The big man's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
The supervisor played with the whip with a joking look on his face, but his tone was firm and firm, which made people believe him.
"What do you mean? Don't you understand?"
"The Chanyu you revere has deceived you."
"He was the one who caused the tenfold increase in grain prices. We in Great Qin have never changed the transaction price."
As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar all around.
The Hun captives found it difficult to accept this cruel fact, and their faces turned pale and blue.
Although they began to waver in their hearts, they still glared at the supervisor and argued loudly with their necks stiff.
"No! Impossible!"
"The Chanyu clearly said that you people from the Central Plains are greedy and want to steal all the cattle and sheep and suck our marrow dry."
Seeing that everyone was still stubborn, the supervisor snorted coldly and ruthlessly exposed the naked truth.
"Oh, who is the most greedy? I think it's your Chanyu."
"They covet the fertile land, endless wealth, and population of the Central Plains. They are ambitious and want to seize greater power."
"For my own selfish desires, I will eventually destroy all of your tribes."
The man shook his head with regret, as if speaking up for them, with a hint of incitement in his voice.
"What a pity! If he hadn't deceived you, you might still be lying in your own tent, with your family by your side."
This sentence was like a fuse, completely igniting everyone's anger.
They already believed about 70% of what the supervisor said.
After all, they have become prisoners and are no longer worth deceiving.
In an instant, the Hun captives' faces turned red, and they all looked disappointed, indignant, and resentful after being betrayed.
There is nothing more cruel than killing someone and destroying their heart.
Sometimes, we only realize the value of having something when we lose it.
In just one month, they lost their homes, their loved ones, their cattle and sheep...
Lost everything.
And the culprit turned out to be the Chanyu whom they respected and admired.
How could they not feel resentment? How could they not feel hatred?
The overseer looked at the excited prisoners, a barely perceptible smile on his face.
He swung the whip, hit the big man in front of him hard, and scolded him harshly.
"Okay! Are you convinced now?"
"You've wasted so much of my time, why don't you move quickly!"
"Don't eat today's lunch if you can't finish moving it!"
The sound of the whip hitting the flesh was so crisp that it immediately woke up the big man and the onlookers.
They clenched their fists tightly and continued to work in silence, their angry hearts becoming desolate and confused.
Now that the tribe has been destroyed, the Chanyu is dead, and the tribesmen have all been taken captive, what can they pursue?
What we should worry about now is how to change our miserable situation.
Is it resistance?
Or run away?
...Or is it surrender?
The dazzling sun gradually rose high in the sky, and the gentle and warm sunlight spread across the grassland, bringing vitality to this green land.
A large pot was set up in the center of the camp, and hot white mist rose up, mixed with the tempting aroma of food.
The prisoners who were queuing for food swallowed their saliva. They had been working hard for the whole morning, doing physical labor, and their stomachs were already rumbling with hunger.
The food for the prisoners of war was not good. It basically consisted of potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other filling foods, stewed in a pot with a little salt.
But in the eyes of the Huns, this was considered preferential treatment.
They are a nomadic people who do not grow crops. Their cattle and sheep are valuable property of their families and are not slaughtered easily.
It is common for poor herders to not have enough to eat, and many people die of starvation in winter.
This is also one of the reasons why the Huns plundered the Central Plains all year round.
The line for food moved slowly, and when it was the turn of a tall and honest prisoner, the supervisor on the side suddenly praised him loudly.
"You're a good kid!"
"You haven't been lazy at all this morning. You've done your job quickly and well. I'm very optimistic about you!"
"I'll give you a piece of meat as a reward, and then continue to work hard."
The sudden reward left the captive stunned, and then flattered.
He stared at the fragrant mutton, his eyes lit up, and then he immediately knelt on the ground and thanked repeatedly.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
"I will definitely work hard!"
Seeing this scene, everyone's faces were filled with envy and jealousy.
That's meat! How long has it been since they last tasted meat?
Now the aroma of meat mixed with grease wafts into my nose, my mouth secretes saliva uncontrollably, and I'm so greedy that my eyes turn green.
However, something even more shocking happened to them next.
The supervisor patted the prisoner on the shoulder and encouraged him earnestly.
"I heard that our Majesty wants to establish this place as Meng County."
"If you behave well, you can escape slavery and become a citizen of the Great Qin."
"In the future, I can work in the city, have enough food and clothing, live in a big house, and even get married and have children."
The man's voice was not loud, but it was clear in the silent air.
Every word seems to have a strange magic that can easily arouse the greedy desires in people's hearts.
In an instant, a strong light flashed in the prisoner's eyes, containing the hope and yearning for a better life.
His name was Wuda. He was originally a slave of the Xiongnu tribe. Because he was tall and strong, he was often treated like an ox or a horse.
Not only was he not sad about the Huns' demise, but he was actually a little happy.
Even if he became a prisoner, he didn't care. He even thought that such a life was not bad. At least he could have enough to eat.
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