The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

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“Don’t forget, my master is a cultivator in the Free and Easy Realm, and the three of us are in the Divine Sea Realm. The highest of them is the Leaping Ordinary Realm. Even if there are more of them, they will be scared by the might we exude. How dare they attack us?” Shen Lang patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, just follow me. I guarantee that you will eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, and do the safest things.”

"Boss, we are not afraid of danger." Erniu said, "We are just afraid that death is not worth it..."

"I know that many cultivators are selfish and like to treat ordinary people as abandoned pawns, but I am not that kind of person." Shen Lang said, "Do you know that we have all made contributions? As for the two people we captured, as long as we hand them over, everyone will have made contributions. According to the reward mechanism, each of you can get one or two taels of silver..."

"Really?" Erniu's eyes lit up: "Boss, we didn't do anything to catch these two, and we can still share the money?"

"Of course." Shen Lang assured.

Mo Yi struggled for a quarter of an hour before he clapped his hands and came out of the room.

Now, it was Shen Lang's turn to go in.

This is only the case with Mo Yi. Except for Mo Yi, who is in the special Free and Easy Realm, other people in the Free and Easy Realm have no idea how to target the soul.

Looking at the dying general, Shen Lang smiled and took out the slave collar.

When Shen Lang played games in the past, he always liked to save the good stuff for last. There were even some good stuff that he never used, and he just kept it there and didn't use it even after completing the game.

The higher the level of this slave collar, the more useful it is. If used by a person at the celestial realm, it can even control someone like the Wolf Lord.

But, I don’t know how long that will take.

The beast crisis encountered this time and being in a war-torn area taught Shen Lang a good lesson. Shen Lang realized that some cards are only cards if used, but dead cards if not used. He didn't want to be so frustrated that he would be killed in seconds by someone with only 17 cards left.

This general has a lot of room for utilization in terms of both personal strength and status. Simply handing him over would be the most worthless use of him.

Under the general's desperate gaze, Shen Lang's slave collar was put around his neck.

In an instant, Shen Lang felt a pain in his head, and his mental power rushed towards the collar frantically.

Shen Lang even felt a tearing sensation, as if someone was trying to pull his brain out of his body.

"Ah!" The general screamed with his last bit of strength.

He tried desperately to resist, but he couldn't resist this force!

Unfortunately, Mo Yi is Mo Yi after all, and he is still very reliable most of the time.

Now this general's soul and spirit are weaker than Shen Lang's!

I don’t know how long it has been...

"Master... Borjigin Temur, at your service..."

Chapter 122 Battlefield

Temur's soul and spirit have been completely branded by Shen Lang, and the slave collar has fundamentally changed his mind.

In his heart, Shen Lang is above everything else.

"Huh... I really have contracted a master from the Free and Easy Realm. Then can I contract with the Divine You Realm?" After thinking about this, Shen Lang dispelled those weird ideas.

You've already used it, there's no need to regret it.

Jumping two levels is already extremely risky, and taking even greater risks can easily lead to accidents.

"What is your plan?" Shen Lang sat in front of Temur and started asking questions.

"Use the monsters to capture Cannes and seize the food and grass in Cannes..."

After interrogating for a while, Shen Lang was speechless.

Damn, this guy knows very little!

To put it simply, all the tribes on the grassland now ostensibly listen to the Wolf Lord and obey his orders, but they all have their own little thoughts.

This time, the Qiyan tribe saw that the Wolf Lord used the celestial phenomena to make the sky full of yellow sand, covering half of the northern border.

Then, the Wolf Lord mobilized his troops on his own. No one knew what military actions he would take, and he did not inform other tribes in advance.

Asujiba of the Qiyan tribe thought that the Wolf Lord would take this opportunity to attack the cities of the Great Zhou and seize food, so he prepared to strike first and grab more food.

"Then, can you lead us into your tribe?" Shen Lang suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

"Okay." Temur nodded.

Shen Lang snapped his fingers.

good chance!

What is the highest level of scout? Go directly to someone's house to get intelligence!

…………

There is a fierce offensive and defensive battle going on in Cannes now.

Asujiba's soul left his body and looked down at the entire battlefield from high above.

Although the wind and sand are so strong that people cannot see too far, this cannot block the observation of the soul.

神游

A strong person in this realm observes the souls of everyone in this kind of weather, rather than simply observing with the naked eye.

The troops from four directions were attacking frantically.

Seen from a high altitude, people look like ants, with weak souls lined up and rushing towards the city.

They held leather shields and moved forward bit by bit.

Catapults loaded with flaming stones were transported from Muyun City and smashed towards Kangcheng.

When the stone appears above Cannes, the magic circle covering Cannes will block and crush the stone.

As for the remaining small stones and debris, the defensive magic circle ignored them and allowed them to fall down.

When the stones fell to a certain depth, the buffer array in the city lit up, reducing the lethality of the falling stones and allowing the stones to be used within the city.

It can be said that this magic array is set up very scientifically.

Well...it looks cleaner now.

The things thrown before were all strange things, such as gold juice, which made the city stink. For a while, the busiest people in the city were the dung pickers...

In addition to normal cleaning, many monks have to use magical instruments to expel the smell, otherwise the city would be like Weibo now.

"This bunch of rubbish..."

Asuji and his eight companions were high in the sky, watching the efficiency of the grassland people's attack and were furious.

Go ahead, hurry up and go ahead!

The enemy's defense has obviously weakened. If we don't attack now, when will we attack?

"Drum for me!"

Asujiba waved his hand and said, "I have practiced siege tactics on the grassland for so long, not for you to retire here!"

Boom, boom, boom...

The drums roared, and the grassland soldiers on the four sides of the city walls attacked faster, but it was still difficult to achieve results.

For a moment, Asujiba was as anxious as an ant on hot pan.

If we can't take this down, the Wolf Lord's troops will come!

It’s all the fault of that loser Temur. If the wolf pack hadn’t been lost and if there were still wolves leading the charge, would it have turned out like this?

Unfortunately, the barbarians that were driven here earlier have all been used up. Otherwise, letting the barbarians attack the city would have been extremely effective...

…………

There is chaos in Cannes now.

"Hurry up, don't you know how to demolish the house? You, you, you, take your hammers!" The constable stood on a small platform, holding a whip, and shouted, "You clumsy guys, do you want the grassland people to break in?"

"If the grassland people invade, your wives and daughters will all become their playthings. When they get tired of playing with them, they will even give them to cattle and horses to play with!"

"Women become playthings, and men become slaves."

"I used a whip, and they used an iron whip!"

"When the time comes, you will only be fed sheep dung for a day, without even rice or flour!"

"If you get sick or die, just throw it out to feed the wolves. You want a coffin? You want to keep your body intact? You're dreaming!"

The constable was giving a passionate speech.

A group of beggars, all skinny and hungry, were also moving stones. Some of them ran away when they saw that something was wrong.

These empty houses are actually their homes.

There is no way. They don’t have a land deed. When they lived here normally, no one cared and everyone turned a blind eye. But now someone is caring and the house is being demolished. Their home is gone, and they have to go along with the demolition, otherwise they will be arrested and beaten to death.

There is no such thing as human rights in this era.

Before, their protection was the local Beggars' Gang, but when the war broke out, those who had some ability all fled, including the leader of the Beggars' Gang.

The leader of the Beggar Gang bullied ordinary beggars all day long and took away what they asked for, but he was also their umbrella of protection, the umbrella that united them together.

Without such people, beggars will become scattered sand, vulnerable to being beaten and killed by the constables.

Crime?

Just accuse him of being a grassland spy.

Several laborers were moving stones onto a cart. One of them had bloody hands and no one knew how much they had moved.

He was a little dazed, looking at the stone and the cart in front of him, it seemed as if there were two shadows.

"Hu, hu... um..." The laborer swallowed his saliva, picked up the stone in front of him, put it on the cart with great effort, and used his shoulder to push it to prevent it from falling.

Since he was forced to work, he has not eaten a single bite of food or drunk a single drop of water.

He was a courier and was not good at moving things.

If he were to pull the cart, his efficiency would be much higher.

However, when he proposed to the constable, he was responded with a whip...

These detectives did not care at all who did what. They firmly carried out the orders of the county magistrate, determining how many people were needed to demolish the house, move things, load the trucks, and transport the goods.

The detective’s idea was simple: if he were to do statistics, how much time would it waste?

"Hurry up!" The constable whipped the civilian.

"Ah..." The laborer felt pain and continued to move up tremblingly.

poof...

He didn't hold it firmly and the huge stone hit his foot.

Click...

The sound of cracking bones was heard.

"Ah!" the civilian screamed.

His feet are his life, the means for him to survive and support his family!

His foot was hit by a stone, how could he not be anxious?

Seeing this, several laborers hurried to help him move the stone away.

"You useless piece of shit, go home and stop being an eyesore here!" The constable glared at him.