Yan Mo nodded and motioned Shen-Gu and the 100 slaves to return, but the spears were not returned.

Many of the 100 people held their spears tightly, but they did not act rashly.

When Shen-Gu saw the teenagers ordered them to return to the team, he was relieved. One hundred people, except the leader, once they got into the square, who remembered who they were? If teenagers want to punish them, they will not be allowed to return.

Yan Mo also returned the Yingluo people to the square and other slaves, and then looked around at all the slaves.

Fortunately, all the other slaves and the weak ones were blue with cold. It began to rain so heavily at noon. If he did not buy all the slaves in the market, at least dozens of them would die of illness, fever and wound infection in the future, or even more.

If there were no Guide, he would buy slaves and do what he could with good health. He would not find himself a burden. But who told him to reduce SCUM VALUE?

He didn't intend to buy so many slaves at the fair. They could only exchange red salt for cloth. The Jiu Yuan had previously traded large quantities of red salt with The Moer-Gan. Although there were not many red salts as goods, he wanted to sell them hungrily and deliberately create precious, not precious, red salt. The impression that it's easy to refine and not very productive is that today...

He can't just buy sick and injured. Isn't that a problem? After discussing with Yuan Zhan, he simply bought all the slaves in the market, none left. Anyway, their behavior is enough to make eye contact, and it doesn't matter if they make eye contact again.

Damn The Banish Guide!

Nevertheless, he did not consider it well beforehand. Even though he knew that the primitive society could sell people as goods in the market, he neglected the facts he would see.

The slaves were so quiet that even the young children dared not make a noise.

Yan Mo was not afraid of being heard by others beside them. When all eyes were focused on him, he amplified his voice and said, "Now, I give all of you a choice to leave or follow me."

No one spoke, and the slaves did not respond at all.

Yan Mo eyebrows, "I will let the Moer-Gan keep their promise that before the end of the market, as long as you are within the hunting range of the Moer-Gan hunt, you will not be pursued until you leave their territory, and then whether you can escape or survive depends on you."

Da-He sighed in his heart that their Juvenile Priest was so kind and kind.

Ding Ning Ding Fei's eyes were shining. They were proud of the Priest and felt that Priest Da-Ren was losing money in doing so.

The Yingluo people looked at the two brothers in the team.

The other slaves also looked at the prestigious leaders among them.

Shen-Gu looked motionless and did not shake his eyes at all.

The roar of the wind by the river, the sound of someone's breathing, but no one's whispering, but everyone like after a conversation, eyes interlaced, and finally returned to silence.

Yan Mo pulled pieces of fur out of his pocket and soon piled up a large pile on the ground.

"Take a piece of this fur from those who leave, lest you freeze to death on the way. Sick and injured people can come and get medicine, but it's up to you to see if you can survive. Food and weapons, I won't prepare them for you, we don't have so many things. It's yours who have already got it."

The slaves were shocked. Just now they thought that the boy was cheating them because they believed that the boy was just like the slave who trained them before, pretending to let them go first, but when someone really wanted to go, they would kill the person who wanted to go by extremely cruel means.

But now... When the slaves said they were going to let them go, did they not say that they had to be wrapped up in cold-proof fur and weapons, or even give them herbs to treat their illness and injuries?

"Rest assured, if I say let you go, I will not catch you or kill you. I'm telling the truth. I can swear to my ancestors with my soul." Yan Mo raised his hand when he saw nobody moving.

Da-He couldn't help whispering, "Da-Ren!"

Ding Fei immediately scolded, "Mo Da-Ren said he is going to let you go, which is to let you go! We don't want people who are reluctant to do so. Do we think the Jiu Yuan wants you? Do you think you'll be slaves in The Jiu Yuan later? You guys are just going to have a good time. We're the Jiu Yuan..."

"Ding Fei! Shut up!” Da-He dared not say that Yan Mo was not, so Ding Fei was so impatient that he immediately scolded him.

Ding Fei pouted like a child, and Ding Ning patted him on the head.

"Is there really nobody going? If you give up this opportunity, I will think that if you want to be loyal to me and Jiu Yuan, and if you are going to run away after this chance pass, the Jiu Yuan will treat your actions as betrayal and punish you, and serious people will die. Let me ask for the last time, is there anybody going? Leave at once!"

Night came to an end and Ding Ning lit some torches.

The light of the torch shone on the faces of the slaves, and many of them could see their throats agitating. They were making one.

"Ding Fei! Shut up! Da-He dared not say that Yan Mo was not, so Ding Fei was so impatient that he immediately scolded him.

Ding Fei pouted like a child, and Ding Ning patted him on the head.

"Is there really nobody going? If you give up this opportunity, I will think that if you want to be loyal to me and the Jiu Yuan, and if you are going to run away, the Jiu Yuan will treat your actions as betrayal and punish you, and serious people will die. Let me ask for the last time, is there anybody going? Let's go at once!"

Night came to the end and Ding Ning lit some torches.

The light of the torch shone on the faces of the slaves, and many of them were inspired by their throats. They were making a difficult decision.

Shen-Gu took a step forward.

Everyone looked at him.

Shen-Gu stepped up to Yan Mo and inserts a wooden spear into the ground. Meanwhile, Da-He instantly erects an earth shield in front of Yan Mo.

When Shen-Gu saw the shield, he paused, stooped slowly, picked up a piece of fur from the ground and wrapped it around his waist. Then he straightened up and looked at the teenager. His expression seemed a little embarrassed and confused.

Yan Mo burst out laughing, pulled out a large bundle of hemp rope from his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Use it as a belt."

Shen-Gu pulled at the hemp rope and found it strong. He pulled out his wooden spear, strung it on the rope with the tip of the spear, and then pulled the rope hard.

Shen-Gu took hemp rope as his belt, tied up his skirt, bent over and hugged a large pile of fur, and went to the non-slave crowd.

Yan Mo, with his hands on the shield, watched with interest what Shen-Gu wanted to do.

Other slaves seem to be waiting for Shen-Gu's choice. Does none of them really want to be free to leave? Of course not. They just dare not!

Shen-Gu put the fur in front of a group of Non-war slaves and called a person's name: "Zang Na, this is a gift from Da-Ren, to everyone."

A middle-aged man named Zang Na limped out of the crowd. He seemed to want to say something, but he held back.

"Zang, I'm going to follow that Da-Ren. What about you?"

Zang Na looked at him, then at Yan Mo secretly, and said in a very low voice, "Have you decided?"

"Okay."

Zang Na bowed his head, later raised, "We are like you, where you go, where we go."

"Good."

After a brief conversation, Zang Na handed out the fur to women and children.

No one came up to grab it. He wondered if it's because of they are not daring or something else.

Shen-Gu retired to the slave camp and left his wooden spear in front of Yan Mo.

Suddenly, a man with unusually strong body and exuberant hair came out of the square. He was thin, but his muscles were still stronger than others. He was almost the same as Yuan Zhan before. His face was covered by his big beard.

His beardless cheeks showed tattoos, only 3rd Rank, but his momentum was no less than that of a 4th Rank warrior standing in the front row. He walked up to Yan Mo as well.

Yan Mo looked up at him because he was much taller than him.

"Da-da!" The man looked down at him, slowly bent down one leg, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and smashed his hands into fists on the ground.

Yan Mo knew that the man was submitting to him, even if it's only on the surface. He sees the man kneeling still and had to reach out and pat him on the shoulder.

The man stood up and shouted loudly.

Yan Mo, "..." Would you be frightened?

"Da-da is your name?"

The man nodded slowly, swung up his fur buttocks with Yan Mo on his back, stooped down and picked up the remaining fur, and strode toward the non-war slaves.

Da-da shouted at the slaves, and a group of slaves crowded at the back shouted and ran up from behind.

Da-da gave the fur to a group of people who looked like his Tribesmen. When he saw that the one coming wasn't his Tribesmen who wanted to come up and get the fur, he slapped them aside.

Da-da did not return to the square after he had finished his hair. He walked to Da-He, learned how Da-He stood, and he too took a stop to the right of Yan Mo.

Others, "..." Hello!

Yan Mo looked at him.

Da-da stared at the front of the battle slave squadron, with fierce eyes, as if he was not one of them.

Smart beast! Yan Mo wiped his face, looked in his pocket, found a leather skirt that has been made, and handed it to Da-da.

Da-da looked down and took a look around his waist.

Ding Fei looked at Da-da, Yan Mo, and finally looked at his brother: Big Brother, give me an explanation!

Ding Ning laughed silently, and he saw Da-da turn a blind eye at the head of the river.

Finally, whether it was the fear of prolonged abuse and threats against slaves or the influence of Shen-Gu and Da-da's actions, none of the 1,500 slaves had a choice to leave.

"Now that you have made your choice, you will also be blessed by the ancestors and join us in returning to our tribe The Jiu Yuan."

Yan Mo has something in his mind. He doesn't want to buy people's hearts at this time. After saying this, he immediately starts to arrange: "Ding Ning, you go and urge the Moer-Gan People to rush them to bring the millet and a batch of dry firewood."

"Ding Fei, you take some people to our store and give them all their fur."

"You, what's your name? You take all the people to the leeward. You were the slave of The Moer-Gan. So you should know where the leeward is?

The slave, abandoned by Cai Yu, nodded and hurried to report his name: "Da-Ren, my name is Yang Mao."

"Yang Mao?" Yan Mo paused and asked him, "Do you know Yang She and Yang Wei?"

Yang Mao was shocked. "Da-Ren, have you met my Tribesmen?"

"Yes."

"Are they all in Jiu Yuan now?" Yang Mao did not hide his excitement.

"No, I've seen them in other tribes. They should all be dead by now." Yang She is dead he was killed to hide Da-He stomach surgery, Yang Wei... He didn't seem to see this man around Bing anymore, does he know whether he was dead or was he taken away by the * people? He had forgotten both of them, and if the names of Yang Mao, Yang She and Yang Wei weren't too strange, and they sounded like a family or a clan, he would not remember them.

Yang She was not particularly sad to hear that the two men had died. Their tribe had long been wiped out and their Tribesmen had been traded as slaves everywhere. He was sold to The Moer-Gan by a traveler at an early age and was later taken in by Cai Yu Da-Ren. Now Cai Yu Da-Ren gave him to The Jiu Yuan People.

Yan Mo waved to the slaves, "Follow Yang Mao, come on!" The wind is getting stronger and stronger here. Shen-Gu, when you get to the place, you are in charge of taking people to tidy up the ground and light the fire when Ding Ning delivers the firewood. Then some people were assigned to fetch and boil water by the river. Do you know herbal medicine and treatment? Stand up."

The man named Zang Na looked at Shen-Gu, who nodded to him.

Zang Na stepped out of the crowd and muttered, "Da-Ren, I know some herbs."

"There are too few people. Are there any others?" Yan Mo knows these people's minds and dares not come out for fear of being killed as a witch or his disciple.

Some of the Yingluo people came out of the slaves and said they knew some herbs.

Yan Mo asked again. See you again, nobody came out, and he was too lazy to ask, "Okay, just two of you, come and join me and separate the injured from the sick..."

There was a cry in the crowd. Someone was shouting, "Da-Ren, no, please, my child will be all right. He's just..."

"Enough! I'm not going to kill them! If you have relatives to take care of, you will continue to take care of them. No one will take care of them. Shen-Gu, arrange for soldiers to come and carry them on their backs!"

"Yes!"

Still very disturbed and deathly, the slaves gradually came to life in Yan Mo's commands one after another.

At first there was a little confusion, but Shen-Gu had a good ability at ordering people, and soon all the personnel were dispatched, so it seemed everyone was busy and not messy.

Yan Mo feels more and more that Shen-Gu is like a building block. It's not difficult to manage five people. It's not too difficult to manage fifty people. If you want to manage fifty people without too much personality problems, you won't have too much trouble. But if you want to manage five hundred people or more, many of them are not your own Tribesmen, you really need the personality charm and management ability of leaders. Now.

Apart from Da-da, the beast man, who seems to be a little disgusted with Shen-Gu, no one else has any resistance to Shen-Gu's arrangements, including the same a 4th Rank Warrior as him.

Da-He came up to Yan Mo and asked in a low voice, "Da-Ren, why are you..." Leave everything to Shen-Gu? In this way, Shen-Gu's prestige among those slaves is not higher?

"What do you think of Shen-Gu?" Yan Mo laughs.

"Very... capable." So he was afraid.

"His tribe must have been strong before, at least not worse than Jiu Yuan. You see, he naturally divides 1,500 people into two large groups, and then divides them into several teams, and then subdivides them into groups. Each team has a leader. He just needs to pass orders down layer by layer, and he doesn't need to do anything in person." Yan Mo, on the contrary, was satisfied with Shen-Gu.

Da-He was suddenly worried. He didn't know what he was worrying about. He had an illusion that if Da-Zhan never came back, their Chief might have to be changed.

Yan Mo is not aware of Da-He’s worries, and he is still praising Shen-Gu: "You see, just now I need to give orders to people and tell them what to do. But now there are many things I don't need to say, Shen-Gu can do very well, and what he will ask me voluntarily, I just want to give him orders alone.

Da-He was more worried.

Yan Mo would like to say to Da-He, "No need to suspect about that, no doubt about." to show his leadership ability, but the truth is that he is just too lazy to deal with these trivial matters. He is certainly happy that someone can help him take over. As for how to use this person well in the future, it is Yuan Zhan's problem!

Da-da followed him and watched Da-He speak to Yan Mo. Yan Mo also smiled at him. He turned to look at the dark jungle. He was so short that he jumped silently into the jungle and ran away.

When Da-He saw it, he reached out and said, "Da-Ren, that savage man..."

Yan Mo was also stunned. Just now, he was told not to run. Why did he run at this time?

Most of the slaves who had been watching Yan Mo secretly also saw that the savage had stolen away. They were a little panicked for a moment. They pricked up their ears secretly to see what the young man was going to do with the savage Da-da.

"Da-Ren, do you want me to bring him back?" Da-He was slightly angry.

Yan Mo laughed and waved his hand. "Come on, he run away and in this night, he's brave. It's not too late to run when he's about to be full. What a fool!"

Shen-Gu heard that Da-da had run away. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He could not see through the savage. The only thing he could be sure of was that the savage was not Tribesmen of his fur-bearing tribe. The men of Tribesmen were timid, not as tall as he was, and had different tattoos on their faces.

But Da-da never spoke to him, and it was useless for him to approach him voluntarily.

Until today, he didn't know his name was Da-da, and it was the first time he had seen him so proactively approach a person.

Does Da-da feel as different as he does about that teenager? But if he had the same idea as him, why did he suddenly run away?

And the teenager, why can he really not care about the escape of slaves?

Shen-Gu is smarter than his Tribesmen, so as a child of the Chief and a 4th rank warrior, he can still live to this day and gain the trust of slaves and even slaves not belonging to his tribe. But no matter how smart he is, not everything can be figured out and everyone can see clearly.

Yuan Zhan rubbed his nose. He had sneezed several times just now.

Meng looked at him sympathetically. "Are you sick?"

Yuan Zhan rubbed Meng's palm with some unknown liquid. "I thought you were dying."

"Just because I'm not dead, you let me be tied up like this, and you won't ten me get down?" Meng Er wants to cry.

"I've put you down from the tree, and then..." Yuan Zhan pointed to the man standing by. "She won't let it go."

The woman slowly stepped out of the shadows. She squatted down beside Meng Er, reached out and touched his face gently.

Meng shrank back apparently.

The woman turned to Yuan Zhan and smiled at him.

There are no stars and moons in the sky, with a slight dark red light. The woods are not dense. Yuan Zhan's vision is enough to see the woman's appearance.

The woman is very beautiful, he has never seen the kind of soft, delicate, graceful beauty, but the place where women should have eyes is blank!

Yuan Zhan got up and kicked Meng in the leg, like admiration and disgust: "You really can find a woman!"

Meng really cried, he was wrong, he was really wrong, help ah!

"Hey! Hey!" In the dark woods came the strange laughter of a bird.

The author has something to say: in fact, the deepest hidden is Da-da~~

Zheng, Zhang, the little black toddler Xiao Hei, Shen-Gu, Da-da... The future commanders of Jiu Yuan Army regiments are gathered together.