Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

Jackal's various heartbeats eventually became unacceptable as his three views exploded.

He understands that this is a cultural difference.

Therefore, these people need to be educated, and only after being educated can they be absorbed, otherwise big things will happen.

But, he was also very excited at the same time. If the essence could be taken and the dross removed, it would be a great benefit to the Han army.

But in the end, Jackal sighed and ordered that these merchants be temporarily detained. At dawn tomorrow, after the reinforcements send weapons and equipment, they will be sent back to the rear together with these Rakshasa slaves.

Of course, he will write all these messages tonight and then hand them over to the rear for evaluation.

It was up to the superior whether he should use it or not. At least he analyzed a very magical thing about this kind of thing, that is, these Rakshasa barbarian people actually did not have a high level of identification with the country.

Although I don’t know if it’s right or not, it’s very interesting. Maybe the superiors know better. After all, the superiors have access to much more information than he does.

At dawn the next day, because the glorious mercenary group fought very well yesterday, sixty sets of armors were sent directly from the rear. The weapons were mainly spears, which was enough to arm all the so-called AB-level mercenaries of the glorious mercenary group. stand up.

Then after handing over these armors, this squadron will escort the prisoners away.

However, something went wrong when handing over the prisoners.

When the prisoner handover was about to be completed, the prisoners suddenly became confused, and then one by one they ran to Jackal and the others, knelt down and kowtowed frantically, and spoke incomprehensible words.

"What's going on here?"

Not to mention jackals, even the officers and soldiers of this squadron were stunned.

After listening to what these people said, Mike couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to Jackal:

"Lord Jackal, they said they want to follow you and be your slaves. Please don't sell them."

"They say they can farm, they can work, and they can fight for you, as long as you don't sell it to them!"

Mike's translator spoke Chinese, so not only the jackal could hear it clearly, but also the soldiers in that squadron.

only......

"Why? I didn't say I wanted to sell them??"

This was a common doubt among the Han soldiers. It was just a matter of handing over prisoners, so how could people be bought and sold?

They are still the kind who sell themselves into slavery. They are not powerful gentry, nor are they brothel madams.

Is this misunderstanding a bit big? ?

So what do you jackals do?

Almost immediately, the Han soldiers in the first squadron looked at Jackal with something wrong.

Seeing this, Mike quickly explained, "Master Jackal, that's not the case!"

"You may not be satisfied, but don't forget that you also let them eat when we just ate, and they still ate the same as us."

"Besides, they don't think this is your so-called prisoner handover. After all, those who can carry out prisoner handover are nobles."

"So, in their opinion, instead of being sold by you, they might as well follow you and become your slaves. At least you let them have a full meal, and it is a very delicious meal!"

Jackal: "..."

That's it!

A soldier of the first squadron: "..."

Have I become a villain?

After being stunned for a moment, Jackal couldn't help but sigh as he watched these people still kowtow.

At this moment, he understood more and more what Dajijiu was thinking!

"Mike, if you tell them, just say that I am not selling them, but letting them go to a better place and get a better life."

However, when Mike translated the words, the prisoners burst into tears, kowtowed, then got up and followed the team away obediently.

Although they didn't speak, Mike understood very well. After these people left, he whispered to Jackal:

"Master Jackal, actually they don't think what you said is true, but if you give them a full meal, then they are willing to believe that what you say is true!"

The jackal paused and his nose became sore.

He discovered that people under hardship are all the same, and there is no difference between them regardless of country or tribe.

All conflicts in the world come from the desires of those above.

"Da Jijiu is right, this is what we have to do!"

After some reflection, he said to Mike.

"Here are some more armors, enough to arm your B-class mercenaries. Distribute them to them."

When Mike heard this, he was very excited and said loudly:

"Follow your orders and praise the Han army master!"

As these armors were distributed, everyone in the camp, both those who had received the armor and those who had not received the armor, shouted loudly.

"Praise the Han army master!"

However, amidst the cheers of the crowd, Jackal discovered a problem, and that was the wounded.

"Why are the wounded still here? It's just the lightly wounded. Why didn't the seriously wounded just move with the troops?"

Mike was horrified when he heard this, "Master Jackal, we are warriors. We have signed a contract with our employer. We do not die in battle but hide. How can we do this?"

"Besides, our souls have already been sold to the devil, and our lives and money are simply not enough to support the witchcraft medicine to treat our injuries."

"We need money, everyone needs money!"

As soon as these words came out, the jackal widened his eyes and let out a sharp roar!

"What you mean is that from yesterday to now, they haven't taken any medicine at all and have been just trying to endure it!!"

"Money is not life!"

"Tiger!!!"

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At the same time, the Han army was divided into Dongguan and a hundred thousand troops had been prepared. The siege weapons had been prepared and preparations for the attack had begun.