Ten days passed by in a blink of an eye.
At the pass, the garrison competition has ended.
Some are happy, some are sad.
What's worrying is that I obviously think I'm very powerful, but I didn't even make it to the rankings, and I got beaten up several times. There are just too many fierce people here.
What makes me happy is that I didn't feel confident, but after fighting for a few games, I was actually selected.
Although I don't know what the treatment of this army is, no one will feel that the treatment is lower than the current treatment.
Some people who are seriously partial to subjects will be competed in individual subjects.
For example, archers, ordinary infantrymen definitely don't have this skill. Archery requires talent. You know, it only takes ten days and a half to train a group of crossbowmen, but it takes two or three years to train archers.
It's not because of accuracy, but because ordinary people want to draw a one-stone bow and shoot more than ten or twenty arrows in a row. Without the strength of two or three years, it is simply impossible.
You know, in addition to the Xuanjia Army, there are many archers in the Polu Army. Although some can draw a one-stone bow, they are exhausted after just two or three arrows.
In addition, all kinds of meat and meals during the cultivation period, without certain financial resources, basically don't have to think about it.
There is also the chariot commander. Chariots generally cooperate with infantry in combat.
It can be summarized as a combat unit. The chariot driver is almost the commander of a unit, that is, a senior soldier, commonly known as a soldier.
This kind of person is extremely professional. Without several years of training and meritorious service, it is basically impossible for him to become a royal commander.
Mansion, martial arts arena.
Ge Xiuming has returned.
In the martial arts arena, there are more than a dozen cages, ranging from small to large.
Inside were rats, rabbits, dogs, pigs, sheep and a foreign slave.
Several soldiers fed them the powder in the plates in their hands.
Not long after, the eyes of both animals and people turned red.
The mice kept scurrying around in the cage and squeaking loudly.
Not long after, blood oozed from the mouse's eyes, nose, and ears. After a while, it lay on the ground and became silent.
When the mouse died, the same thing happened to the rabbit and dog. Their four legs kept kicking on the ground, and they looked dead.
Ge Xiuming was excited and carefully looked at the caged pigs and sheep, but before he could record it, the pigs and sheep's eyes, ears, mouth and nose began to shoot out a line of blood.
After wailing, he fell to the ground, with only the air coming out and no air coming in.
"Ah~~~let me out, let me out!"
Before anyone could react, the Hun slaves began to hold on to the cage fence and shake.
Blood began to ooze from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his face turned red, and his whole body seemed to be strangled by the neck, as if he was drowning.
Within a few minutes, the slave slowly fell down.
Ge Xiuming's face was full of panic, and he was panicking inside. He turned to look at Yang Qian.
"Your Majesty, this, this, I, I can still test it."
Yang Gan's eyes were cold and slightly disappointed.
"During this period, even if hundreds of my livestock died, more than a hundred slaves died, and no results have been produced. Lao Ge, I have suffered heavy losses."
Although there are more than one million slaves in Yuntong County, don't think too much, they are just building canals now.
Once the canal is built and dispersed to each county, the number of people will actually be the same.
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth couldn't help but twitch when he thought of more than a hundred people and the amount of food each person could grow in a year.
In ancient times, human lives were regarded as trivial, but they also looked at people and periods, like Yang Qian, who paid special attention to population.
These are not cold numbers, but gold ingots that can walk and jump one by one.
When you have slaves, you have food. With food, you have everything.
Of course, a slave is like a double-edged sword. Once used incorrectly, it will backfire on its owner. Yang Qian will also be very careful when using it.
Even if it is left to Shi Yuanji, every quarter, what should be investigated must be investigated, and what should be managed must be managed. If there is a problem, even if it is a small problem, there will be heavy fines.
In this way, the safety of slaves can be ensured. After all, how many slave priests are there? If the slaves really want to riot, Yang Gan will not be the only one unlucky.
Ge Xiuming's cold sweat flowed down unconsciously. Everyone knew that the Lord valued slaves very seriously, and any death of a slave must be reported.
Because of this, the construction period of the Grand Canal cannot be accelerated at all.
"Can we still test it?"
Ge Xiuming immediately said, "Okay, I have prepared several potions, and I can test them more than a dozen times today."
"good!"
The corpses were dragged out ruthlessly, and another batch was escorted up.
It was a pity that animals and slaves died in batches, and the amount of medicine was gradually reduced, which made Ge Xiuming feel worried.
Just when Ge Xiuming was a little panicked, he only heard the sound of "bang bang bang~~~!" coming from inside the cage.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up.
The slave, who was originally thin and skinny, seemed to be congested with blood. Maybe he was feeling uncomfortable. He kept beating the cage hard.
Even the steel bars were slightly hammered and bent.
Yang Qian took a closer look, with curiosity on his face, "Put it out and see how good it is?"
Two soldiers opened the cage, and the slave with blood-red eyes pushed one soldier away, causing him to stumble.
He rushed straight towards Yang Qian and punched him suddenly.
Yang Qian stretched out one hand, gently caught it, and nodded with satisfaction.
The furious slave didn't care so much, he punched and kicked Yang Gan, but Yang Gan also caught them one by one.
The two sides went back and forth, and after hundreds of blows, Yang Gan pinched with one hand, and the knuckles of his thumb protruded, like a whip, and he whipped towards the slave's temple.
There was a "pop" sound.
The slave's entire body froze, blood began to ooze from his eyes, ears, and nose, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Krisna's face was filled with excitement. "How is it? How is your strength?"
"It's just so-so. It's passable. When it breaks out, it's comparable to the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army."
Ge Xiuming looked at Yang Qian excitedly, "Your Majesty, is this considered a success?"
Yang Qian curled his lips and said, "What's wrong with this? This person became obviously manic after taking it. Are you giving this kind of food to my new army? What do you think?"
"Then the test must be stable."
"Your Majesty, how many slaves can you accept to die?"
"Within 100,000, you can try whatever you want. They're just slaves. I have plenty of them."
Although Yang Gan felt sorry for his slaves, necessary sacrifices were still necessary.
Mainly because the previous plan gave Yang Gan the confidence. The women who were naturalized by the Xiongnu were all good-looking. Who would want the ugly ones?
Oh, when the soldiers performed meritorious service, a Hun woman was distributed to them. As a result, they went home happily and saw that it was a pork chop. Is this considered a reward or a punishment?
Therefore, there are still many female slaves among the three tribes of slaves. Few of these female slaves are doing manual labor. Their only value is to give birth.
That's right, they are fertility machines. The boys they give birth to are directly turned into slaves. As soon as they reach the age of eight, they have to start doing things within their power.
As for women, if their appearance is below average, they are just another fertility machine. If they are beautiful, they can be naturalized directly. As long as such a woman can be a slave priest, she is not much different from the Xia people.
Because of this incident, Zhang Yumeng often quarreled with Yang Qian. Zhang Yumeng felt that this was really inhumane, but Yang Qian scoffed.
humane? In this era, people are not doing well. They don't even have to be human. They should be humane and take care of themselves. After Song Huizong and Song Qinzong were captured, the two of them and their families did not treat them as human beings.
He also used the extremely humiliating ceremony of leading a sheep. Every time he read this piece of history, Yang Qian would almost break his back molars.
In his heart, no matter what he does to foreigners, it is reasonable. As long as he invades the Central Plains and is beaten into slave status, he is not a human being, just a talking beast.
From the moment they are labeled as slaves, their lives, their bodies, their thoughts, and their souls will no longer belong to them.
Even if they die due to various reasons, the body will be recovered and then appear in Xuanhu Academy for doctors and students to dissect and study.
Hearing Yang Gan's words, Ge Xiuming suddenly took a breath of cold air and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Lord Wu An, who cherished his slaves to this extent, could bear to lose a hundred thousand slaves for a pair of improved elixirs.
If he hadn't researched it, he would have died. Thinking of this, Ge Xiuming immediately became serious. He knew that he couldn't escape.
"Your Majesty, how about you give me some more time?"
Yang Gan squinted his eyes, thought for a while, and nodded.
"The new army has just finished their competition. Some things still need to be handed over. They will gather at Zhuangzi from different places. I also need to renovate a large training ground."
"When everything is ready, what I hope to see is the perfect elixir, not your defective products. Remember, don't ignore quality because of efficiency."
"If someone from the New Army dies from taking medicine, you will go on the road with them then!"
Ge Xiuming nodded wildly, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I already have some clues!"
Yang Qian flicked his sleeves and walked outside. He still had many things to do and didn't have time to watch the sideshow here.
You need to find a piece of barren land nearby, preferably with hills and other landforms, or jungles. Anyway, most landforms need some.
If not, find a suitable piece of land and modify it a little. Once you find the land, you need to completely enclose the area.
This piece of land is not small, it must be at least as big as one or two towns, and it must be surrounded by wooden stakes. If there are enough people, Yang Gan would like to build it with cement.
This is the training ground for the new army. There will also be buildings such as military camps, dormitories, canteens, stables, and armories in the training ground.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, old chariots, new chariots, catapults, there will be no shortage of them all!
When Yang Qian left, Ge Xiuming's expression changed a few times. He suddenly stamped his feet and asked a few servants to prepare the car. He was going to meet the person he least wanted to see.
