Chapter 84: Calling Himself Emperor and Ancestor

The night was dark and the wind was high.

Zhang Gui finally "ate clean" all the remains on the giant reef.

After several months of investigation.

He was already familiar with the three large slave transit points on the west side of Giant Serpent Head Island, including Roujin City, which were spawned by the long-term Southern Red Continent slave-catching business.

As for similar small and medium-sized gathering points, there were none.

Because the distance between Giant Serpent Head Island and the Western He Continent was, after all, much farther than Dongsheng Continent.

The tangible and intangible costs of maintaining sea gathering points were much higher.

Only a sufficiently large business scale was worth doing.

Of course, the corresponding sunk costs were also more difficult to give up.

After "digesting" the dead bones of the Western He Continent slaves.

Zhang Gui randomly selected the luckiest one-tenth from the slaves who had entered the port of Roujin City that day but hadn't been counted yet.

Using the power of the "Capital" element rule to connect with divine authority, he instantly moved them to the Guiyang Palace square of the Shangshi Corpse Capital.

Similar operations were already familiar.

Song Huawen, the "white paper fan" of the makeshift "True Dragon Empire," personally led people to take away the hundreds of bewildered Southern Red Continent slaves to do so-called "basic citizen education."

Zhang Gui ran into the bedroom without delay.

He jumped into a water pool filled with massive amounts of medicinal herbs.

He lit the fire oil in the trenches around the pool.

The fire oil made of whale fat was piled with ore.

Under the scorching flames, it soon became red-hot.

At this time, Zhang Gui was opening his mouth to inhale the flames;

while opening the pores of his whole body to absorb the fine water flow soaked into an emerald green by the medicinal herbs in the pool.

Seeing that the ore was burned, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the red-hot ore with his bare hands, rubbing it hard against his body.

After a while, the fontanelle on the top of his head opened, black slurry surged out, turning into a fungal mat.

On the mat, dense, overlapping remains, both virtual and real, rolled slowly.

In this way, the last bit of soul essence of hundreds or thousands of dead people was slowly squeezed out.

The volatilized ghostly light flickered.

About two hours later, Song Huawen, who had recovered to the appearance of a middle-aged man, strolled into the bedroom.

Seeing the scene inside, which was like hell, he didn't care at all.

He just avoided the overly scorching firelight and reported loudly from afar:

"Great King, the 737 new citizens accepted tonight have been temporarily settled.

Although there are still few who are literate, they are all very docile.

Whatever is said, they do.

In the final Q&A session, not even one person raised their hand."

"Sure enough, new citizens who were slaves are the easiest to educate and assimilate.

It's just that although Southern Red Continent people are roughly the same as us in language, their appearance is slightly different.

A bit like Indians, but fortunately, at the very least, their skin color is similar.

It's just that it's hot over there, so they are a bit darker, fortunately, it's not the black foundation like black people.

Of course, I'm not discriminating, it's just, how should I put it, personal aesthetic preferences are different."

Hearing Zhang Gui say strange things again, Old Song asked strangely:

"Great King, where exactly in the Four Continents of Diyuan are there Indians?

And where are the black people?

I must find them to take a look in the future."

Zhang Gui laughed loudly:

"You probably won't be able to find them.

There is no possibility of finding them at all.

Let's talk about serious business.

After finding those three Western He Continent slave-trading hubs on the island, the problem of the True Dragon Kingdom's short-term population growth is completely solved.

If I don't care about anything and fleece the sheep wholeheartedly, on average, I can fleece at least 2,500 good young and strong people every day.

If they weren't strong laborers, they wouldn't be able to survive there at all.

However, it is very important for a country to have a fixed number of citizens, but the key is the quality of the citizens.

Now I feel a bit too aggressive, it's time to slow down.

What do you think, Song Gong?"

"The Great King loves to win steadily, so your thoughts are naturally correct.

Not to mention that now the proportion of Song Ming, no, it should be Dongsheng Continent people in our True Dragon Kingdom is not even one-third.

It is also a bit inappropriate."

Zhang Gui waved his hands while gritting his teeth:

"Before our first ancestor king of Dongsheng Continent, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, was born.

There was no concept of 'Dongsheng people' in the world at all.

He conquered all his enemies,

and after turning the nobles, commoners, and slaves of other national tribes into his own people, he collectively called them 'Dongsheng people.'

Now I named the country I created 'True Dragon.'

I regard those who recognize my philosophy as 'True Dragon people.'

What is inappropriate about this?

So I don't have your misgivings."

Song Huawen had felt in recent days that he understood Zhang Gui very well.

But after hearing these words, he suddenly felt that he understood him too shallowly.

After a moment of silence, he said:

"Great King, this is the first time I have met someone who compares himself to the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan and still feels normal.

What is even more bizarre is that since stepping onto the True Dragon territory, I have always felt that you are a humble, peaceful, and very self-restrained person.

Hearing your extremely arrogant self-comparison just now, it should have broken this impression.

But I don't know why, I feel from the bottom of my heart that you are not arrogant.

Since that's the case, let this old man continue to follow you.

Let's see if I can eventually become the second 'Da Chang'!"

Da Chang now refers to the flags used by emperors of major Dongsheng Continent countries to worship heaven.

The flag is painted with the sun, moon, black, and white, symbolizing the rotation of yin and yang.

In ancient times, it referred to the important minister under the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, the Taichang clan.

It is also the "prime minister" himself in the allusion of "the holy emperor hangs his hands and rules, the prime minister regulates yin and yang."

Old Song's praise and self-praise drew a burst of wild laughter from Zhang Gui.

At this time, the True Dragon Kingdom's number one military general, Sang Gui, also walked into the bedroom.

Without even looking at Song Huawen, he asked Zhang Gui respectfully:

"Great King, it's almost the Little New Year, should we prepare to recruit new soldiers again?"

Zhang Gui nodded:

"That is of course.

And the number of new recruits must be recruited according to one-tenth of the number of people of military age in our True Dragon Kingdom on the day of recruitment.

If the number of military officers is not enough, select them from the outstanding elements among the soldiers recruited in the previous round.

Well, don't limit it to those one hundred single-stone corpse soldiers.

Even if the quality of ordinary people is very different from single-stone corpse soldiers, even if you have to create them, you must create a few examples of latecomers surpassing the predecessors.

Now I can get thousands of corpses every day in those three slave cities on the west side of our Giant Serpent Head Island.

After packing them with primordial ability, digest a small part with divine cluster development, and save the rest for refining ten or hundred-stone corpse soldiers in the future.

Now our True Dragon Kingdom only has you and Song Gong as hundred-stone corpse soldiers.

The next step, as the population base increases, after selecting professional soldiers through recruitment.

The soldiers participating in national wars in the future will start as single-stone corpse soldiers.

Ten-stone corpse soldiers and hundred-stone corpse soldiers will also become the norm."

Such a plan undoubtedly expanded the military power in the True Dragon Kingdom.

Sang Gui was naturally full of joy.

And building a country on an island in the outer sea, only with strong military strength will the country truly be stable.

So Song Huawen also highly agreed with Zhang Gui's strategy of strengthening the army.

Both bowed and saluted, "The Great King is wise."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 85 =====