Tsunozawa is endless.

In the spring of March, the spring girl walked with light steps and a smile.

The grass on the shore of the lake poked its head out and used the faint blue color to convey the message of spring to people; The cuckoo also sings the "Song of Spring" with its mellow and sweet voice, which is touching; A branch of lotus also broke out of the silt at the bottom of the river, growing tender green lotus leaf buds, looking from afar, like a sharp little sheep's horn; Not to be outdone, the peach tree smiled; Xiaoyan also came from the south, adding a lot of vitality to the spring.

The air is filled with the scent of damp earth------ spring breeze and drizzle enliven Tonozawa.

Wild ducks chase and play on the lake, and fish swim and grow in the water.

The green water is worry-free, and the face is wrinkled by the wind.

When the refreshing breeze blows, the surface of the lake ripples, and the weeping willows on the stone embankment also dance, showing off its charming and delicate heroic posture.

Although the willow is in the most vibrant spring, it is not as mature as before, but the slim and jade are showing a faint green color, which makes the delicate willow more flavorful.

Slender wicker straddled across the clear surface of the lake, covered with crystal clear water droplets, and the willow was reflected on the surface of the lake, making the lake water also dyed green, as if a lake of jade was flowing eastward.

On the west side of this mirrored Tonojo, there is a very large campsite.

There is a willow forest around the camp, but on the first day of spring, the snow melts, and the willow trees do not show their vitality, leaving only dead silence.

Because on this willow tree, there are people hanging without a single strand.

There are men and women, but there are still more men than women.

They hung on the willow tree, hung on the southeast branch, and under the blowing of the cold winter, turned into popsicles, maintaining the despair before death.

With a loud bang, the side door of the huge, Roman colosseum-like slave camp opened, and three men in thick black robes were dragging a bloodstained man all the way out of the slave camp.

The bloodstains left a hideous trail of blood on the pure snow.

In the end, the three of them chose a willow forest that no one was hanging on, and hung the half-dead man on it.

Lost a lot of blood and was covered with wounds all over my body....

After confirming that the rope was tightened, the three men in black let out a breath of white air, and without looking at the corpse, they walked straight back into the huge gladiatorial arena.

They were so skillful, so natural, that they were obviously done all the time, like hundreds of corpses in the willow forest.

In such weather, he was seriously injured, lost too much blood, and did not have much clothing on his body, and the weather outside was so cold, his results can be imagined.

Over the next few hours, he will gradually feel the loss of his life.

Until his true death is welcomed.

Or rather, liberation.

There were countless windows in the slave camp like a gladiatorial arena, and there were countless eyes in the countless windows, and when they looked at the willow grove with one more person, their eyes dimmed.

Every time there is one more person in the willow forest, the courage they have accumulated will disappear a point.

Freedom, survival, is something that everyone loves, but not quite.

For example, if it is for freedom, it will become a cold corpse in the willow forest, and no one wants it.

This desperate slave camp is the property of the Wuwei Duan clan, and this desperate willow forest is called the grave by the people of the slave camp.

The grave of the escapee is also the grave of courage.

At the gate of the slave camp, Cao Chong, dressed in brocade, stood, and behind him, Zhou Dufu Wei Yan and Jia Kui stood.

Others were Cao Chong's five hundred personal guards.

Today, Cao Chong came to this slave camp to select a few slaves.

Of course, these are all excuses, and the real purpose is just to familiarize Jia Kui with the troop layout of the slave camp.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles.

If you don't know anything, you would be foolish to attack the slave camp, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Standing in front of Cao Chong at this time was not Duan Cheng, but Duan Cheng's eldest son Duan Sui.

Duan Sui is about the same age as Cao Chong, and looking at his appearance, he thinks that he has some brushes, if he is a dull person, Duan Cheng will not let him receive him.

You must know that Cao Chong is now the cash cow of the Wuwei family, and they want to obtain huge benefits, the most important of which is his Luoyang Hou Cao Chong.

Cao Chong was not surprised by the Duan family's stammering.

"Prince, I don't know what kind of slave you want."

Cao Chong looked at Duan Sui, who was respectful in front of him, and said with a smile: "Duan Lang doesn't need to be nervous, Ben Hou is not a man-eating beast, you don't have to be so frightened." ”

Cao Chong patted Duan Sui's shoulder, which immediately made Duan Sui's face show a flattered expression.

"Duan Sui didn't think that Junhou was a man-eating beast, but he just felt that Junhou was there, which suddenly made Duan Sui feel radiant and couldn't look at it directly."

This compliment is fresh and refined.

Cao Chong smiled and said, "That's it, you tell me a little bit about how many slaves there are in your slave camp, and which slaves they are." ”

If it was someone else, Duan Sui would definitely not answer, if he had a low status, Duan Sui would directly refuse, if he was noble, Duan Sui would politely refuse.

But Cao Chong's identity is different.

Duan Sui remembered the task given to him by his father Duan Cheng.

That is to curry favor with the Marquis of Luoyang.

If you want to please Luoyang Hou, you naturally can't let Luoyang Hou be disappointed or angry, similar to this question, Duan Sui just turned around in his mind, and immediately said to Cao Chong: "There are probably more than thirteen slaves in this camp, but this will definitely not be an accurate number, and there is actually no accurate number. ”

"Every day, countless slaves are sent in, and countless slaves are sold, and as for those who die in the slave camps, there are also quite a few, thirteen thousand slaves, which should be a relatively close number."

Cao Chong nodded, not saying anything.

Being a slave is naturally miserable, there is no doubt about that.

The sources of these slaves were wide.

If you are a foreigner, you can just grab it directly, and Han slaves have to carry out some operations, so the price of Han slaves is much higher than that of alien slaves.

"Tell me a little bit about this slave camp."

Duan Sui nodded and led Cao Chong into the slave camp.

Entering the slave camp, although the temperature has increased, there is a chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

If there were ghosts, there would be countless ghosts in this slave camp.

This gladiatorial colosseum-like slave camp had three floors.

On the first floor were ordinary slaves, most of whom were Qianghu or Huns.

These are the losers of the battlefield between the clans, sold to the Duan clan by the winners.

These slaves, after being tamed, are slaves, and can be used as cannon fodder, or to open mines and farm, etc.

Their lives are not worth much, and they can buy a person for five baht.

Under the guidance of Duan Sui, Cao Chong visited many places, and when he was about to go up to the second floor, he found that this slave camp like a gladiatorial arena really had a gladiatorial arena.