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Tatued City.

Another human city, it was built relatively early and has undergone three expansions, so it is considered a medium-sized city.

Its area is twice as large as that of Basov and its population is about three times as large.

Logically speaking, such a populous city should be quite prosperous.

But...if the supplies are not abundant enough and the population is too large, it will be a tragedy.

This was the situation in the city of Tatued at that time. Hadi could smell the stench of feces and urine just by standing at the city gate.

He had to put up a barrier around himself to block out the external stench.

Although there were many people who urinated and defecated in the streets in Basov, this was a characteristic of the times and could not be completely eliminated.

But Hardy has taken a lot of measures to punish this.

In addition to basic public facilities such as sewers and drains, laws have also been enacted to restrict the behavior of citizens. If you are caught urinating or defecating in the street, you not only have to clean up your own excrement, but also have to help the public toilets clean up the rice fields. This has reduced the number of people who dare to urinate or defecate in the street.

At least it won't stink.

In addition, Hardy also discovered that the guards responsible for guarding the city gates all had pale faces, looked listless, and looked very weak.

Rather than being guards, they looked more like refugees wearing leather armor and carrying weapons.

Even the guards are in such a state, one can imagine what the situation is like in the entire city.

But Hardy still wanted to go in and take a look. After all...from the map, Tatued City was a very important strategic location. As long as it was controlled, the east of Basov City could be stabilized. If the enemy wanted to attack Basov City, they had to break through Tatued City first. In that way, Basov City could barely be said to have some strategic depth.

After setting up the barrier, Hardy took a step forward, but then put his foot back.

Because he saw prison carts being pulled out of the city gate.

Each prison car was packed with slaves in cages.

There are men, women, and children, but no elderly people.

Hardy retreated back into the darkness and watched.

The slave trade was not something new in this era.

But generally speaking, slave-hunting teams captured people in the wild and then transported them to other cities for sale.

This is the first time I have seen someone being sold directly from his own city.

However, although Hardy felt a little disappointed, he did not make any move to save anyone.

Firstly, he is not a saint. The world is full of slave trade and he cannot control too many things. It is already very good for him to be able to control the little piece of land under his command.

In addition, the situation in Tatued City is not optimistic, and if they can be sold, it may be a way to survive.

Prison vans came out of the city one after another, and soon there were more than forty of them.

Each prison van was packed with more than 30 people, who were piled on top of each other and squeezed like cans.

If we count carefully, this slave trading team had more than a thousand people in the prison van to be sold.

It may not sound like a lot, but in fact, more than a thousand people lined up on the playground would be densely packed.

Hardy still didn't move.

But Hardy soon discovered that something was wrong. He vaguely heard the caravan members laughing and saying, "Send them to the lizardmen in the east, and we'll make a fortune. An adult man can be sold for three silver coins. After this trip, we can make at least thirty gold coins."

Hadi's expression turned cold.

He didn't want to say anything about the slave trade among humans. Although slaves had no dignity and lived a hard life, at least they had hope of survival.

But if you send them to the Lizardmen... they will only become two-legged sheep, the so-called human vegetables.

There are even children under five years old... Are they planning to engage in breeding?
Or is it that children taste better and are a special commodity?
Hardy narrowed his eyes, then walked forward in the darkness, following the caravan.

The caravan moved forward slowly, and after more than two hours, it finally left the range of Tatued. The slave caravan walked slowly, while Hadi walked very fast.

Three minutes later, Hardy took advantage of the darkness and backstabbed the last caravan member in the waist.

The shrill scream attracted everyone's attention.

The hostility of the caravan members and the surprised and expectant looks of the slaves.

About eight minutes later, Hardy was shaking the blood off his sword. Around him, there were many corpses lying in disorder.

The owner of the caravan was not dead. He had lost both legs and was lying on the ground, wailing in pain.

All the slaves in the prison car had been released and were huddled together not far away.

"Please, let me go." The owner of the caravan was a thin, but fair-skinned middle-aged man who looked pampered. "I can give you all my money, including everything in my home." Hardy put the long sword back into the system backpack and asked coldly, "Was it your idea to send these people to the lizardman city, or was it someone else's order?"

"It's Lord Tatude's order." The caravan owner's voice was slowly becoming weaker. He had lost a lot of blood and had little physical strength left. He might even faint at any time. "He wants to exchange these people for food."

Hadi snorted and said disdainfully: "If the Lizardmen still have food, why would they still eat humans?"

"Really." The caravan owner's face gradually turned green. "There is a kind of plant root in the lizardmen's warehouse. That thing is edible for humans, but it is poison for lizardmen. If you eat too much, your body will drink it. That's why they are... willing to exchange."

This makes sense. After all, chocolate is a delicacy for humans, but it is poison for dogs.

The situation is similar with the Lizardmen.

But I have to say that this business is very profitable. First sell slaves, then buy food back. You can make a lot of money in one round trip. It is simply a golden trade route.

At this time, the caravan owner stretched out his hand to Hadi and begged, "Save me."

Both of the caravan owner's legs were chopped off and bleeding profusely. If he wasn't bandaged, he would really die.

Hardy ignored him and walked up to the group of slaves.

"help me."

When the caravan owner saw Hardy leaving, he was desperate, but he still shouted this subconsciously.

As the slaves approached, they subconsciously retreated.

A group of smelly and dirty people were crammed together, and the smell was extremely bad.

Some women were holding their crying children, looking anxiously at the young man in front of them who looked like an important figure.

"Go and collect all the dry food on the carts, and then kill the horses pulling the carts and cut them into pieces of meat. This will be enough for you to eat on the road." Hadi said in a light tone, "Then go west. There is a city called Basov there that will take you in."

The city of Basov is expanding, so it is easy to accommodate an extra thousand or two thousand people.

The slaves looked at each other in disbelief.

Are you saved?
At this time, Hardy suddenly frowned, pointed at a man in the Human County, and said, "You, come out!"

The crowd suddenly parted, and the man pointed at by Hardy subconsciously wanted to continue hiding in the crowd.

But Hardy's finger was always pointed at him, and after more than ten seconds, he had to stand up.

This was a very normal adult male with brown eyes. Apart from being extremely thin, there was nothing special about him.

Hardy looked him up and down for a moment and said, "Take off your clothes."

The other person was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt that was so dirty that it was almost black.

He looked at Hardy with fear in his eyes.

The body is also shaking.

There was no action for a long time.

"Do you choose to take off your clothes or to die?" Hardy looked at him coldly, then looked back.

At this time, the caravan owner had completely fainted, but his broken thigh was still bleeding.

It is estimated that in a dozen seconds, this person will convulse and then die from excessive blood loss in a coma.

"A death like his." Hardy pointed to the caravan master's lying body.

The man trembled and took off his clothes.

Then the entire group of slaves screamed and tried their best to avoid the man.

Because this man had a lot of "wart-like" granulations on his lower abdomen.

It is orange in color and a little translucent. It is densely packed in the lower abdomen to form a circle, which looks disgusting.

Hardy had seen this thing not long ago.

It came from the red soil plains.

Hardy's eyes were filled with coldness, and he asked, "How did you get involved with this damn thing?"

Hardy knew very well that this thing was contagious.

The man knelt down suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "More than ten days ago, the lord threw us into a pond. Two days later, these terrible things started to grow."

us?

Hadi looked at the slaves and said, "Everyone, take off your clothes and pants. I will check you one by one!" (End of this chapter)