Chapter 832: Mixed Formation (8600 Supplement)

The next day.

Propaganda Battalion.

The temporarily constructed camp was very large; numerous Fengxiang Army captives had been stripped of their weapons and personal belongings, and were squatting in a large group.

Once people lose their spirit, it is very easy for the few to bully the many.

Especially during wartime, there are even cases of a few capturing hundreds.

The two hundred patrolling Six Jia Divine Soldiers in this camp were enough to make these captives afraid to act rashly.

After all, yesterday, their Gallbladder had been shattered by the slaughter!

"Squad leader... what should we do?"

After all, the army is the group that emphasizes obedience the most, and it is also the main source of Qi Number!

Once this sentence was spoken, the captives below almost exploded.

Especially since Aaron 'transferred' hundreds more Six Jia Divine Soldiers on the second day, making him complain secretly: since there were people, why not send them all at once? It caused so many deserters, which would be a trouble later on.

After driving away irrelevant people, Aaron looked at the corpses one by one, activated the 'Bean Soldier Summoning' divine ability, and tossed in a Red Bean for each.

After all, since they had been given food to eat, it was clear they wouldn't be killed anymore, right?

At this thought, many people felt hope.

Ten years later, how many people would still be alive?

Yes, Aaron did not intend to kill all the captives and then refine them into Six Jia Divine Soldiers.

What surprised Zheng Wu somewhat was that these corpses were not buried immediately, but were to have their appearances specially tidied up before being carried into a large tent.

Zhan Da seemed not to see the undercurrents surging below and continued to speak loudly.

The surrendered soldiers below had long since had their officers picked out; without a leader, they were now clamoring one after another.

"In this way, even if dragged to the battlefield, with veteran soldiers leading... the combat effectiveness won't be too bad."

Aaron was very open-minded; after all, he had countless chances for trial and error, and the two arrived at the cemetery for the war dead built by the captives.

After all, being a laborer for three months could lead to all sorts of illnesses, and a few years could cost one's life!

Furthermore, Aaron also used the flesh-and-blood characteristics of 'Red' to slightly alter their appearances, so as not to scare acquaintances.

"Adding these five hundred or so, my Six Jia Divine Soldiers will break the one-thousand mark... and then I can mix them one-to-one with the captives, mixing in the sand to my heart's content."

"We have to try, don't we!"

Zhan Da was not ambiguous at this time, leading a thousand soldiers to suppress the thousand-plus captives below.

This soldier-rogue suddenly felt that this foreman looked somewhat familiar.

'No, no... perhaps it's a twin brother!'

He had thought very clearly last night: although the enemy was formidable, so many people had died, and only a few hundred remained; how could they guard over a thousand captives?

But when he walked out of the Propaganda Battalion, he suddenly froze.

"Shh!" The squad leader next to him, Zheng Wu, immediately signaled him to shut up: "If you don't choose, you'll be beheaded... Being a soldier is better than being a laborer, and besides... once you get a weapon, everything is negotiable... even if you dare not fight these lunatics again, you can still run away, can't you? The army breaking camp, marching, going to battle... there are plenty of opportunities!"

At the time, the leader's head had flown off, but now... how could he... be alive again?

Just as the two were looking at each other in dismay, a few more people came over, all carrying buckets and wooden bowls: "Come, come, come, time for porridge, time for porridge!"

Zhan Da waved his hand, and the one thousand Six Jia Divine Soldiers on the perimeter stepped forward in unison; this momentum immediately made these surrendered soldiers recall the tragic scene from before, and they became like quails, turning into turtles hiding in their shells.

As soon as this sentence came out, the eyes of the surrendered soldiers lit up: "Yes, yes... I am willing to be a soldier, I am willing to be a soldier!"

An expressionless Six Jia Divine Soldier held a whip, urging them from the front.

Although the porridge was very thin and even had a slightly sour smell, drinking it into their stomachs felt warm and reassuring.

Immediately, Six Jia Divine Soldiers stepped forward to take people away one by one.

It wasn't that killing captives was inauspicious, but that one couldn't keep doing it—considering it from the perspective of Qi Number, keeping obedient living people meant receiving Qi Points every day, which Six Jia Divine Soldiers couldn't provide!

It was also too extravagant to always use Six Jia Divine Soldiers to form an army.

"Hurry up!"

The ground below was actually all dirt, without a single corpse, but at least they had to put on a show.

"It shouldn't be... they didn't even make us dig pits!" The squad leader Zheng Wu seemed to be trying to boost his own morale.

Zhan Da continued: "However, since you have just joined the army, you can only serve as assistants to the regular soldiers... Now, everyone come forward, one after another!"

Having fought for a day and been left out all night, they were tired and hungry; the squad leader Zheng Wu hurriedly went over, took a bowl, and drank the porridge.

The soldier-rogue looked up and saw the great sun hanging high, the sunlight intense, and couldn't help but comfort himself, but his spine still felt a chill.

It seemed he had seen him on the battlefield yesterday, or perhaps he had even killed him himself!

However, after tidying up, even if the severed hands and feet were placed beside them, it was considered convenient.

It was generally about cleaning up the battlefield, dealing with corpses, and the like.

The soldier-rogue was shocked.

It was said that the Taoist priest above was merciful and wanted to perform a ritual to transcend them all before burial.

This cold feeling immediately made Zheng Wu shudder—this person was not joking!

The soldier-rogue immediately resigned himself to his fate and obediently went to carry the corpses.

Three days later.

"Second, join our army! Serve as a soldier for three years, and you will be released!"

Outside, neatly and orderly, three more hundred-man squads were lined up, and it was unknown where this army had come from.

Inside the tent.

The soldier-ruffians looked around, preparing to find an opportunity to run.

Zheng Wu followed a man with honest features? He didn't even know to make changes, at least sew up the tears; the masters above really didn't care about appearances..."

Once the porridge was finished, fierce-looking soldiers immediately entered, driving these surrendered soldiers to work.

"You are captives of our army, but Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, so we specially grant you two paths to survival... First, serve as slaves for ten years!"

"That's not right... Even if they don't bury us alive, with so many people dead, they should be digging pits to bury the corpses, otherwise, an epidemic will surely spread after the battle!"

Outside the Propaganda Battalion hung several bloody heads; these were the unlucky ones who had tried to escape in the past few days.

The man turned his head, his eyes staring fixedly at Zheng Wu: "My name is Zhang San. From today on, you will eat, live, train, and fight with me. If you move ten paces away from me, I will kill you!"

Dulongzi watched Zhan Da on the high platform with a Weird expression.

"Establish a shrine here, and send someone to guard it in the future."

Zheng Wu felt it was meddlesome, but he wore a smile on his face, repeatedly praising it as a 'benevolent policy'.

"This, can it work?"

"So there were reinforcements; adding them up, there are still five or six hundred people, all holding weapons. No wonder they aren't afraid of a thousand unarmed captives causing trouble!"

"We trust you all greatly; as long as you swear loyalty, we will issue weapons immediately!"

These corpses stood up at once, carrying a hint of vitality.

A surrendered soldier muttered: "Serve as a soldier for another three years? No... I want to go home... I miss my wife!"

A soldier-ruffian squatting on the ground secretly approached the squad leader Zheng Wu and asked in a low voice: "They won't kill the captives afterward, will they?"

"Three years?"

The two brushed past each other and caught a glimpse of one another.

"Silence!"

It is necessary to attempt to establish auxiliary armies, security forces, mixed-unit armies, and the like.

This scene was extremely horrifying, fortunately, no one saw it.

Not far away, Dulongzi watched this scene, unable to help but be speechless.

Straw mats were spread across the ground, with corpses lying on them, most missing arms or legs, their manner of death too ghastly to look at.

He pointed at the burial pit and gave the order.

This was to prevent grave robbing and avoid having some clues discovered; although if this news spread, only the enemy would be frightened, one's own people might also be terrified, after all, the human heart is always very fragile.

Moreover, this might not cover it up for long, but even if it is just burying one's head in the sand, it is at least a psychological comfort for one's own people, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)