of raising rabbits in the monk's temple.

"Put these women and children in isolation first, and when the doctor from the hospital arrives, they will conduct a physical examination, especially to check if there are any problems such as flowers and willows."

Zhu Fugui paused, then continued, "If there is no problem, send the girls to the Jiaofang Division, and the boys...Qi Aiqing, it's time for your Jinyiwei North Town Fusi to start cultivating a group of absolutely loyal dead soldiers..."

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There is currently no Jiaofang Division in Xinfeng City.

But as humanists say, prostitution is one of the oldest occupations of mankind.

Even among chimpanzee communities, the exchange of food for XO is widespread.

This kind of thing is very difficult to prohibit.

Moreover, with the arrival of the second and third phases of Chinese workers, the ratio of men to women in Xinfeng City has also become unbalanced.

Too many single men are definitely a major social security risk.

The only way to avoid involution is to plunder abroad.

And it may be a kind of salvation for them to enroll these tortured women into the state-run church department chartered by the imperial power.

Regardless of whether it is redemption or not, Daming did not come to America to be a master of the sky for the lower-level white people. To be a prisoner, one must have the consciousness of being a prisoner.

Zhu Fugui would not sympathize with them.

As for those little boys, in principle, Daming would not admit white males for naturalization.

However, Zhu Fugui decided to stay with this kind of child who suffers from great hatred and is extremely easy to be completely brainwashed.

After all, Midi of the later generations also knows how to raise some bananas, so Zhu Fugui naturally needs some white chess pieces.

The loyalty of these warriors cultivated from childhood must be much more reliable than that of Tang Sangui.

Even as spies, being white made it easier for them to complete their tasks.

In short, apart from the women and children, none of the young, strong, old and weak Ming were left behind.

Of course, Zhu Fugui isn't that perverted yet, it's still impossible and not cost-effective to just dig and bury all the pits.

Early the next morning, Donald arrived in Bremerton on the third transport ship modified by the Daming Navy.

In the charred ruins of the foreign monk temple, Zhu Fugui met him.

Donald was so shocked by what he saw and heard along the way, as well as the battle report copied to him by Daming, that he was speechless.

With the fighting power shown by the Ming Army in this battle, Donald believed that, at least in the short term, the federal government would not be able to send sufficient restrictive military forces to the western region.

Donald didn't have the perspective of God. He didn't know that just two years later, the Confederate government was quickly wiped out by the Northern government because of the abandonment of the British.

According to the thinking of most Americans today, the north is strong, but the south has a big brother, and the confrontation between the north and the south should continue to be [-]-[-] for a long time.

In other words, Donald has to work harder to gain Zhu Fugui's trust, even without considering the fact that his wife and daughter are being taken hostage and his indecent photos are being threatened.

When he saw Zhu Fugui with his legs crossed, drinking his morning tea leisurely in the ruins, he trotted all the way over and almost fell to his knees and kissed Zhu Fugui's boots:

"Oh, my dear Sleepy God, if you want to punish these disrespectful guys, why don't you tell your loyal Sangui? Our Prash's mine guard team can also help, you know Joe is called For the sleeping gun god..."

Zhu Fugui looked at the fat man's chubby face with a half-smile: "Sangui, my dear friend, don't meddle in such a dangerous thing as war, let's talk about the business you are more familiar with."

"Business? Are you referring to the seized supplies? I have sales channels!" Donald said hastily.

"No, no, food and weapons are also needed. Our Ming Dynasty needs these, and we are not going to sell them."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Population!"

Zhu Fugui took it for granted, "Isn't the slave business the business you are most familiar with? I plan to sell white slaves to you, so let's calculate the money according to the current market price of black slaves."

Donald was about to cry when he heard it, and said, "Sleepy Lord, we don't need so many people in the mining area, and I don't have that much money. If I report it to the head office...it's not appropriate..."

Zhu Fugui shook his head and said: "Of course I can't contact the head office. I sold these white slaves that I managed to capture to Sangui, not to the railway company."

"But...but I really don't have that much money!" Donald said tremblingly.

Slaves are much more expensive than indentured workers these days.

Contract workers can earn one or two hundred dollars a year, which is already a very high salary.

And the price of a slave is as high as one or two thousand dollars!

Although theoretically slaves can be killed and beaten at will, who would kill slaves bought for one or two thousand dollars (equivalent to RMB 40 or [-] today) for no reason!

How capricious the money is, just ignore it.

But Donald obviously couldn't afford to buy this group of nearly a thousand white slaves.

Zhu Fugui smiled and said: "This is easy to handle, we can pay in installments, use their output in the mine to pay off the debt, if the person dies, the debt will be wiped off, and Sangui will never let you suffer, what do you think? "

Chapter 109 Difficulties in Population Transportation

Having said that, Donald finally reacted.

How could this be raising white slaves by myself!

It was clear that Sleepy God wanted to raise white slaves who dug coal, and he was just a white glove to avoid the royal family's involvement in the slave trade and tarnish their reputation.

And listening to the tone, this Lord Wanshui is planning to use these white slaves to death according to the usage of Hua Gong in the past...

If I'm not mistaken, there seem to be several priests and gentlemen here, right?

Will they dig coal?

Shouldn't it be dead in the first year?

But what does this have to do with me, Tang Sangui?

The big deal is that the federal government will free up its hands to counterattack and reckon in the future, and it will be fine for me to flee to the sea with my precious heart of Daji. This is a sure-fire deal!

After thinking about this, Donald quickly patted his chest and said that the Jews are the best at raising slaves. They have a history of thousands of years. They have raised black slaves and white slaves, and even served as slaves for the Egyptians themselves. At the same time have the resume of Party A and Party B.

In short, old experience!

And he, Tang Sangui, a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, must carry forward the traditions of his ancestors, raise the white slaves for the son of the Ming Dynasty, control the white slaves, and use them to death!

Zhu Fugui smiled and said: "Sangui, behave well, King Pingxi will be yours sooner or later!"

"Did you know that back then there was a group of people also in the west of the emperor, who helped the emperor raise horses, and later became the kings of the west. If you raise white slaves well, you will have a bright future in the future!"

Of course, Zhu Fugui didn't say a word, that is, if you really want to learn from the old Qin people, I will be the first one to chug you!

This is not what Zhu Fugui thought about casually.

He really has plans.

When the Daming Navy returns to the court from the waterway squadron, it will take over Plash's defense.

Presumably Donald will not have much opinion.

After all, his supporting mine team is now incapable of even dealing with Chinese miners.

If it weren't for the fact that the Chinese are living a good life now and no one is causing trouble, otherwise Donald would have committed suicide with ten bullets in his back with the help of the sleeping spear guard.

Not long after Donald arrived, the senior Xiongfengshan took charge in person and also brought a medical team.

Being led by veteran comrades always makes people feel at ease.

Especially the little patient with a broken nose, yelling that Director Xiong had to get the bone grafted, so Zhu Fugui sighed silently.

In fact, the best bone setting technique in the medical team is none other than the youngest Li Fuming!

At least he studied medicine for 6 months!

Xiongfeng Mountain has only been studied for 2 months, and the elderly can learn knowledge faster than young people!

Shaking his head, as long as there are no obvious sequelae, Zhu Fugui doesn't bother to take care of it.

The Imperial Army of the Ming Dynasty has not yet set up a dedicated military doctor.

After these doctors have treated the wounded, they still need to conduct a preliminary physical examination on the prisoners.

The main thing is to prevent infectious diseases. Infectious diseases do not talk about politics, and they will engage in indiscriminate attacks.

However, the doctor's treatment method can talk about politics.

When soldiers of the Ming Dynasty fell ill, they could be treated carefully, hospitalized for a comprehensive physical examination, and targeted medication.

And if these white people have infectious diseases, they can only be culled on the spot.

After all, even veterinary antibiotics are extremely precious strategic materials nowadays, and it is not their turn to consume them.

It is not convenient to use non-military doctors.

For example, it is impossible to implement immediate rescue while fighting.

Or, in an emergency, military orders and laws cannot be used to force doctors to risk their lives to save lives.

However, at present, Daming's army has a total of more than 1000 people. It is not a big problem to temporarily recruit people from the hospital to help.

When it comes to expanding the army, Zhu Fugui is also a bit overwhelmed.

Now it can be regarded as officially becoming an endless situation with the Citigroup gang, and it is necessary to increase and expand the military.

But the problem is that the number of troops is closely related to the population base.

At present, the population of Daming is only over 4000, but there are 1000 troops, a ratio of 4 to 1.

Even North Korea, which adopted the Songun policy in later generations, barely reached this ratio when all kinds of paramilitary personnel were counted. If only the regular army was counted, it was only 22 to 1.

Of course, this has a lot to do with Daming's current spindle-shaped population structure.

When the first baby boom arrives next year, this ratio will change significantly.

But in any case, it is absolutely impossible to extract military power from the existing population.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui's only choice is to intensify efforts to continue emigrating.

However, the death rate of Chinese laborers transported by piggies was too high.

No matter how hard-hearted Zhu Fugui was, he couldn't accept the death rate of nearly 10% for a long time.

This means that if Zhu Fugui wants to fight Citigroup and needs 500 million Chinese immigrants, 50 people will die in the Pacific Ocean.

In fact, although the Pacific Ocean seems to have a longer route than the Atlantic Ocean, the wind and waves along the way are much smaller, which can be seen from the name "Taiping".

So such a high death rate is completely caused by the white sailors not treating the Chinese as human beings.

If you want to break the situation, you must develop Ming Dynasty's own ocean transportation, and emigrate without using human hands.

But how difficult it is to achieve this!