Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

When betrayers become ruthless, they are even more ruthless than slave owners.

The overseers of the Northern Principality would hesitate for a moment, after all, every black slave is worth some money.

But Abraham would not, the blood of his fellow tribesmen is his medal, and the bones are his stepping stones.

He did not wait for the riot to happen, and he killed a group of them directly.

The remaining black slaves were terrified and did not dare to resist at all.

After all, executing one person every day is insignificant to the entire black slave group. Everyone has a fluke mentality and thinks that the one who will be executed will not be himself.

Seeing the companions who conspired with them last night fall in a pool of blood, the remaining black slaves have instinctively picked up hoes and walked to the fields.

As for the evil betrayers in their mouths, the sinners despised by their ancestors, the shame of black slaves, the demons who should go to hell... Abraham, still stood there and watched them.

Most people had hatred in their eyes.

But they bowed their heads in front of Abraham and his black slave overseers.

Not everyone has the courage to sacrifice, and bowing is the norm.

And Abraham did not let them go, and directly ordered a new cross to be erected on the ground.

"Today's work is over, and the slowest one will still be hanged."

Think it's over after a group of people died?

Naive, no matter what, this rule will not change.

Suddenly, the speed of the black slaves collectively increased, and no one wanted to become a corpse shaking on a wooden pole.

In the distance, Black was watching everything that happened here.

Since it was said that the matter of organizing the work of black slaves would be handed over to Abraham, he would let go and give the greatest support.

"Mine manager, this black slave is too cruel, these tools are worth a lot of money, and they died in vain?"

Not everyone agreed with Abraham's position, and their discrimination against black slaves was everywhere.

However, Black insisted on his opinion and said, "It's just a few black slaves who died. These guys are like weeds in the wilderness. If they are gone, just catch some more.

And what Abraham did was right. Once a riot occurs, the losses will be more than this.

Let him do it. I only look at the results."

As the highest leader of the mine, no one can shake Black's determination.

In the fields, a small number of armed personnel from the Northern Principality patrolled back and forth.

A group of black slave supervisors swayed back and forth, swinging their whips from time to time, urging the tools to work hard.

Abraham was the most relaxed. He set up a parasol in the open space and sat with a group of hired farmers.

"The last round of sowing this year must be kept up. I want everyone to eat the food grown on our farm in the new year." Abraham's ambition is surprising.

"It's a bit difficult. The yield in the first season may not be high."

"Then plant more. There's not much else here, but there's a lot of land and people."

"Can these... black slaves do it?"

The experienced farmer felt it was difficult. The whole process of clearing the land, planting, watering and harvesting required a lot of manpower.

Although there were many black slaves, the workload was even greater.

Abraham heard this and just smiled coldly: "I'm ready. I have to complete the task even if half of the people are exhausted to death."

He knew where his status came from.

Why were other black slaves working hard and could even be killed by him at will?

It's not because he is so special, strong or smart. There are many black slaves who are stronger and smarter than him.

It's all because he is cruel enough and the people of the Northern Principality need him.

Do you really think he can't feel the discrimination from all sides?

It doesn't matter. As long as he shows his value, he can live and live well.

He doesn't think these betrayals are inferior to black slaves. This is a fact.

If you can use the suffering of a large number of people to achieve class transition, wouldn't it also complete the redemption of the race?

Of course, the only person to be redeemed is yourself.

...

Abraham is working hard for his own future, and Colonel Robert is not idle either.

With an entire new infantry brigade in hand, he is currently doing his job.

He came all the way to the New World, not for vacation.

After understanding the surrounding environment, Robert began to organize the action.

Most of the troops in his hands have garrison tasks, and he can barely spare a small half of them.

"Three thousand people, enough."

Robert stood in front of a map that had just been drawn, and did not move for a long time.

"Teach these white-skinned guys a lesson, let them know the name of the Northern Duchy."

In his eyes, this New World has never heard of the name of the Northern Duchy, which is really too backward.

The name of the great duke should be feared by all enemies.

Those idiots in the south have even lost the face of the Northern Duchy.

In recent months, the Southern Noble Alliance has fought several battles with the whites, and generally suffered more losses.

They are all used to launching attacks from the sea, which is fast and convenient.

It is easy for the Southern Noble Alliance to mobilize productivity and support the colonies with a batch of artillery and guns in the short term.

Adam is indeed capable and can win people's hearts.

Unfortunately, war is not politics, and backward tactics and equipment can hardly offset the gap.

The final result is that the Southern nobles struggled to keep their colonies in the New World, but they were also bullied.

Colonel Robert has been watching the drama for several months and is ready to move.

"Combat staff, I need an action plan."

An entire Guards Brigade is not short of various tactical staff.

With perfect intelligence, it is very easy to make plans.

"Colonel, we don't need to abandon the ships completely. We can get close to the Jewel Port in just one week by heading from the inland river, and then abandon the ships and reach the destination in three days."

"The white-skinned guys escort the gems once a month, so we can send people to attack them."

"At this time, they are very vigilant, but too arrogant. This is an opportunity."

Several combat staff members talked to each other and built the general framework.

Next, fill in the details, such as how many ships to use and where to set up supply points on the road.

When to set off and if to retreat.

How to save the army if failed.

Various possibilities were raised and then bound into a thick booklet.

For the military commander, a lot of work was saved, and he could keep a clear mind and just make a decision.

Moreover, one person cannot compare with the efforts of a whole team.

One person may make mistakes and may miss something.

As a whole team, it is difficult to make mistakes in details, and it is even more difficult to miss important content.

Colonel Robert is more accustomed to this model than the old-style officers. He learned this way from the beginning of training.

So, after perfecting the combat plan, he picked up the pen and wrote the final name in the action manual - New Year's Gift Operation.