Training Wu Zhou

I don’t know if anyone has ever imagined a civilization going to the extreme, one that has no political support, no commercial economy, and even the most basic social foundation. It purely stimulates the second war by squeezing hatred, so as to limit the plundering of external resources. , and through strengthening utilization, plundering again, and then such a circular organization is what kind of existence is it?

It sounds a lot like a group of robbers, a bit like a terrorist organization, and it looks like a warlord when you think about it, but no matter which angle you look at it, it doesn't look like it, or it shouldn't be Birth, and there are no conditions for birth.

But when he does appear, how should we define it?

You say they are robbers, indeed, they are robbers in essence, but they are strictly disciplined, and they strictly obey any orders from their superiors like soldiers. robber.

You say they are a terrorist organization. It is true that they are terrifying to a country and even human civilization. The endless plunder and massacre are not enough to be terrifying. What is even more terrifying is that they have no reason. The most basic characterization of a terrorist organization is its reason and goal. , but they have neither reason nor goal, they want to snatch everything they can see.

You can say that they are warlords, that’s okay, they do have a whole set of training system and recruiting system, but when we understand the nature of warlords, we will feel that the two are completely different. The military characters of warlords are easy to understand, the problem lies in this On the word valve, what is a valve?It's very simple. Since ancient times, warlords have ruled one side, and although the sparrows under their rule are small, they have all the internal organs, and there is no way that they don't even have a social population.

So has this kind of four-faced organization really appeared?

Unfortunately, it really appeared, in the hands of a person like this organization that should not have appeared

Seventy days later, the Yaozhou base camp. [

The fiery temperature of the furnace in the pit distorted the air, the slaves were sweating profusely, a square of magma rolled down, and the iron ingots were twisted and formed in the flames.

"Crack." The whip slapped the slave's back fiercely, and the slaves who already had altitude sickness started to move harder under the pain.

Blacksmiths wearing iron chains and shackles hammered the iron ingot into shape, put it into cold water, and white smoke exploded. Compared with those slaves, they were lucky enough, at least they didn't have to be whipped.

Tang Guan stood with his hands behind his back and watched everything with cold eyes. Behind him, Wan Feng looked at the beaten slaves who were repeatedly hesitant to speak. This kind of mine pit is the only scenery in this so-called Yaozhou that has been dug everywhere, and it is everywhere. .

Wan Feng followed Tang Guan to pull up a Yaozhou banner, and cleared up dozens of tribes with a radius of hundreds of miles in a few days. After seeing everything in front of them, slaves were flooded into the ranks of iron smelting.

And Tang Guan even more popularly named this place Yaozhou.

At first Wan Feng thought that he, the lord, was so ambitious that he really wanted to get his hands on the world, but as time passed, when the game of pie and knife became a fraudulent means, Wan Feng gradually became at a loss. What are you doing?

Wan Feng concluded that what Tang Guan needed was only iron ore, slaves, food, soldiers and horses, and the role of slaves was to make equipment, and there was no other function, and the game of pie and knife developed into an unbelievable game. The Tang crown-style recruiting method.

Anyone who chooses cakes will be immediately filled as slaves, and the load they will face is more cruel than in the hands of foreign races. Tang Guan doesn't even care about their lives at all.

What made Wan Feng even more incredible was that the number of slaves was several times that of the combatants. Facing such cruel labor, none of them dared to stand up and resist.

Until the military ranks grew to 3000 people, Tang Guan actually issued an order to the slaves to "don't do anything". As soon as this order came out, several female prisoners were toyed with by adulterers at will, and the whole camp vented wantonly.

It was only then that Wan Feng realized that the man in front of him didn't want to be steady and make contributions at all. This was a game that looked very much like "revenge on society".

But Wan Feng himself didn't realize that while he was faintly repelling it, he had actually been enjoying it all the time. This kind of law-abiding, almost primitive society game made people go crazy and made people worship the creator of all this even more.

In the cold wind, Tang Guan remained silent. After a long time, he actually laughed at a slave who fell down and fell into the hot lava.

His movement is so big, many people must have known about it, but unfortunately no one will know who created this farce, and no one will know the inside story of this cruel country. [

Violence can't solve all problems, it's always just a temporary solution. Tang Guan naturally knows what Wan Feng is thinking, but Wan Feng has guessed one thing correctly. To Tang Guan, this is just a game.

What's the use of this bullshit in the world?

What's the fun of being that shit emperor?

A madman is not afraid that he will not be crazy for a lifetime, but he is afraid that he will not be crazy for a while. Since he is crazy, why not be crazy quickly so as not to worry about it?

You care about him before and after, who will die and who will live?Isn't it a painful disaster to let him be flooded behind him?

Tang Guan's black hair was blown by the cool wind, and he was insensitive in this place. This is human, and this is cannibalism.

After a while, Tang Guan was a little tired. He had been fighting for days and had to design plans for the future. They were still not enough people. When the Tubo front line was closed, a vicious battle would inevitably be fought.

The combat power formed by the three thousand wolf fang dead soldiers is already extremely impressive. This is a group of almost primitive fighters. In this era of cold weapons, the horror has far exceeded Tang Guan's expectations.

Their training is very simple, and they can't wait to recruit new recruits today, and kick them to the forefront of the battle tomorrow. If they die, it means they can, and the ones who survive are always the strongest.

Just when Tang Guan was about to turn around and return the account, Wan Feng said: "My lord, the spies have come to report that the Tubo army has begun to withdraw, and they are probably targeting us."

Hearing this, Tang Guan stopped in his tracks. This time he came to a center to bloom. One hundred and ten people sneaked in, and all of a sudden there was an uproar. It would be strange if the Tang Dynasty army and the Tubo army who were about to invade the Western Regions didn't move back.

After a long time, Tang Guan shook his head and smiled, presumably Wu Zhao should be very happy now.

But then Tang Guan actually said: "Brother Wan Er, I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Tang Guan started to return to the tent, Wan Feng looked at his leaving back, and then looked away after a long time, then looked at the insensitive slave under the pit, and couldn't help sighing softly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (this site) to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.)