The third uncle left the order and went back, leaving the mess to Ran Jun.

Alas, I dare not disobey!

Didn’t you see the eager looks of the seven sword-wielding guards? You must not send these girls to the Women’s Army...

Why? The girls in the Detachment of Women are all thinking about making achievements, so how can they have time to love each other?

Look at their leader Ling Ruo... He has a saber, a machine gun, and a grenade...

Hey, the female soldiers below? They are not the same!

Not to mention whether they dared to provoke him or not, not even the third uncle dared to do it. Didn't they just ask Ran Jun to operate behind the scenes?

Thinking about it, it’s right. We shouldn’t train some female men. We should train some old bachelors, right?

…

The night gradually deepened with the busy day, and the quiet people in the city became normal.

There are voices, frogs croaking, insects chirping...

The lights are also brighter, and it finally looks interesting.

"Reporting to the patriarch, there are a total of 41,576 people in the concentration camp, including 28,123 males and 13,453 females, 20% of whom are young.

, young people account for 70%, and old people account for 10%.”

The report is about culture and entertainment, and the numbers are detailed. Considering his level of education, it is not difficult to count these.

"Well, yes, our team has grown a lot." Ran Xiong nodded, but he was a little unsure about the number of people.

"Let me know if you have any ideas." Ran Xiong looked at the senior officials of the Tulang clan and motioned to Mu Zi next to him to give him some tea.

...but the scene was relatively quiet.

"Yeah? Are you mute? Tell me!" Ran Xiong was not used to silence, especially in a hall full of high-rise buildings, which was too lifeless.

Finally, the leader of the fifth regiment, Ran Zijiang, could no longer sit still. He stood up and said, "Chief, don't you know if there is something you should say or not?"

"Tell me, what's sour about?" Ran Xiong blew on the tea to dissipate the heat.

"Then I'll tell you! I think these slaves are of no use to our clan. Saving them is already an act of kindness. If we keep them anymore, I'm afraid it will be a waste of food." Ran Ziwei said it rather euphemistically, and sat down after finishing speaking.

.

However, one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and this topic is exactly what everyone wants to discuss.

"The rest of the people

Let’s talk about them one by one.” Ran Xiong took a sip, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the Duyun Maojian of Wantu was indeed authentic.

Then another person stood up, he was Ran Ke, the leader of the third regiment.

"Chief, these borers are all eggless goods. If you ask me, they will cause trouble sooner or later. It's better to kill them now to save food from wasting like what the fifth regiment leader said." Ran Ke said.

After that, he also sat down.

But then, the leader of the Sixth Regiment, Ran Long, stood up again and said: "Didn't the clan leader say that people who are not from my clan must have different hearts? I think that in order to avoid more trouble and facilitate management, I killed him

These people!"

"Bang!" Lingtuo slapped the table. She couldn't stand hearing it anymore and cursed, "Are you crazy? Are your brains caught in the door? There are more than 40,000 people, and you're going to kill them as soon as you say it?"

Ling Ruo said that she was grinning. This description meant that she was really angry, burning with rage, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

As for the special coach Ma Biao and the tea-server Mu Zi, as outsiders who were not members of the Tulang tribe and joined behind the scenes, they turned blue and found it difficult to open their mouths for a moment.

Do people who are not of my race have different minds?

As for the second uncle, he seems to be asleep. He should have been talking non-stop at this time before.

"Brother, how about killing those men?" Ran Feng also stood up and suggested. He didn't know why he stood up, but the word Tulang clan made him feel obligated to stand up.

"Lao San, you are itchy, right? Are you going to kill? Nearly 30,000 men, are you going to kill?" Ling Ruo was still yelling, and she looked at Ran Feng who was furious.

However, she was also powerless. She didn't know why even Ran Feng chose to support killing.

So, in the end she could only look at Ran Xiong.

So, everyone looked at Ran Xiong.

No matter how much you talk and discuss, you still have to look at that man?

"Why are you all looking at me? I'll let you all talk, is it over? Anyone can say it, such as Ma Biao or Mu Zi." Ran Xiong was still drinking tea, leisurely.

Having no choice but to bite the bullet, Ma Biao stood up: "Chief, it's not easy to live in the last days. Maybe they can prove that they are useful?"

"What's the use?" he asked loudly. The person who spoke was Ran Zhiguo, the leader of the regiment who was gradually recovering, without giving Ma Biao any face.

As for Mu Zi? How dare she speak? Her hands holding the hot water bottle were shaking. She couldn't talk about anything.

explain?

Ma Biao could only sit down.

"That's not what you said. The first regiment leader spoke a bit overbearingly. It is the clan leader who has the final say whether this will be useful or not." The third uncle spoke and no longer closed his eyes to meditate.

"Yes, yes, hey, third uncle, I'm just quick to talk." Ran Zhiguo used to be very warm-hearted, but it seems that he has changed a lot since he lost one hand.

"Actually, I was thinking before, with so many people joining, will the Tulang tribe still be the Tulang tribe?" Ran Xiong finally stood up and spoke.

"When I was in Mufan Town, I felt that the tribe was disorganized and we needed to use the German model to regulate behavior and gather strength. But today, I no longer use it."

"Do you know why? Because to this day, every clan member is united because they feel they have power and they have more desires!"

"This is a good thing!"

"So, do you think you have power, do you think you have desires? I do! On the contrary, you want to kill people because you are afraid. You have one or two thousand people under your command now, and you are so powerful. You dare not lose them!"

"What about me? Have you ever considered me? I believe in you. You are capable of managing 10,000, 20,000, 120,000, 200,000 people, do you understand? The Tulang tribe can also be called Tulang country in the future, do you understand?"

"Don't let me just be a small patriarch who lives and works. I beg you, hehe! I want to be the leader of tens of millions of people, will you help me achieve it?"

"The above is my ambition! When we are satisfied with food and clothing, we will not go to conquer the world, but we must not stop, because there are stronger forces and greater difficulties waiting for us!"

"Also, you must also be the best among ten thousand people! That way, my people, that is, you, can sit back and relax and live up to your original intention."

"At least, I am above tens of thousands of people, you are above ten thousand people, and the rest of the clan are above thousands? Above hundreds? At that time, what kind of apocalyptic crisis will there be for our clan?"

"You guys, don't be afraid of crowds, don't be afraid of chaos, and don't be afraid of losing your status. I'm here."

After that, Ran Xiong left.

Everyone was stunned. How should they react when they finally realized it? Even Ma Biao was so excited that he had some convulsions...

Some ambitions and some clans will not stop at the beginning. That clan leader is not just the Tulang clan clan leader!

In the last days, the leader of all clans?
Chapter completed!