The Legend of Fatality

When Bai En walked towards his tent, Morris remained silent all the way, and Nokranstov seemed to be silent forever. When Bai En explained to Morris the tithing law, he could feel the other party's shock and even angry feelings.

Of course, Bai En can understand this emotion, which is why he chose to do so without coming up. The tithing law is very useful in dealing with situations like the one he is facing now, although the consequences may be very troublesome. The slave bridging workers under Bai En are indeed at the bottom of the valley, but they are barely able to see the sky above the valley, and they have the opportunity to change their lives and destiny.

If Bai En directly chooses to treat them in this cruel way, they will always be in a situation like a bottomless pit. The random deaths in this punishment, and even the sitting system, may lead to a low morale and loss of trust in the commander.

But there is no doubt that this is a terrible punishment, and the fear it produces can be enough to deter anyone who does not obey the order.

When he was about to reach Morris's tent, Morris simply greeted Bai En and left alone. He still has a hard time accepting everything that Bai En told him, especially what Bai En will do when he fails. This has shaken his beliefs, Morris can accept the means to achieve his goal, even conspiracy. I also agree to admit my mistakes after failure.

In his opinion, if he fails, he should sum up his experience, look for deficiencies, improve his plan, and make better preparations the next time he faces the same situation, just like Bai En taught him before.

But ... if you fail, you choose a more cruel, even cruel method, ignoring all the negative effects that may be brought, just to achieve your purpose. At this point, Morris believes that he will still accept for a while Nope. It can even be said that he is not sure whether he can finally accept this.

He can accept that the life value of the king and the beggar are different, but he can't accept the life of the beggar or the slave is worthless.

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Bai En didn't know what Morris was entangled with, and even if he knew, he didn't care. As he once told Morris, his position, his team, and his chosen goals determine the way he does things.

The stormy season is about to pass soon. Although the water levels of those temporary rivers have not dropped significantly, they have stopped rising. The water levels of some tributaries are indeed declining slowly. Bai En is not a waterway expert, but he can see from some local literature how long this plain was previously affected by flooding rivers.

There is not much time left for him, he must control these bridging workers as soon as possible, and retrain according to his requirements. When they can do better than everyone else, including the enemy. The army in his hand can exert its power. When he has achieved enough victories, no matter why the Headquarters intends to compete for these broken open spaces during the stormy season, they cannot ignore their victories.

All the results he achieved will add weight to his command. The more they value themselves, the more they value the Fatalin Association. Only in this way can Baeen get a good enough position for the Fatalin Association in the future decisive battle.

Instead of being assigned to a position that does not matter to victory or defeat. Let this important battle that is likely to be related to the future of Istana be completely out of control.

Bai En walked back to the spacious camp where the commanders gathered. The people in this camp were bustling and well-dressed. There are tall tents here, except for a tall temporary building to the north, where is the temporary command post of the headquarters, and dozens of lit braziers are erected around it, lighting the surrounding lights.

The brief glance at the command post attracted him, and then he was frustrated again. Bai En himself, his companions, and the Fatalin Association have prospered in recent years and have gone from obscurity to prosperity. This is mainly due to Amen Cannon's political skills-he is loved by many people in Fatalin Island, but it is his ruthlessness that makes him go further. Whether it was the initial crushing of slave production, or the sale of liquor and slaves, all of them gained a lot of wealth.

A large part of this wealth has been invested in the construction of Fatalin Island, and Bian also admires Amen Cannon even more. A person who is not so impressed with such wealth may not be difficult to find, but a person who is facing such wealth is willing to put them It's not easy for people who invest. Even Bai En can't help but feel distressed when he sees the reduction in the number of assets in his hands.

But it is also regrettable to Bai En that they cannot use money to achieve the political goals they need. Just like now, they need to rely on swords, magic, and blood to achieve part of it.

Bai En shook his head, the role of money is not unlimited, it was restricted in too many places. But money can provide food, armor, weapons, and equipment to the soldiers of the Fatalin Association. Let them have enough wealth to repay their debts, trade and bribe.

Just when Bai En was cranking around, they came outside of Bai En ’s tent. This is an amazing looking tent. The rope extending from the top of the tent was firmly fixed to the ground by a two-foot long nail It was also covered with smooth rocks for weighting. In the dim light, I couldn't see how tall the tent was, but I saw the light from the small window that opened high from the tent's tarpaulin.

There are dozens of small windows on the tarpaulin around the tent, and soft light comes out of many such places. Outside the tent, there was only the sound of turning pages and faint whispers.

Knokranstoff raised his hand to his chest, saluted Bai En, turned and left, and returned to his own tent not far from this tent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ His today The **** mission has been completed.

"Sir, you're back." A servant standing outside the tent door said, "Do you need anything?"

"Bring me something to eat and drink and send it to my room." Bai En nodded and said.

The servant bowed and turned to prepare dinner for Bai En. Bai En walked to the front of the tent, lifted the curtain of the tent, and drilled into it.

When Bai En stepped into the tent, many people recognized him and stood up to salute. But Bai En waved his hand and stopped them. Most of the women here at the entrance of the tent, including the servants, had their hair curled up for convenience. Their job is mainly to transcribe documents, so everyone has a small wooden table. Although the brazier is lit at the four corners, they still have a lavender-scented butter candle on their table.

Lavender herbs are used to interrupt the smell of neutralizing butter candles, but when they are smelled by Bai En, they are more disgusting. But these scribes don't seem to care about this.

Bai En nodded towards them, and then walked towards the second room separated by tarpaulin. There were obviously more men here, some of them were reading, and most of them were playing cards together. When Bai En came in, the person holding the card subconsciously wanted to hide the card in his hand.

Bai En just glanced at them and walked towards the center of the big tent. There was a small room with a small table and two chairs. There were several doors around them. Their appearance was carved into a complex geometric pattern with circles, lines and hieroglyphs. This is some kind of chart, half on every door. Fortunately, Bai En did not need to spend time to study their details, and directly took out the key to open the door that belonged to him.