War garbage collection system

In this way, Han Xing began to suppress all different voices with his iron fist.

The war was over by the next morning and all arrangements had been made.

By this time, Han Xing's men had increased by another 60,000 to 70,000 men.

His slaveholding estate became more spacious.

He obtained more war supplies and a lot more daily necessities. In the short term, he no longer had to worry about food issues.

Next, Han Xing didn't plan to attack anyone else. He needed some time to consolidate and integrate these newly acquired quarrying slaves.

Han Xing and his eight clones started to get busy again. They were either doing education or researching topics, either brainwashing or on their way to brainwashing.

Originally, Han Xing wanted to make guns, but unfortunately this was a slave society and steel was not yet used.

In this slave society, the weapons produced were only cold weapons made of copper.

"It seems that I still need to find an opportunity to go out, otherwise, how can I find iron ore?

Without iron weapons, my soldiers would not have an absolute advantage in terms of weapons.

Iron mine, where are you? And coal mine, where are you too? "

[Host, you won’t be able to get these unless you send out your clones. You won’t be able to expand your power if you hide here.

Host, you should think carefully about my opinion! 】

"I know that, but it's freezing cold now, and it's unrealistic to ask them to go out now!

Let's wait and see! When spring comes, we can plan the next step!

Besides: in a dozen days or so, I am afraid I will unify the entire quarry area.

When the time comes, I will still need these clones to help me!"

[Since the host has a plan, I won’t say much.

I just hope that the host's plan can be successfully completed according to your wishes. 】

"Don't worry, system.

For some time now, I have been reusing a man who used to be a gladiator.

His fighting skills are quite good, so I made him the chief instructor of my unit, which means I found the right person.

Besides, during this period of time, the three Cheng Yaojing brothers have been training my troops.

Now, my troops, their combat effectiveness is quite good.

What a pity is that over this period of time, the strength points, agility points, and physical strength points I have obtained have become less and less.

Otherwise, the number of my troops will increase even faster."

[If that’s the case, host, why do you want to take down other quarries?

If you defeat the host, then you will not get any more strength points, agility points, and physical strength points, right? 】

"System, there's nothing we can do about this!

If I don't shoot them down now, those people in the quarry will definitely discover the problem when spring comes.

I wouldn't bet on them not finding out.

Besides, I also want to take advantage of the winter when communication is difficult and information is not readily available to conquer more territory.

System, you also know what happened to me on my way back.

Those slaves had no firewood to burn and might freeze to death this winter.

Don't I want to rescue them?

Only when the quarry area becomes a solid block can I expand outwards better!"

[Well, host, do whatever you want. I won't advise you anymore.]

Time passed quickly. It was only a month since the last attack on 19 quarries.

He was disheartened and launched another war of aggression.

On this snowy night, Han Xing and his eight clones led their troops and launched another surprise attack on the remaining 14 quarries.

The war is still going very smoothly.

Remote, unguarded, an isolated island, freezing cold, sentinels hiding by the fire, rebellion that has never happened, plus spies opening the door and spies leading the way.

If all these factors combined make it impossible to occupy these quarries, Han Xin will no longer need to train the army and can just go home and farm!

"Who are you? Do you know who I am? I'll tell you, my last name is Liu.

I am from the Liu family, one of the top ten families in the empire. I am the general manager of the six major quarries. I am a nobleman and my title is baron.

Don't touch me, take your dirty hands away and get away from me, you lowly and dirty slaves, how dare you tie me up.

If you dare to touch me again, our Liu family will make sure you all die without a burial place..."

The arrogant voice reached Han Xing's ears, which made him frown.

Then he gave an order expressionlessly:

"Kill him! He's making so much noise."

"No, no, you can't kill me. I'm a noble, I'm a baron...ah!"

The head, with its eyes open, flew up again and rolled into a group of shivering people.

"Ah! It's finally quiet.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am easy to talk to. Anyone who surrenders will be mine from now on.

For those who are unwilling to surrender, I will not force you. Look, you will be like this steward.

Okay, I won’t scare you anymore.

Now, I ask you, do you surrender or not?"

"..."

Next, it’s time to chop off heads and use loyalty cards.

On this unusually cold night, Han Xing and his friends encountered some resistance, but there were only a few of them, roughly six in total.

These six people are all from the Ning family quarry, two people in each quarry.

These six men were all guards, and they were all relatively old, with an average age of over 35 years old, and they were all suffering from illnesses.

Although the six of them are not very strong, their fighting skills are excellent. Any piece of wood can become a deadly weapon in their hands.

These six men were all born gladiators and have been hovering between life and death for a long time, which makes them extremely vigilant, even in this remote place.

Unfortunately, personal bravery is still vulnerable in front of the army.

Although the six of them fought back desperately, they were all injured in less than a minute and then captured.

"What's going on here? Why are several brothers injured?"

"Master, these two old men are very powerful. They injured several of our brothers."

"Well, tell me the specific situation in detail."

"Yes, Master.

The situation was this: When more than a dozen of us brothers surrounded the yard.

We launched a sneak attack, but the two old guys were well prepared. As soon as we rushed in, we were caught off guard by them.

Master, look, these are the weapons they used: stools, wooden boards, ropes, clothes, belts, steamed buns, chopsticks, bowls, ...

If the brothers were not strong enough, I am afraid they would have killed several of them. "

"Oh? These are talented people! Bring them both here, I want to ask them."

After a while, Han Xing looked at the two old men covered in bruises and asked very gently:

"Why are you two resisting?"

"There's no reason. We just don't want to be slaves anymore."

"Were you slaves before?"

"Yes, sir, we were slaves before, and gladiator slaves at that. We managed to survive with great difficulty, so we naturally don't want to be slaves again."

"How old are you two?"

"My Lord, I am 38 years old."

“I’m 36!”

"But I see that you two look quite old. To say that you two are in your sixties or seventies is considered young. Is it because of the hidden injuries in your body?"

"My lord, you have a sharp eye."

"Haha! Judging from the way you two look, you are also very afraid of death!

How about this, you two surrender to me and promise to only work for me from now on.

I will heal both of your hidden injuries and make you young and strong again.

How about it? Do you two accept my proposal? "