War garbage collection system

Han Xing looked at the would-be gladiators with lifeless eyes, and he planned to rescue them as soon as possible.

In the afternoon, Han Xing finally found coach Yang Tianyang, and he asked:

"Coach Yang, what's going on? Didn't you say I could meet your head coach today?"

"Master, have you seen it?"

"You saw it? How come I didn't even know about it?"

"Master, in the morning, you were saying: Why does the head coach always wiggle his butt when he walks?"

"What? That skinny old guy is the head coach?"

"Yes, I thought you knew it, Master! So you..."

"Who is that bearded guy he's following?"

"Of course it's the big boss here, Earl Ning!"

"What? That bearded guy is the boss here? The head of the Ning family?"

"Yes, Master, is there anything strange about this?"

"Then, who is that fat guy who always smiles and speaks very kindly?"

"Him?! He is the Fifth Master, the one in charge of our training. His last name is Ning, and he is the fifth brother of Earl Ning, the head of the Ning family. He is also..."

"Okay, Coach Yang, please tell me what the Ning family is like. The more detailed the better."

"Okay, Master.

The head of the Ning family is named Ning Hongda, 42 years old this year. He is in charge of the entire Ning family. He has only one son, who is a playboy and it is better not to talk about him.

The head of the Ning family has four younger brothers, namely: the second oldest, Ning Hongzhi, is 38 years old this year and is in charge of the Colosseum in the capital. He is a very cunning man.

The third brother, Ning Hongruo, is 36 years old this year. He is in charge of the family's wild animal park. He specializes in dealing with ferocious and wild beasts and is very cruel.

The fourth brother, Ning Hongyu, is 32 years old this year and is a playboy. He is in charge of various arenas under the family and is a very lustful person.

The fifth brother, Ning Hongxiao, is 30 years old this year. He smiles all day long and has a big heart. He is in charge of our training manor and is a kind person.

Master, that's all I know."

"Oh?! So that's how it is!

By the way, how come our head coach has such a good relationship with the head of the Ning family?

Do the two of them often go in and out together?"

"Master, this...that...I,...I am not sure either."

Looking at Coach Yang who kept dodging his gaze, Han Xing seemed to understand something and couldn't help but reveal a weird smile.

He thought to himself: I knew it! There must be something fishy going on here. I never expected it! It turns out that these people in the slave society have already...

"Okay, Coach Yang, if you don't know, then you don't know! You don't have to be so nervous.

By the way, please draw a map of this training manor for me.

Also, where do the slaves live? Are there any sentries? Where do the slave owners live? Who protects them? How many slaves serve them?

Coach Yang, please mark all of these on the map for me. It will be of great use to me."

"Yes, Master. I promise to complete the task."

"Well, go ahead and do your work. I'll go around and look around."

Next, Han Xing started to play in this huge training manor.

Of course, it was done secretly, but Han Xing, who possessed mental powers, did not look embarrassed at all.

Until night fell, all the prospective gladiators had finished their meal.

At this time, a young coach stood up and shouted loudly:

"Han Xing, Zhao Liu, Zhu Jie, Feng Er, Lin Wen, Xu Xiaoduan, the six of you are responsible for transporting the bodies to the Colosseum today.

You six, remember, you must move those bodies to the mass grave, do you understand?"

"I understand, Master."

Han Xing was a little confused and didn't even hear the list of people who would be cleaning the arena.

It was not until he was dragged away that he slowly came to his senses, and heard:

"Damn, why am I so unlucky? I have to be such an excellent gladiator to transport corpses."

"Sixth brother, don't be angry. I heard that those who are transporting the bodies don't have to train tomorrow morning."

"Really? That's great. We're going to die next year anyway, so the more we can relax, the better."

"Ka! Well, it's still uncertain who will die! I plan to become: the best gladiator."

"Forget it! Sixth brother, the death rate of these gladiators is too high. We don't have..."

"Hey! You guys, stop talking and come pull the cart quickly!

If the body is not cleaned up, we won’t know how we died.”

"Come on, come on, we are not..."

Han Xing looked at the five slaves walking in front of him, and for a moment he was filled with emotion.

He knew: it was head coach Yang Fu and his people who were helping him. They knew he needed a large number of corpses, and they also knew that he liked to make this kind of windfall.

As Han Xing's smile became brighter and brighter, his series of plans became more and more perfect.

He ran up with a smile on his face, patted Zhao Liu on the shoulder and said:

"Sixth brother, you must protect me from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the loyalty card also entered Zhao Liu's body.

"Brother Jie, don't be discouraged! We all need to learn from Brother Liu."

He took the opportunity to pat Zhu Jie on the back, and then used up another loyalty card. The main feature of Korean stars is: no one knows.

When the Japanese invaders enter the village, don't shoot with guns.

"Brother, you don't know..."

"Brother Wen, you are really awesome! You know..."

Just like that, without anyone noticing, Han Xin gained four more loyal subordinates.

"Not bad, not bad, hahahaha! Xu Xiaoduan, tell me in detail what is going on with this mass grave in the capital?"

"Master, there are six mass graves around this capital city, they are...

Master, every day in this capital city there are slaves who are beaten to death, slaves who die of exhaustion, slaves who die of illness, slaves who are abused to death... there are many, many slaves who commit suicide due to the heavy burden.

Therefore, six large mass graves were formed around the capital city for dumping corpses.

And every ten days, a group of sick slaves would be abandoned here.

Master, do we need…"

"Hahaha! Quick! Xu Xiaoduan, you lead the way. We'll go to the Colosseum to collect the bodies first, and then we'll go to these six mass graves.

I’m getting rich, I’m getting rich, I’m going to get rich again. Hahaha! Hehehe! …”

Just like that, Han Xing started his busy night life again. If he can make money, why would he care about day or night?

Except for Xu Xiaoduan who was to lead the way, the rest of the people were taken into the slave owner's manor space.

That night, Han Xing went to: the Colosseum, six city gates, six mass graves...

It took him a lot of time to travel, and it also took him a lot of time waiting for the corpse-carrying slaves.

It didn't take much time to control the corpse-carrying slaves and pick up the war scraps.

Even when I was bored, I played the robber game.

For example: With a wave of his hand, about 60 soldiers, armed with weapons and ropes, surrounded the four corpse-carrying slaves. At the same time, Han Xing shouted:

"Hey! It's a robbery.

This mountain is opened by me, and these trees are planted by me. If you want to pass through here, you must leave money for passage. No, you must leave your body behind.

Hey! Did you four understand? "

The four shivering people were already confused. They could only hear clearly what was in front of them, but not what was behind them.

"My Lord, we have no money!"*4

"Mad, don't you have ears? I don't want money, I want a corpse."

"what!……"

This time, they finally heard it clearly, but they were even more confused.

At this time, Han Xing walked up to them casually and began to interact with them intimately.

"My four brothers, I know you have no money, so I, the eldest brother, am going to rob some corpses for fun.

Brother, you don’t know! These corpses…”