"Boss, you're here." The knights were sweating from their work, and the commander, Red-maned Yanglie, was also sweating, and he looked even more anxious than the knights.
"Well, it seems you can have a good meal tonight." Xiaobai looked at the fresh animal meat piled next to him, nodded and said with a smile.
"You can eat it with an open stomach. It's a rare good thing!" After hearing Xiao Bai's words, the red-maned Yanglie's eyes lit up. Then he looked at Xiao Bai and asked with some doubts: "Boss, are you?
I am interested in that woman, but why do I feel that you treat her differently from others?"
In the past, when they fought, Xiaobai never said a word. They mostly killed and surrendered. Surrender did not exist. The knights did not believe in the surrender of the wilderness people at all. They always felt that there was a conspiracy in it. In the process of killing, Xiaobai
Bai never had a word, and he never spoke to any wilderness tribesman.
Just now, before killing the two giant beasts, the red-maned Yang Lie watched helplessly as Xiao Bai stopped beside the female leader and stood for a moment.
Although Xiaobai had his back turned to him at the time, Hongmane Yanglie still guessed what Xiaobai said to the female leader.
The attitude has changed. It is different from the treatment of other wilderness tribesmen. The things here are worth pondering.
Xiaobai is their boss, the backbone. If Xiaobai's attitude changes, their attitudes will also change. Hongmane Yanglie still has this point of vision.
"Huh?" Xiaobai glanced at Red Mane Yanglie with a different look. Why did this guy suddenly become smarter, but he still covered it up and said: "I helped you collect a group of slaves."
"Are you really taking the wilderness tribesmen as slaves?" Red-maned Yanglie's eyes widened and he said in surprise. He felt that even if he wanted to take the wilderness tribesmen as slaves, he would have to choose what kind of tribesmen had defected from the caravans.
How can we choose Aboriginal people?
"Is there anything wrong with them?" Xiaobai asked with some confusion when he saw that Hongmane Yanglie's expression was not right.
"They are indigenous people." Hongmane Yanglie muttered.
"???" said the little white man with a black face. After all, he was not from the grassland and did not understand the caravan's attitude towards the tribesmen in the grassland wilderness.
"They are livestock, worse than slaves. Letting them be slaves is a huge benefit to them." Red-maned Yanglie continued to mutter.
Is that so?
Xiaobai blinked his eyes, oh, that's right, no wonder she was so happy when he asked Yingman'er to gather the tribesmen, and she regarded her status as a slave as a benefit, right?
The Red-Maned Lie Horse Tribe was rebuilt after its destruction. There were no slaves around them, so Xiaobai had not deliberately understood the grassland people’s distinctions between the tribesmen’s grades. When he heard the words of Red-maned Yang Lie, he couldn’t help but ask.
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There was nothing to hide about this matter. Everyone in the caravan knew it, so Hongmane Yanglie told Xiaobai the truth.
Only then did Xiao Bai realize that the hierarchical system of the grassland people was quite strict. Compared to the forest, it was even worse.
Compared to lower-class humans, livestock have a lower status, and they are the kind of existence that does not matter whether they live or die.
Lower class people are also slaves. Generally, they still have some human rights. For example, slave owners usually provide food to help them survive. However, livestock do not have this kind of treatment. It is normal for them not to be fed. They will die from exhaustion and illness.
He deserves it. If he is killed, he will be killed. There is no room for reasoning.
While the knights were busy taking care of the giant beast, Yingman'er had already gathered his people and conveyed Xiaobai's message.
Most of the tribesmen did not stay, especially the old people. They were too deeply influenced by the wilderness culture and did not bother to be other people's slaves. They would rather die in the wilderness. There were only a few thirty people left.
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However, these thirty or so people are all relatively young and have less influence from the wilderness culture. They are also influenced by the British barbarians, and they yearn for the outside world even more.
With more than thirty men and women, Ying Man'er came to Xiao Bai's side. Her face was slightly red and she felt that she had not done well in the first task given to her by her master.
A tribe of hundreds of people only brought over thirty people in the end. Did this prove that he was incompetent?
Xiaobai and Red-maned Yanglie turned around and looked at the wilderness tribesmen standing behind them. Their emotions were different. Xiaobai was a god and came from the forest. He had a relatively friendly attitude toward slaves and seemed very friendly.
Gentle and with a smile on his face.
Red-maned Yanglie is an authentic grassland man. He has been educated and influenced by the caravan ideology since he was a child. He has no good feelings toward the tribesmen in the wilderness and has a cold face, as if the thirty or so people in front of him owe him money.
"Master, I..." Ying Man'er stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Bai's hand.
"From today on, you are the slaves of the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe, um, that's right." Xiaobai said simply. He didn't think that Yingman'er was as capable as she was worried about. On the contrary, he
I feel like Yingmaner did a great job.
The tribesmen in the wilderness are unruly and unruly, so instead of attracting those with ulterior motives, it would be better to have fewer people and be more down-to-earth.
Will these people remain slaves?
Xiaobai doesn't think so. He plans to follow the path of the reincarnation tribe and continue to use culture to brainwash them until they integrate the wilderness culture and the caravan culture and willingly join the red-maned horse tribe. By that time, their
Your identity will be washed away, you will no longer be a slave, and you will officially become a member of the Red Mane Horse Tribe.
Holding on to the old attitude and not thinking about making progress will eventually lead to destruction. Only by liberating the mind and melting and integrating everything like a furnace can we create a great civilization!
If he hadn't had such an idea, Xiaobai would never have come to the grassland at all.
In my previous life, why my motherland has a cultural history of five thousand years and has become one of the four ancient civilizations in the world is because of its ability to absorb. With its own culture as the core, it constantly absorbs and integrates, learns the beneficial aspects of other cultures, and constantly
Only by strengthening ourselves and seeking common ground while reserving differences can the motherland continue to be prosperous and strong.
The same is true in other worlds, so Xiaobai doesn't have any psychological burden.
Whether they are grassland people or wilderness people, it is the same. Their identity is human beings. Their mortal enemies will definitely not be the human race, but giant beasts and giant insects. Therefore, absorbing them is the best way.
Now that Xiaobai has spoken, Red-maned Yanglie has nothing to say. The boss's words are the truth and cannot be refuted. He can only snort coldly and continue to direct the knights to work.
"Master, what are we going to do?" Ying Man'er came to Xiao Bai and asked in a low voice.
The knights are all busy, and slaves like them are doing nothing, which is somewhat unjustifiable.
Xiaobai turned his head to look at her very gently and said, "You can take the people to live, find a place to wash the meat, and make barbecue later."