The queen is a bit cowardly

slave?Jiang Qingluan was stunned. Slaves are human beings, so they can naturally fight. In the war history recorded in the past, there are also records of slaves marching, but most of the slaves were used as vanguards, or as bait, and they were actually used to fight, but it was unheard of.

"Slave..." Jiang Qingluan whispered.But I can't help but think of what Chang Lan said before, about the injustice to slaves, Jiang Qingluan Fuxi was king for seven years, during which time he treated the captives who voluntarily surrendered kindly, and those who became slaves, at least under her, there was no abuse. explain.

"Well, at least the slaves can be the vanguard." Bale drew a simple layout on the ground with a knife: "We and the soldiers in Shangjing are the left and right armies. If they are heavy infantry, the mobilization will definitely be inflexible. If we attack, There is a chance."

"It's equivalent to using slaves as bait," Jiang Qingluan said.

Baler nodded: "Exactly."

"Yes, yes...it's absolutely fine." Doctor Cotton was the first to bear the brunt: "I think what General Baller said is very true, or let the slaves entangle with them, let's take this opportunity..."

Doctor Mian closed his mouth again after speaking, he avoided Jiang Qingluan's cold eyes, and stepped aside: "Your Highness has the final say."

"Where are the slaves?" Jiang Qingluan asked.

"I'm here." Dr. Mian said, "Your Highness invited the Second Prince to leave today, and I haven't had time to hand it over to him."

"Lonely."

Doctor Mian handed over a brocade box. The brocade box was engraved with pythons and inlaid with jewels. The carvings were very exquisite, and it was worth a lot of money at first glance. It was also true, a good slave cost as much as a piece of gold. These three hundred slaves The men are all young and strong, and the women are also plump and beautiful. These people are worth more than three hundred gold. In order to please Xin Guo, Shangjing also paid a lot of money, which also made Qingluan believe that maybe the person who came was not Shangjing.

After taking the brocade box, Jiang Qingluan asked Baler to communicate with the wolf smoke, ordered a few guards and went to the tent where the slaves were held. It was not so much a tent as it was a simple fence with some sackcloth stretched over the fence.Before he got close, Jiang Qingluan smelled a strange smell. The smell was like the smelly mud after the rain, and it didn't take much thought for it to emanate from the slave.

When the slaves saw Qingluan approaching, she was originally an extremely stunning woman with beautiful features, but she also had an awe-inspiring aura, guarded by guards on the left and right, and knew that she was a very noble person without saying anything.

Before the guards could wave their whips, the slaves knelt down by themselves, and some bold ones even raised their eyes to secretly look at Jiang Qingluan. The slaves were handed over and counted by someone, and I think this companion is the adult who counted.

Qingluan walked in front of the shed, and glanced at the crowd, most of them had submissive expressions, their feet were shackled, and some of their wounds had festered, so they couldn't be said to be very good fighters.

"You, what's your name?" Jiang Qingluan pointed to the man in front, who looked quite healthy and strong.

"Zhang Nan Jing." The slave replied.

As soon as you hear this name, you can tell that it is from a decent family. If it is an ordinary farmer or businessman, the name is mostly Dalang, Erlang, or something that means many children and blessings, such as long roots and roots.

"Proficient in the six arts? Can you ride a horse? Dance with a knife?"

Since he is a person of some background, he has learned the Six Arts to some extent.

I don't know why the woman in front of me asked this, Zhang Nanjing also answered honestly: "I know how to ride a horse and how to use a gun, but I haven't learned it for long."

"How did you become a slave?"

Zhang Nanjing replied: "Father is Shaoyin from Shangjing Shaoyang County... dirty... dirty people's money."

This is not a decent thing, the man stopped talking, and Jiang Qingluan didn't ask any more questions. There are many bureaucrats in the world, and there are cases of dirty money in every country, but there are other reasons why the punishment is not enough.

"Where did your family come from?" Jiang Qingluan asked again: "Are you convinced by this sentence?"

"It was originally the surname of Li from Shaoyang Yong's family, and my ancestors used to be a doctor." Regarding Jiang Qingluan's second question, the man let out a sigh of relief, and then replied with restraint: "If you sentence me, I will obey it."

Jiang Qingluan stopped asking him, and said to the slaves: "Who else is the Queen, come forward."

Sure enough, some people came up one after another, and sure enough, the slaves that Shangjing even enshrined were selected the best.

Jiang Qingluan took another step forward. At this time, the mountain wind blew up and messed up her hair around her ears. She pinned her hair behind her ears. Apart from her own royal air, the feminine beauty was also hidden in it.

"All of them, Mrs. Zheng."

"Beiting, Liang's surname is Tong, the ancestor of the doctor."

"All slaves, Youshi."

"... Mrs. Zheng."

Among the people in the front row were men and women, each talking about their family backgrounds, and when some people mentioned great-grandfather, they were stared back by Jiang Qingluan. The enemy army was still on their way, and Jiang Qingluan had no time to chat with their parents. These ministers then moved to one, and asked again: "Is there anyone who has been working in agriculture for a long time?"

"I……"

"I am, I am, my family is a woodcutter!"

"My family raises cattle and has land. I have planted it for several years."

"Me too, my rice is growing well, and I can farm."

What Chang Lan said was unreasonable. On such an occasion, the behavior of the public minister was no different from that of the citizens. Jiang Qingluan raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, and asked them to stand on the other side. In the end, there were still a group of people left in front of them. , perhaps because they were the only ones left, the fear in their eyes was even greater.

"A businessman?" Jiang Qingluan asked, the businessmen and peasants of the world are involved in each other.

One nodded boldly: "Bricklayer, also sell some stone carvings."

"Okay." Jiang Qingluan nodded: "You don't need to go out, just stay there."

So in the shack, the slaves were divided into three parts, distinguished by birth and occupation. Jiang Qingluan looked at those slaves with blank faces, and then said to a guard beside him: "I saw someone roasting a sheep just now, and the sheep were divided and given away. come over."

The guard sang a song and left.

Jiang Qingluan looked at the three groups of people and asked, "Who wants to be a slave?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and replied sparsely with the word "don't want".

"Then who wants to die here?" Jiang Qingluan asked, but her voice was extremely calm, which seemed abnormal to most people.

"If you don't want to be a slave, you naturally don't want to die." Zhang Nanjing said: "If you are a slave, you will have no freedom. If you die, you will lose even the chance to fight for freedom."

"But we may be in a dead end soon." Jiang Qingluan said, she could emphasize the word "us".

But the angry slaves are still a little different from the soldiers. When the word "dead end" was mentioned, these people panicked again, and many elderly men, women and children couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Not hiding the truth from others, Jiang Qingluan said: "There is an army coming here now, and the opponent's strength should be stronger than the soldiers here."

"What do you mean by asking Master?" Some people didn't understand, nor did they know Jiang Qingluan's background, so they called Master directly.

Jiang Qingluan continued: "That is, we might die here together."

Speaking of this, Qingluan paused, and sure enough the slaves became agitated, she said again: "Or you may die here, after all, without you, I and the other adults can quickly retreat to the nearby military camp, Carrying you is like a burden."

The restlessness became more intense, and several slaves even yelled, but they were quickly suppressed by the nearby guards, taking advantage of this fear still under control, Jiang Qingluan said: "However, I never thought of giving up on you. "

As soon as the solitary word comes out, one knows that this person is a king. Obviously this is a woman, how can a woman be a king?

"I don't believe it." A young man didn't know where the courage came from, he roared: "Slaves are like livestock, even less valuable than livestock, how can I believe that you have such kindness."

"Shut up! Who told you to talk." As he spoke, a guard rushed over with a whip.

But Jiang Qingluan called the guard back, and she said again: "Believe it or not, life and death are two paths."

"Then what are you going to arrange for us to do?" Zhang Nanjing said, the other party left early if he wanted to leave, and there is always a reason for coming to find everyone.

"I'll make a deal with you." Jiang Qingluan took out the brocade box and opened it. Inside was a silk cloth with the names of the 300 people written on it.

"The enemy army will come after a while, and you will fight with me. If you live together, I will burn this silk cloth. If you die together, this cloth will be useless."

"Who are you? Why should we trust you?" A woman asked. She didn't believe in Jiang Qingluan, let alone that someone would let a woman fight.

"Fu Guo, Jiang Qingluan."

This name is too unfamiliar to most people in Shangjing, even Fu Guo is too unfamiliar to them.

"Now Gu is the lord of Baili County. Since you have been sent here, I naturally have the power of life and death."

Although he reported his family background, most people were still skeptical. Afterwards, Gong Qing might have heard the rumors of the deposed king, and he couldn't believe it. Even Zhang Jingnan was also suspicious.

"I have never fought a war, I have only killed cattle."

Jiang Qingluan did not expect that the first person to speak was the farmer who had just mentioned raising cattle.

"I have never been beaten. I was reduced to slavery because I paid less taxes and injured officials. Beating people is still possible."

"When I sell tiles, I can sell hundreds of stones." The bricklayer also came out.

Jiang Qingluan looked at the queens again, and none of these people who were proficient in the six arts made a statement.

"Whoever wants to fight, come out."

Farmers and businessmen looked at me and I looked at you, and looked at the fence gate opened by the guards, and went out.The guards hurried up to help them remove the shackles, and immediately took them aside to distribute the mutton.

"Zhang Jingnan, if you are a scholar, if you are willing to work for me, you can at least give you your citizenship." Jiang Qingluan continued. Farmers and businessmen have more trust than these descendants of officials, but after all, they have not received systematic training. I'm afraid we still have to rely on these down-and-out nobles.

Jiang Qingluan pointed to the group of farmers and said, "Or after they survive, they will be rewarded as slaves."

Killing and killing people, in the nine states and all over the world, what can never be crossed is class. The public servants look down on ordinary scholars, scholars look down on craftsmen, craftsmen look down on peasants, farmers look down on businessmen, rich people look down on poor people, and even concubines look down on concubines. Although these scholars have been demoted to slaves, it is absolutely impossible to let them work with people who are also slaves and born lower than themselves.

"I'm going to fight!" Zhang Jingnan said: "His Royal Highness Fu Wang please give me a gun."

The author has something to say: Recently, the relationship line has been a little less ==

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