Wang Lang's handling of prisoners of war was simple and rough. For these enemies, he did not have the patience to educate them like a saint. In his eyes, these people were just tools for work.

He repelled the enemy's attack again, which made Wang Lang's prestige reach its peak. Everyone in the Salt Tribe was full of confidence, as if there was no enemy in this world who could compete with his tribe.

Two days later, after the buried soldiers who died in battle, Wang Lang led a large army to escort a large number of prisoners back.

The naked slaves, tied with their hands, were staggering and struggling forward with difficulty under the drive of the whip.

As long as those slaves fell down, they would be whipped by the soldiers around them. It would be fine if they could stand up immediately. If those who could not stand up, they would be shoving sharp spears into their chests.

After two days, more than a dozen corpses were left on this bloody and tears road.

The team that went out to fight returned with a great victory, and the Yan Village suddenly became lively.

That night, the tribe cared all night to celebrate the victory of the battle.

The next day, Wang Lang sent workers to find a piece of open space and ordered people to dig a large number of soil pits here. This place will become a prison in the future to detain these prisoners of war who came back alive.

At this moment, these prisoners of war gathered outside the wall tremblingly. After seeing the tall wall, they realized that they were fighting against some opponents.

Faced with such a powerful tribe, the captives had no intention of resisting, and sat on the ground like walking corpses, and everything around seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Wang Lang was in a great mood when he won this war so cleanly.

Although this battle delayed the original plan for a while, with such a slave, the future road construction plan can also speed up a lot of progress.

Wang Lang went to the smelting camp to check the production of the tools.

During this period of time, a large number of bronze tools were produced. Looking at the piles of yellow Cancan tools, Wang Lang was very satisfied. With these tools, the work will be started tomorrow.

But there are so many prisoners in this group, and they all put them together, which poses great safety hazards.

After handling some tribal chores, Wang Lang asked the group of prisoners to be dispersed and sent people to take care of them.

"Chief, what are these slaves eating? If they are not given food, these people will starve to death soon. The dead slaves are useless to us!" said the bark with some concern.

"Chop the weeds into pieces, add a small amount of corn, cook them for him to eat. As long as they can't starve them to death, use the bark if there is not enough weeds." Wang Lang said slowly.

"Is this possible? Will it eat them to death?" the bark said worriedly.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? These things can only ensure that they are alive, but they don't have much strength, so it's easy for us to take care of them."

The bark nodded and said, "Then I will continue to do this."

Wang Lang nodded hungry and said, "Let's start building roads tomorrow. Now that there are so many slaves, it's too wasteful if you don't need to."

The bark laughed and said, "This time we can finally relax!"

After chatting for a while, the tree bark turned around and left, instructing the women to prepare food for the slaves according to Wang Lang's method.

After the food was prepared, the bark tasted curiously and spit out the food. The strange smell made his stomach roll, which was as nauseous as it was.

"Mr. Lin, do you really have to give these food to those slaves?" asked a woman in charge of cooking.

Tree Bark nodded and said, "This is what the leader means. You must remember in the future that these are slaves, not people."

The women nodded confusedly. For them, these slaves were too miserable. Compared with them, their own was like living in heaven.

When buckets of strange-smelling food were carried to the slave camp, the group of slaves, who had long been hungry, rushed over.

But what followed was a violent beating.

The two soldiers said that a bloody slave who was whipped up by a whip was lifted to the side and hung it up, and the group of pale-faced slaves finally calmed down.

These foods that were like garbage in the eyes of the Salt Tribe, and in the mouths of these slaves who were about to starve, were the best food in the world.

After solving the problem of slave food, Wang Lang arranged for Kong Yi to take away more than 50 slaves and drove the deer cart to the copper mine to establish a new stronghold.

Looking at these extremely weak slaves, Wang Lang knew that if he didn't give in, these people would probably all die of exhaustion under the mine.

But for now, using slaves is the most cost-effective thing, and Wang Lang has no plans to abolish slavery.

After Kong left, the remaining soldiers escorted the remaining slaves to the forest. The soldiers' future mission was to serve as supervisors and watch over the work of these slaves.

When he arrived at the edge of the forest, Wang Lang looked at the direction and said to Lin Huo: "Let's start building here. The road does not need to be wide, as long as two cars can pass."

"This work cannot be completed in one or two days. I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a while." Lin Huo said looking at the deep jungle.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "What are you worried about? You are not someone who works in person. Aren't these people?"

Lin Huo suddenly said, "I forgot them. Hehe, it's good to have slaves. I don't have to do anything by myself."

"I'll leave it to you. Just build this road to that fruit forest. I will take other people to build a road to the tin mine." Wang Lang said.

"Don't worry, I remember this route, there will be no problem." Lin Huo patted his chest with great confidence and assured.

Wang Lang gave a few more instructions and led nearly a hundred other slaves to the south.

After arriving at the destination, Wang Lang immediately asked someone to camp here. In two days, a simple wooden wall was built.

With the camp and no worries, driven by Wang Lang, these slaves completely ushered in their miserable life.

The soldiers made shackles with ropes and tied up their hands and feet before they dared to send the tools to them.

"Listen, take these tools and start working. If anyone escapes or destroys the tools, the only thing waiting for you is death!" said the bark coldly.

The soldiers didn't care whether these slaves understood the situation. They waved their whips to drive the group to the forest.
Chapter completed!