Three thousand slaves disembarked, half men and women.
The craftsmen and sailors were all men, and the original purpose of acquiring female slaves was mainly for population balance.
Reggie was excitedly preparing to check the female slaves' bodies just now, but the moment he saw them, all Reggie's interest disappeared.
With sticky hair, dirty cheeks, mud all over the body, an expression like a living dead and a suffocating smell, a life without hope is worse than the walking dead.
Old Hill saw Reggie's discomfort, and he whispered: "Fortunately it is winter, otherwise you would still see all kinds of bugs. If you don't want to stay here, go back to the castle to rest. I'll leave this place to you."
That’s me.”
"Ah? Okay..." Reggie really didn't want to stay any longer. He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Old Hill shouting: "Take off all your clothes!"
God, what is he doing!
Reggie quickly turned around and said, "What do you want to do? They are women! It's winter now!"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Old Hill asked in surprise, "They are just slaves."
Nipoli said from the side: "Lord, Mr. Hill's approach is correct. I believe you will not be stingy about making new clothes for the slaves. You can just find them some rags to cover their bodies. But if you let them
Bringing the original clothes into the city is likely to attract parasites and plagues."
"At least it shouldn't be here." Reggie knew that this was a normal thing for slaves. While they were talking, many slaves had already taken off their clothes. "Let them put their clothes on first and put them on."
Send them to their place of residence, I've prepared clothes for them, hurry up, Erwin...damn it!"
Erwin isn't here, and Reggie is already missing him.
This matter cannot be left to the vice-captain Mardi, as this reckless guy is likely to cause trouble.
While he was busy, Reggie thought of the God of Death beside him: "Modesa, take them to their residence in the north of the city, let them take a bath, and change their clothes. I have prepared the clothes, and then help Imma give them some clothes."
They check the body."
Modessa asked: "Sir, do you treat them as human beings or slaves?"
"Of course as a human being!" Reggie gave the answer without hesitation, although his answer shocked Old Hill and Nipoli.
Modesa looked back at the slaves, then at Reggie, and said, "But they still have shackles on their bodies."
Reggie turned to Nipoli and said, "Please remove their shackles."
Nipoli said: "I don't recommend you do this."
"why not?"
"As far as I know, you have less than three hundred soldiers under your command," Nipoli shook his head. "These are three thousand slaves. Before you completely tame them, I don't recommend that you open their shackles. On the one hand, it can prevent
On the other hand, they ran away for your safety."
There is no need to worry about safety. Jiawen and the First Army are behind them. In the face of bombs and grenades, these unarmed slaves pose no threat at all.
As for escaping.
If they wanted to escape, Reggie had no intention of stopping them.
"Don't worry, friend, this is my territory and I can control everything."
Since Reggie was so confident, Nipoli said no more. He asked people to open the shackles. Perhaps they had exhausted their strength on the ship, or perhaps they were over-enslaved. These slaves had no intention of escaping.
With the help of the First Army, Modessa sent them to the wasteland north of the city, where there were temporary houses built for them by Reggie.
Reggie knew that his actions made Nipoli a little confused. He didn't want to affect future trade. He put his arm around Nipoli's shoulders and said with a smile: "Good friend, as you said, I got a new territory in the north.
There are a lot of things waiting for me to do, and I need these slaves to work for me immediately, so I was a little anxious just now."
"You don't need to explain anything to me," Nipoli smiled. "The slaves belong to you, and you are free to control them how you want."
"Come on, old friend, come to my castle and let's have a drink."
"I won't disturb you anymore, sir. I have made an appointment with Mr. Hill to have dinner at his house."
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To the north of Broken Snow City, all the way to Hanfeng Fortress, there is nearly fifty miles of no-man's land.
According to the previous territorial division, twenty miles south of the fortress belongs to the Bayer Kingdom, and twenty miles away belongs to the Xuexue City. Because they are often plundered by soldiers from the Bayer Kingdom, the residents of the Xuexue City do not dare to approach the border easily and lose their
In order to seize the opportunity to plunder, the soldiers of the Bayer Kingdom no longer easily left the fortress, and the huge place became an overgrown wasteland.
Now that Han Maple Fortress belongs to Reggie, it is time to re-plan this vast land.
Reggie planned to build 400 simple houses (cement and stone houses without foundations) in this area to help the slaves survive the winter.
But the slaves arrived a month early, and only 200 cement houses were completed, while the number of slaves increased by 1,000, which made the living space extremely tight.
There are more than 2,000 people, including men and women, adults and children, as well as hundreds of couples and their children. It is really difficult to reasonably allocate accommodation.
But Modesa's distribution method was simple and effective. He drew a line in the center of the residence. Men lived in the east and women lived in the west. Each occupied one hundred houses, and the division was completed.
After the slaves settled in, someone quickly brought them charcoal, and the cold and damp cement house gradually became warmer.
At noon, Reggie sent someone to deliver lunch. Smelling the smell of broth, the slaves began to feel uneasy.
Most of them had never eaten meat. Two strong men rushed up to grab a bowl of soup. Modesa picked up one with one hand, used a signature death collision, knocked them unconscious, and then threw them in the
on the ground.
"Take the earthen pot, line up, and come to get food!"
Modesa has been a slave for half his life. He understands the temperament of slaves and knows how to communicate with slaves.
He knew that Reggie wanted to give freedom to the slaves, but these slaves had been treated like animals. Before they regained their human dignity and bottom line, giving them freedom easily would turn them into beasts.
A six or seven-year-old boy received a night of hot soup and a piece of bread. He only took a bite of the bread and was snatched away by a man. Before the man could stuff the bread into his mouth, Modesa picked it up.
A stone accurately hit the man's cheek.
The man cried out in pain, fell to the ground, and shouted to Modesa: "My lord, I am his father! This is my son's bread!"
"So you are his father," Modesa stepped forward and kicked the man, "but what can I do?"
The man quickly picked up the bread from the ground and handed it to Modessa.
Modessa stuffed the bread into the man's mouth: "This piece of bread belongs to you, and your bread belongs to the child."
Modesa threw the man aside and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, you can eat your own food, and you can only eat your own food! This is the rule you must abide by! After eating, go wash up.
Take a shower, get a new piece of clothing, and wait for the doctor to check your body. Those who pass the examination will get a straw mat and quilt, and have a good sleep. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
Modesa was about to inspect other rooms when a man in his thirties stopped him: "You are our master, right?"
Modesa shook her head and said, "No, I'm not."
"Can you take me to see my master? I know how to read and write. I can do many things for my master."
"This is a good thing," Modesa showed a rare smile, "Someone will come looking for you, and I believe you will find a good job."