When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Chapter 20 The Prisoner's Dilemma

Xinqu went back to sleep and didn't get up until noon to eat.

Along the way, some of the laborers from the clan were summoned.

They were armed and pulled out the slaves one by one according to Xin Qu's wishes.

Still at the river beach, Xin Qu stepped on the big bluestone with an indifferent expression.

Next, as long as they are divided and classes are formed within them, conflicts can be transferred.

It can also solve the problem of casualties caused by slave resistance as much as possible.

Especially now that all the strongest laborers in the clan have gone to the Guzhu battlefield, although the remaining people can look after them, they will also be restrained, which is fatal to labor efficiency.

Xinqu had no choice but to use this set of class-based methods.

He said to the slaves with different expressions: "Okay, I believe you have thought about it all morning and you have a good idea. Hang the wooden signs around their necks and let everyone take a good look at the numbers."

Xin Qu gave an order, and the tribesmen hung up the prepared "numbers" one by one for the slaves.

Then he continued: "Next, everyone will have the opportunity to report to me individually. Even if you don't report, you can still vote.

Write down your respective number plates and I will give each of you ten soybeans. "

Xinqu picked up the bowl and gestured: "Each bowl will have a number on it, which represents the same data as the number on you. The slave with the most soybeans in the first ten bowls will be killed immediately."

"What do you want to do!" The faces of many strong men among the slaves changed greatly, and they secretly thought something was wrong. They struggled to stand up and seemed ready to charge.

Immediately, a cluster of arrows flew towards him and pierced him directly.

After Shi Wu fired an arrow, he took out another one and looked at the slaves with cold eyes: "Whoever dares to show his head will be killed without mercy."

When Shi Wu's voice fell, his younger brothers let out war cries and raised their bows, axes, and spears to intimidate the slaves.

The slaves trembled and listened to the screams of the injured on the ground, and all felt their souls trembling.

When the atmosphere became slightly quieter, Xin Qu's voice without joy or sorrow came slowly: "Rules, in addition to voting! You can also report immediately! Anyone who stands up to report now will be counted as a separate kill count."

Xin Qu looked down at the slaves below and said coldly: "The first one to report three people can become the supervisor!"

“Of course, given that there may be threats or coercion among you.

I will give you a separate benefit here.

A reported person has one head, two hands, two legs, and one torso, that is, six parts.

When each slave voted, he did more than cast a soybean.

You can also report individually to the leader or the slaves who participated in the coercion.

However, for the sake of fairness, the report will be published and the person who has been reported will be given a final opportunity to defend himself.

The decision to kill or not to kill is in my hands.

When a slave receives six reports and fails to defend himself, he will be immediately executed in public!
The first six slaves to report will receive one-sixth of the credit after the person is executed.

As long as all six slaves you reported are killed, you will have collected the credit for killing an enemy.

Thereby having the opportunity to become a naturalized person. "

Xinqu's words made the old men among the slaves feel anxious, and they looked at Xinqu as if they had seen something of fear.

Not only the slave, Shi Wu also frowned at Xin Qu's decision, and it was very...

"Remember, this benefit is only valid for one chance. If you don't get six, it means you won't get any credit.

Therefore, I encourage you to stand up and report it now.

The credit is yours, why should you share it with others? "

The slaves' emotions were so suppressed that they exploded.

At the same time, they are all fearful, threatening, and constantly using their hands and feet to intimidate and coerce each other.

"Beat the drum." Xinqu shouted to the drummer behind him, "After the drum stops, enter the voting. You don't have many opportunities. If you want to report, raise your hands now."

"Dong dong dong..."

The drums began to beat, and many people in the slave pile were trembling.

"Clan leader, will you do this..." Tu came closer to Xinqu, and for the first time, he felt that Xinqu, who was the same age as himself, was too scary!

He is constantly putting pressure on the slaves to make them explode.

There are blockages and gaps, but in fact they are mostly sowing discord.

Those who stand up and report now will be regarded as betrayal by the slaves, and they may fall into hatred against each other.As for what was reported during the subsequent voting, Tu estimated that Xinqu might announce it to the slaves later.

As long as everyone betrays, the burden on their hearts will be smaller.

The final vote with soybeans was to let the slaves kill someone they disliked.

When everyone becomes a perpetrator, the person being abused will become synonymous with "deserve it!" in the eyes of the abuser.

But they ignored that this was actually a method used by the slave owners. The purpose was to divide the slaves and make them discriminate against each other and fight with each other, but they forgot that they were also slaves.

It’s just that one is at home and the other is in the field.

Are slaves at home nobler than slaves in the fields?

Ha ha!

Xin Qu glanced at Tu and said, "We need the overseer to pass on the conflict. When the slaves are squeezed to the limit and kill the overseer, the slaves will be excited and forget their hatred for us.

Then from this group of people, a new supervisor is selected, and then the next cycle is entered.

As long as you can't use it to death, then use it to death.

Otherwise, where can we find cheap labor? "

The soil is thoughtful.

"I report! I want to report!"

"Che Baihu, you are seeking death!"

The pile of slaves was in chaos. The young man from the Che tribe who had been beaten finally raised his hand.

The slaves who had beaten him beside him roared angrily, and regardless of the leg ropes, they stood up and started to fight.

The next second, the sharp arrow flew quickly, and he screamed and fell to the ground. Shi Wu remained indifferent: "Don't move, anyone who moves will die!"

The clansmen roared in unison, slapped their swords on their shields, and let out a war cry that shocked the slaves.

The slaves have no weapons, how can they be opponents of the Xin warriors?
"Bring up the guy who's talking."

Xinqu said to Tu.

Tu quickly led the people down. A few people were responsible for keeping an eye on "Wu" who had the courage to resist, and drove them to the corner to watch. The remaining people brought Che Baihu up.

Xin Qu looked at the Che Baihu he had brought with him and smiled gently, like a spring breeze: "What's your name?"

"Baihu! My name is Che Baihu!" Che Baihu felt relieved when he saw Xin Qu's gentleness, "Clan Chief, are you telling the truth? Just report..."

"With one, you are a naturalized person; with three, you are the overseer. The food for naturalized people is also limited. Although they eat with the tribe, it will be half less than the food supply of our tribe. More food is also needed from you. In exchange for labor. The Xin family welcomes hard-working and loyal naturalized people."

Xin Qu patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, as long as the Xin family is here, slaves will not be allowed to harm naturalized people. Naturalized people are human beings, slaves are not human beings."

"Clan leader..." Che Baihu's eyes were red, "I reported that since yesterday, the team from the Qu tribe have been planning to take advantage of the Xin family's autumn harvest to seize weapons and escape, or look for opportunities to capture the tribe.

They... they said that all the Xin clan's fighting force had gone out, leaving only women and children, and that a counterattack might still have a chance to seize the tribe. "

Xin Qu nodded, took out the knife, cut off his rope, and then held his shoulders affectionately: "Come on, I will give you three places, identify the leader and Xie Cong.

Tu, take Che Baihu with you and kill some slaves to let them know that even if the middle-aged man is not here, we have the Xin family and can still deal with them. "

"Yes!"

Tu brought Che Baihu with his hands free. As for his feet, it didn't matter, because Xinqu personally cut the rope on his hands to give him great trust.

Hands are more dangerous than feet.

"It's the five of them!" The five identified people looked ugly and roared: "Quickly, kill them! Otherwise we will all be killed!"

When Tu heard this, he stabbed one to death with a spear, and the other two quickly followed suit.

Three had been killed, and just when Tu was about to attack the next one, a figure slowly appeared and said to them: "The patriarch said, just kill three. Don't kill more, and leave some soup for other slaves."

Tu turned his head and saw Shi Wu, and stopped.

"Continue, the drums haven't stopped, you still have a chance to report." Shi Wu flicked the short spear in his hand, and the rope on Che Baihu's feet was disconnected: "You are naturalized, go to the front to receive your supervisory stick. Help suppress them and don't let them riot."

"Yes Yes!"

Che Baihu's face flushed, and he ran excitedly to where Shi Wu was pointing. He tremblingly picked up a cross baton. The links were tied tightly with straw rope. It was still very painful to hold it in his hand and hit someone.

He walked towards the slave team again, turned around and saw Xin Qu's attention. He nodded and bowed, very flattering.

Xin Qu responded with a smile and showed an expression of approval. He was very happy with it. The moment he turned around, he was arrogant. When passing by on patrol, he knocked down the people who had bullied him one by one and scolded them not to move.

They are more ruthless than the Xin clan members!
(End of this chapter)