The wisdom of the working people was endless.
This military officer was indeed someone who had been on the battlefield. He had seen a lot of battles. Although he didn't have a high-grade gas mask like Sun Lang, he still thought of a solution.
He sent people to find some clean cloth, layer by layer, and wet it with water to cover the mouth and nose. It was more effective to isolate the dirty air. A simple gas mask was made.
— — Then he gave the gas masks to a few subordinates and sent them to do their work.
He was truly a leader who had gone through hundreds of battles.
Sun Lang and Courrier had already gone outside. They ordered the supply officer in the camp to prepare some things. Soon, a few big pots were set up in the square in front of the camp. The chef killed a few fat pigs and moved food and vegetables. He was busy in full swing. After a while, the smell of meat came out.
After a while, a shout came from the prison. A group of big and hairy Slaror men wearing new unlined clothes walked out with confused eyes. Then they squinted their eyes, as if they couldn't adapt to the sunlight outside. But soon, their eyes were completely attracted by the few big pots — — the smell of meat.
Sun Lang was holding a big spoon, casually stirring the pot and chatting with the chef next to him: "Master, your cooking is not bad."
The chef was not a fool. He knew that Sun Lang was an extraordinary noble, so he carefully accompanied him. His pair of calloused hands rubbed together as he said with a silly smile, "Replying to Daren, I have taken over my father's household utensils and have been cooking for the army for twenty years. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. I have some skills."
Sun Lang asked casually: "Then do you know how to make fragrant chicken?"
"…" The chef had a subtle look on his face: "Young master, isn't that a secret medicine used to feed the criminals on death row to make them brave and fierce?
I'm just a chef, how would I know that? "
Sun Lang was surprised: "Ah?
What? "
The chef lowered his head and said, "This lowly one doesn't know why it was given such a name. I only heard that this medicine was given this name by a certain general or marshal. As for the deeper meaning, this lowly one doesn't know."
Sun Lang pondered for a moment before patting his head. "I remember now. So there is such a thing."
He saw that the 30 selected Slalor Fierce Men had already arrived at the plaza. Many of them were looking left and right. Their eyes were drifting, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Sun Lang waved the spoon in his hand and then said with a smile, "Hey, dregs from Flaming, I'm your new master, a citizen of the Empire.
I know you're probably very hungry because I specifically told you not to fill your stomachs yesterday. But today, you're lucky because you shouted at least 0.1 seconds before those idiots in the pile of shit. That's why you're standing here. "
Sun Lang waved his hand and the cook placed 30 bowls on the table. Then, he smiled at the 30 men and said, "Line up in a long line. Everyone take a bowl and come get the steamed buns and meat."
The men didn't make a sound. They looked at each other and didn't move for a while.
Sun Lang was still smiling. "When you first came out, you listened to my words and became very quiet. I'm very pleased, so I'll give you a generous reward. Now, I'll announce the second rule. From now on, my orders must be carried out without hesitation. Because of your good performance, I won't punish you this time. But next time, you won't be so lucky."
He thought for a moment and added, "By the way, there's a moral accusation in the Empire. It's called torture. It means that if you don't educate people in advance, you can't do something like that. When the person makes the mistake, you can't do it. This is the mainstream moral view of the Empire. But I don't buy it. For scum like you, I like to wait for you to make a mistake and hit you until you feel the pain. Then you'll know that it's really not okay."
He still had a smile on his face and repeated, "Line up in a long line. Everyone take a bowl and come get the steamed buns and meat."
This time, everyone moved much faster. They looked at each other and quickly lined up in a line. Without any unnecessary movements, they cautiously picked up the big bowls on the table and looked at them curiously. Then, they walked toward Sun Lang.
Sun Lang was like a waiter in a university cafeteria, with a gentle and sincere smile on his face. But under this smile, there was a leisurely feeling that everything was under his control. That pair of fiery eyes could instantly distinguish whether you were a man or a woman, whether you were beautiful or ugly, and thus decide whether you would land on your plate, whether it was a few large pieces of good meat or vegetarian dishes that even monks would find bland.
He looked at everyone gently. His eyes were full of kindness and friendliness. One after another, people walked in front of him and took a big bowl of meat and two big steamed buns. Some of them even thanked him.
Very quickly, a man with a simple and honest appearance walked over. He was strong like an iron tower, and he gave Sun Lang a simple and honest smile as he said shyly, "Honorable Master, one bowl isn't enough for me. Can I eat more?"
Sun Lang smiled and said, "Of course. How much do you want to eat?"
That Slalor touched his head and smiled embarrassedly. "I want to eat all of it."
Sun Lang was stunned for a moment before he laughed. "You …"
Before his voice died away, the honest-looking man's face turned into madness.
With a bang, the big bowl in his hand was crushed into several pieces. The sharp fragments were like flying knives that rushed toward Sun Lang's throat. Then, he kicked the boiling iron pot over. The boiling soup, the red-hot bottom of the pot, and even the fiery red charcoal were poured toward Sun Lang!
All of this happened too quickly. Sun Lang was standing beside the iron pot, and the boiling soup immediately poured out. The momentum was so fast that there was no way to avoid it. The burly man's face had already revealed a complacent and evil grin. Even the others were getting restless, and they were about to start snatching the weapons of the surrounding guards.
"Sure enough, a group of lunatics."
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.
The proud and evil smile disappeared in an instant.
Everyone was stunned where they were.
They saw a scene that was beyond their imagination. The overturned iron pot, the splashing charcoal, and the boiling water in the air were still in their original state. Clearly, it only took a breath for the iron pot to fall to the ground. The charcoal would splatter everywhere, and the boiling water would splash to the ground with a sizzling sound. But none of this happened. The imagined screams were also not heard at all.
It was as if an invisible hand had stopped everything in the air. It was as if time had suddenly stopped.
Then, the charcoal that stopped in the air fell to the ground. The iron pot returned to its original position. The boiling water and dishes fell. The flames licked the bottom of the pot as usual, making sizzling sounds. Sun Lang looked at the brawny man in front of him and smiled.
The brawny man who pretended to be simple and honest felt his life was instinctively threatened. He wanted to take action immediately. Whether it was to resist or escape, he could not sit still and wait for death. But he immediately revealed a panicked expression. This was because an invisible force controlled his body, making him unable to make any movements.
He only heard the damned Empire person in front of him say, "You just said that you want to eat all of it?
Okay. "
Then, the boiling meat soup in the pot was pulled by an invisible force. It was like the water in a lake that was swept up by a tornado. It was filled with water vapor and rose into the air. It still maintained the boiling temperature and made a strange sound.
The man finally revealed a look of horror, but his body strangely rose. It was as if an invisible monster had grabbed his neck and slowly raised him into the sky. He could only watch in despair as death approached.
His eyes finally turned into horror and even pleading.
The boiling water was already very close to him. Then, it stopped.
The ecstasy of surviving a disaster appeared in the eyes of the Slaro man. His expression was no longer pretending to be simple and honest, nor was it crazy and fierce. Instead, it was docile, fawning, and flattering.
"Do you think that I will let you go and let you escape? Then, you will be grateful and loyal to me?"
Sun Lang smiled. "I'm sorry, but I never give a second chance to a traitor. Never."
The boiling hot liquid rushed into his face. It drilled into his mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes. It burned his skin, mouth, mucous membranes, and even his throat and digestive tract. It drilled into the man's body. He was still imprisoned in midair, like a criminal who was publicly executed. His four limbs were firmly fixed in the air. He struggled crazily and screamed crazily. However, he could not move, nor could he shout out any sound.
The boiling hot meat soup continued to drill into his body. The Slaro man's body swelled up, and his stomach slowly expanded. His originally incomparably majestic body almost became a hot water ball that would burst with a poke. His clothes were stretched open, and his skin all over his body turned red.
There was silence in front of the square. One could even hear a pin drop.
The cook who was in charge of cooking had long been scared to the point that he went limp at the side. Even the Empire soldiers who were in charge of guarding showed uneasy expressions, let alone the prisoners. Their restless thoughts disappeared almost immediately. No one was willing to do anything stupid. No one wanted to die like this.
There was no scene more intimidating than this.
Pouring hot water into a prisoner's mouth was considered a form of torture that humans could teach themselves. They had also seen such cruel punishments in the Gulag Purgatory, but in terms of impact, what they had seen was far less impactful than what was happening now.
Because this man from the Empire was not a crude, cruel, twisted, and perverted jailer. He did not use chains to tightly lock the prisoners, nor did he use a red-hot kettle to pour hot water. Instead, he used a power that they could not resist to lock the prisoners in the air. He used a power that they could not understand to control the boiling liquid. This mysterious power that originated from his own body was easier to frighten and frighten people.
Because this had nothing to do with power or external force. It was just the difference in strength caused by the original power of the human body. This difference was enough to control the life and death of the other party.
The prisoners could not help but stare at the ground. They suddenly felt very cold, so cold that the meat soup in their hands could not bring them any warmth.
After an unknown period of time, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground could be heard.
The execution was over.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Sun Lang's voice immediately rang out. "I just said that because you all kept quiet, I won't punish you for not being able to quickly carry out my orders. However, I can't say for sure the next time … I will do what I say. Therefore, I will announce the third rule."
He looked at the military officer on the side and pointed to four people in the crowd. "That guy, kill the two in front and the two in the back."
Although the accident that had just happened was an uncontrollable factor, according to the rules of the officialdom, it was natural that the jailer did not discipline the prisoners well.
At this time, the military officer was on tenterhooks and had a belly full of anger. Hearing this, he did not say anything and snatched the fengzuidao from the hands of a soldier beside him. He rushed forward and slashed down, cutting off the head of a Russian who was still in a daze from his right shoulder to his left waist. Half of his body was cut off along with his head.
The second Russian stared blankly for a moment and wanted to resist, but his martial arts were not too brilliant. Moreover, the other party was still holding a weapon. The military officer turned the hilt of his saber and slashed diagonally with the pole. With a crack, he broke the other party's left calf and forced him into a half-kneeling position. Then he swung back and chopped, and the head immediately fell to the ground.
Then he dragged his saber and rushed forward. His movements were extremely fast, and he rushed to the front of the third and fourth Russian. Using his left foot as the center, he exerted force with his left foot and channeled his strength into his waist. His arms took advantage of the momentum, and the saber drew a sharp arc and swept across the waists. Blood splattered, and amidst screams, the last two people were directly cut in half at the waist. Their upper bodies fell into the dust, but they were not dead yet and were still crazily screaming in pain.
The Earth Houtu revered martial arts. To be able to become the commander of an army was undoubtedly a martial arts skill gained from fighting on the battlefield. Killing these Slalos who did not have guns and cannons in their hands was easier than killing a bull.
In a moment, the corpses of the five people on the field were strewn on the ground.
This time, there was no commotion or screams. There was only subconscious retreat and silence.
Sun Lang said indifferently, "The third rule is that from today onwards, you will be in a group of five. If someone commits a crime and the others do not report it, their crimes will be the same. Those who report it will be rewarded generously. In other words, you must at least learn to be united. If you want to do something, remember to link up in advance. Since you're all going to die anyway, why not do it together?"
Thus, they would be on guard against each other to prevent their companions from courting death and dragging them down. If they linked up with each other, it would increase the risk of being exposed because those who reported it would be rewarded generously. The key point was that they were all madmen. There was no unity in the dictionary of madmen, only suspicion and betrayal. Thus, it was very stable.
A simple variation of the prisoner's dilemma.
Sun Lang reached for the spoon on the side and walked to another big pot. "Come, line up. Fill up the rice. Once you're full, we'll continue."
This time, everyone's movements were straightforward and neat.
While the Russians were eating, the soldiers had already carried away all the corpses and cleaned up the scene with water. Then, they brought over a chair and a small table next to it. On the table was a metal tray with knives and scissors of all sizes.
'What are these … torture tools?'
'What does this Empire man want to do?'
The Russians were anxious, but then they saw Sun Lang put on a white coat and reach out for a knife. He said with a smile, "From today onwards, you'll be reborn. We'll start with your hairstyles. Look at you, all of you have big beards and messy hair. Be grateful. Today, I'll personally cut your hair to improve our relationship."
The Russians looked at Sun Lang, who was holding a knife and wearing a white coat, and for some reason, they thought of those terrifying flame priests of the church. They shivered. After all, to have such a dangerous person holding a knife to their heads … was really a little unnerving.
"Come on, don't be shy." Sun Lang pointed. "First one."
The person he chose looked like a Slalor hero, but the expression on his face had deeply betrayed him. He didn't want to come up at all … but the situation was beyond his control.
The fates of the five people who died before were still in front of him. This Empire man was so terrifying that he must be a very powerful warrior of the Houtu Empire. Even if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do anything.
— — Just like that, he convinced himself and chose to submit.
— — Very good. Once a person chooses to submit for the first time, there will definitely be a second time. As long as he found a reason the first time, he would definitely get used to finding a second reason.
Sun Lang waited for the other person to sit down shakily, as if he was sitting on a torture chair, and then he neatly wrapped a cloth around the other person's neck. When the white cloth wrapped around the other person's neck, Sun Lang felt the other person tremble.
Then he made a circle with the knife in his hand, and he reached out to press the other person's head.
— — The other person trembled again, trembling with fear.
The knife lightly cut off a piece of hair. The other person was trembling for the third time.
He was pressed into a chair by a temperamental man who could kill him at any time, casually fiddled with his head and cut with the knife. His scalp could even feel the chill of the knife.
He was completely unable to control his own fate. He didn't know if he would be killed.
He didn't know if this cruel Empire man, who could lock people in the air and burn them alive with boiling water, would be unhappy and directly stab the shaver in his hand into the top of his head.
Fear.
It was like a long torment.
Sun Lang still maintained his smiling appearance and chatted with him. "Zhang Laosan, let me ask you … Okay, no, what's your name?
How old are you?
Where are you from?
Who else is in your family? "
When he shaved the other person's hair and beard clean, this strong man with a strong physique and fierce eyes almost staggered back to the group. He looked like he was about to collapse, and his teeth were chattering as if he had done thirty deep squats in a dragon's mouth.
Sun Lang smiled and waved his hand. "Next."
Soon, the remaining twenty-five Russians were all bald.
Wu Kequn.
They looked at Sun Lang with eyes that no longer had the madness and recklessness from before.
Instead, it was fear, avoidance, and … a faint fear.
A meal of meat, five lives, and twenty-five bald heads.
Sun Lang waved his hand, and another twenty-five soldiers each came over with a stack of clothes. Sun Lang looked at Wu Kequn, who consciously stood up, and said loudly, "Congratulations, you bastards. Your performance has proved that you have the potential to be hunting dogs. Now, put on your new clothes!"
Looking at these Russians clumsily putting on clothes and shoes, Courrier, who had been watching from the side, came forward and said softly, "I never thought of using this method to root fear and establish prestige."
Sun Lang chuckled. "It's still early. It's just sowing a seed."
Mao Mei asked again, "These methods … how did you come up with them?"
Sun Lang was silent, and then he said softly, "I'm not being modest. If I wanted to become an evil person, I feel that two years is enough for me to ignite … half the world."
The fastest Russian had already put on his clothes and boots, and put on the coat. He curiously looked up and down. Courrier saw that on the back of the white coat, there were two large words written with vigorous strokes.
Justice.
"…" For some reason, Courrier felt that it was very subtle.
When they were all dressed, Sun Lang nodded in satisfaction. When he ordered these clothes, he had referred to the standard body shape of Slavic men, and there were two different sizes. Now, they all looked very fitting.
Now, they had a uniform outfit.
Now, they should act in unison and forge a uniform sense of honor and accomplishment.
Sun Lang clapped his hands and said loudly, "Okay, lambs in wolf's skin, do you still remember what happened to you before?
You were soaked in a pile of shit!
That feeling wasn't bad, right? Wasn't it very exciting?
Now, we are about to do something even more exciting, and that is, to throw those things on other people's heads! "
"Go and collect your weapons and equipment!
Move quickly, you are allowed to ask questions, but you are not allowed to make noise. Supervise each other and correct the behavior of your companions. For your own lives!
Don't do anything that makes me unhappy, unless you want to experience a new way of dying. Listen to my orders, and I will guarantee your safety!
Also! "
"Bastards, I hope you can remember this beautiful day forever!"