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Chapter 81 "Hard Labor"

"It's great, so many good hearts, hahaha, Marquis, I can't wait to bring them all to the kitchen."

Qiao Yang almost couldn't stop laughing. He didn't expect that there were so many guys who were "not afraid of death". They were all good young men who could be cultivated into his subordinates.

In order to cover up his joy, Qiao Yang followed the trend and let out a violent laugh. To outsiders, he looked like a cruel tyrant, rejoicing for the toy he was about to get.

He spent extra time to perform such a scene, the purpose was to screen qualified personnel. On the one hand, it could alleviate the problem of shortage of manpower, but it could not attract all cats and dogs.

With him, low talent can be improved, and low blood can be evolved.

But in a situation where death is inevitable, and they don't even have the courage to face death, can they still be expected to go into battle to kill the enemy?

As for whether the selected people have criminal records, whether they have killed innocent people indiscriminately, and whether they are good people, it doesn't matter, and he doesn't care~

Marquis glanced around the standing prisoners without leaving a trace, and felt a little satisfied in his heart, but it would take some time for them to truly show their loyalty.

As for the remaining guys... there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and then he forgot about them and took away the prisoners of war who were regarded as "dead people" by everyone.

The road we walked was very familiar, and it was still behind a huge boulder. These prisoners of war who were determined to die did not resist. But anyone who has seen Marquez's combat power would not continue to be stupid. Although they all died, they could escape happily. Who wants to be chopped into pieces?

But when they passed by the boulder, they all showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost. They turned their heads and saw Marquis looking at them with a half-smile.

On the other side, Qiao Yang looked at the remaining prisoners of war with a smile and said in a frivolous tone:

"Rejoice, you did not disobey my will. I like obedient guys. Congratulations, you are about to become my new crew member."

The remaining prisoners of war breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they didn't have to die today. They were all old men who were greedy for life and afraid of death. After hearing the news, they immediately hit the snake with a stick and said flatteringly:

"I've met the captain!"

"Long live the captain!"

One person started, and the others quickly learned to agree. In just the blink of an eye, all the prisoners began to flatter each other, for fear of falling behind.

"To shut up!"

The cold pressure enveloped them, pressing them ruthlessly to the ground, as if the excitement just now was in vain, and it also made them realize their status again.

Prisoners of war, slaves, or something else, livestock? They are all at the bottom anyway, and the tyrant in front can kill them all if he is unhappy.

"You can join my fleet, but it's not that easy. I will untie you guys in a while. In groups of three, we will go to the island to collect supplies, whether it is wood or food. Someone will come and tell you the requirements later. ."

Qiao Yang looked past everyone with his emotionless gaze, as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

"We will stay on the island for three days. You have to gather here every night and hand in the supplies. If you pass the test, you will have food to eat. If you fail, you will get nothing. It's very simple, isn't it?"

"No one will be watching you when you are collecting supplies, but don't try to escape. Of course, if you can do it, you can swim by sea."

Qiao Yang was in a good mood and was even interested in telling cold jokes, but no one dared to laugh. His moodiness had been engraved deep into the souls of the prisoners of war.

"Finally, I come here every night to count the number of people. I think my memory is not bad. If there is anyone missing among the three, even one, the guys who come back will die together, so you can either work honestly and atone for your sins. Then board my ship, or run together and pray that I can’t find you in three days~”

The violent pressure was unleashed by Qiao Yang to the maximum. The aura from the divine amplification was completely unbearable by normal people. One of the unlucky guys was so frightened that he urinated and urinated, and then he met his eyes.

"Come out~"

The frightened guy was stunned for a moment, and then he squirmed wildly, trying to stay away from Qiao Yang. He didn't forget about the guy who wet his pants. He didn't want to die.

"It seems there are always people who don't have long memories. I don't like cowards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yang took a few steps to the side of the real unlucky man, and dragged him out with the rope on his body.

Kick him to the ground and kneel down. Now is the final moment. No one can die. This does not meet the expected effect he wants.

"Rub~"

The sound of the scimitar being unsheathed was trembling, and the next moment, a huge human head flew out, with a longing for life and a strong fear on its face.

After waiting for two or three seconds, a pillar of blood several meters high spurted out from the broken neck, staining Qiao Yang's upper body red. The smell of blood and feces and urine mixed together, and the sea breeze enveloped the prisoners of war.

Witnessing the death of their former companions, adrenaline surged, and severe nausea surged into their chests, but they did not dare to show any discomfort, even if vomit came out of their nostrils.

The sour nasal cavity stimulated the secretion of tear glands, and everyone showed their ugly appearance. Until Qiao Yang left here, everyone retched crazily, wishing to spit out the last night's meal, and the stench was overwhelming. It’s not like these vicious pirates have never seen disgusting scenes. They were just beheading people. How could they have fun like they did before?

But the problem is, that is based on the perspective of the abuser. Naturally, they will not be afraid, but only excited. Now the protagonist for others to make fun of has become themselves, and the unlucky person will become one of them at any time. It feels like a world of difference. Don't.

Under fear, all ugliness comes out.

"You have one minute to clean up the vomited things, come up and get your number plate, don't lose it, from today on, this thing is your life, if anyone keeps it improperly, you don't want to know the consequences of……"

Yasir followed Triller and came here. When he saw the scene in front of him, he frowned and said in a bad tone.

The frightened prisoners of war turned into obedient little chickens. They didn't have time to care about their twitching stomachs. They hurriedly stepped the vomit into the sand, and then spontaneously lined up. Like the animals for sale, they were picked up by Yaxi. Put on your number plate.

If Metaru was still alive, seeing this scene, he would probably feel like he was in a dream. When would the unruly pirates become so obedient? It is simply a fantasy.

"Come over here to loosen the bonds and collect your tools. Don't damage them without permission. Violators will die!"

One of Hans and Triller was responsible for untying the people, while the other handed out the tools. Their faces were expressionless, and there was no look of disdain on them. After all, there would be dead people in three days, so who would compete with the dead.

As early as when Qiao Yang explained the plan when he arrived, this group of people had been given a new identity - hard workers!

A simple translation means that they only have three days to live. During this period, they use all their strength to squeeze their labor force and only eat one porridge every day, which is worse than black slaves.

Those who were previously screened out will be incorporated into the cannon fodder camp. They will do dangerous jobs in the future. However, after accumulating enough military exploits, they can be pardoned and officially join the fleet. These talents are the manpower Qiao Yang needs, not the ones in front of him. These groveling, begging fur seals.

"Look at your number plate, this will be your name from now on, number one!"

"exist!"

The first prisoner of war with a number tag responded subconsciously, his muscles tensed, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was extremely nervous.

"Very good. Remember my appearance. From now on, I will be your direct commander. Within these three days, you are not qualified to see the captain. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

These fifty or so people quickly adapted to their identities for many reasons, including fear of Qiao Yang, uneasiness about their identity, and desire for life. Anyway, at this moment, they were more obedient than tame dogs.

"Continue according to the serial number and form a group of three. The three of you must hand in 500 pieces of wood and 100 pieces of food every day. If you find any treasures, you must hand them in. I will calculate the amount of the task for you based on the value. If you cannot complete it, , No food on the first day, and death on the second day!”

"Of course, if you can complete the task on time, there will also be corresponding rewards. The sooner you complete the task, the better. The first one can directly become a reserve crew member. As long as you complete these three days of work, you can become a formal crew member. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

Yasir is not good at playing villains, but he still has some experience in personnel management. With a set of silky little combos, a big stick and sweet dates, he can fool these old people into confusion. He can't wait to start now. Work hard to get rid of this humble status as soon as possible.

At the same time, Qiao Yang's side.

After he handed over the finishing touches to Yasir and the others, a notification tone suddenly sounded.

"Tip: You have completed a wonderful dramatic performance, and your basic skills have grown. Performance +5, Negotiation +5, Intimidation +15."

"what?"

There is a saying that the play he just performed was just to replenish some suitable manpower. He didn't expect it to be an unexpected surprise, but when he thought that this was the sea of ​​​​birth, everything seemed a lot more reasonable.

Here, if you give something, you will be rewarded. No matter what the purpose is, Qiao Yang did put on a good show. He deserves this, and he is brave even if he is not justified.

But this threatening growth is a bit abstract. Is he that scary? Probably not, but he just put in a little bit of effort. How kind-hearted he is, he allows these losers to live a few more days.

He shook his head helplessly. It took him more than an hour to deal with this matter. It was neither long nor short, and the results were quite fruitful. Those guys who were taken away by Marquis only needed a little training to become a powerful force.

And according to the plan, Sisonia and Oria, who were divided into two groups at this time, should also have returned from exploring.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qiao Yang saw the two women returning to the temporary camp side by side, talking and laughing.

　The second update is over. There is still 3000 left. I will use my hand speed.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)