Stars spread across the silver beach, and the waves beat the coast rhythmically.

On January 13th, the moon in the sky is already very round. The bright moonlight is like a layer of light curtain, illuminating the night and dispelling the fear of darkness.

Looking at the three airships moving far away in the sky, nearly two hundred Goguryeo slaves gathered slowly on the beach.

The three airships could have accommodated more slaves, but in order to prevent them from rioting, the number could only be controlled at this number.

These slaves have their own backbone. At this time, the three leaders gathered together and their faces were not very good.

"Jiang Donghu, you have been in the Tang Dynasty the longest time. Tell me, are those Tang Dynasty people lied to us?"

The oldest person who spoke, his hair was gray and he had a few wisps of messy hair hanging down his forehead, so he was too lazy to sort it out.

His thin cheeks were completely concave, making his facial features look particularly three-dimensional, and he showed a little buck teeth when he spoke.

"Yuo Jae-suk is right, Jiang Donghu, tell me quickly, can we survive?"

The person who was asking next to him was short and fat, and his face looked very lucky, but when he looked closely, he revealed a bit of vulgar temperament.

Jiang Donghu, who was asked, touched his bare head and smiled bitterly: "Liu Zai Shi, Jin Jiula, you two are too arrogant. I, Jiang Donghu, are just a small vendor, and I don't know many big words. I know a lot."

When the two heard this, they were unhappy.

The thin Liu Zaishi said calmly: "Don't think I don't know. You used to do business with the Tang people. You always pretended not to understand the Tang Dynasty's official language. In fact, you can not only understand, but also say, right?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Jin Jiula's eyes, but it quickly hid it. The eyes that looked at Jiang Donghu revealed a bit of unspeakable vigilance.

Jiang Donghu was uncomfortable being seen by the two of them, and finally nodded helplessly: "I did hear them say something."

When Liu Zaishi heard this, he leaned against Jiang Donghu and asked excitedly: "Then are they fooling us? Are they killing people to silence us after we complete the mission?"

Jin Jiula also looked at Jiang Donghu nervously. This was the worst result. Of course, he was expecting in his heart, hoping that the Tang people could do what they say. He also wanted to be the owner of the manor and then have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Jiang Donghu raised his head and looked at the compatriots sitting around him. From their eyes, Jiang Donghu saw something called hope.

After thinking about it, Jiang Donghu said: "In particular, they didn't understand it in private. I only heard them say that there is a large amount of land in a place that needs people to reclaim, and the land is very fertile, and only thirty farms can support everyone in the Tang Dynasty... As for the others, I really didn't hear it, and I don't know if they were lying to us."

“Large fertile land!?”

Yoo Jae-suk and Jin Jiura looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"Is the identity of the third-class citizens of the Tang Dynasty true?"

Faced with the two of them, Jiang Donghu nodded honestly, and his breathing became rapid: "This is true. I have seen several women who have obtained the status of third-class citizens. Their lives are so comfortable. If they do some work every day, they will get money."

Speaking of this, Jin Jiula sneered disdainfully: "Those shameless ragged shoes must have hooked up with the animals of the Tang Dynasty and the stinky bitches who sold the country for glory, hum..."

Jiang Donghu frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Jin Jiula, what's so arrogant about you, a down-and-out nobleman? Why do you say that they were betrayed their bodies for identity?"

When Jin Jiula saw that Jiang Donghu, a civilian, dared to contradict him, she was immediately angry. However, when she glanced at Jiang Donghu, who was tall and big, he did not make things boring, but smiled and said, "Yes, I almost forgot that your Jiang Donghu's sister is just a bitch."

Jiang Donghu stood up in anger and picked up a knife and wanted to kill the person who was owed to him.

In the crowd, a man ran out and pointed at Jin Jiula and said, "My Jiang is not a citizenship that has been sold for her body. She has been recognized because of her medicinal skills. On the contrary, you, your women and your daughter have been sold into brothels. Do you think we don't know?"

Jin Jiula's face changed, like a cat with a tail trampled on by someone, and instantly furious: "Axi, you bastard are you looking for death, right?"

Seeing that Jiang Donghu and Jin Jiula's men were tense, Liu Zaishi not only did not dissuade him, but also watched happily.

Just when they were about to fight.

Yoo Jae-suk suddenly changed his face. He wrinkled his nose and shouted hurriedly: "Don't make noise. Someone is coming. I asked the smell of burning torches."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted behind him: "There is a fire in the forest, and it must be our traces exposed. What should the leader do? Fight or escape?"

Liu Zaishi looked back and saw scattered firelights deep in the forest, and there were still quite a lot of them.

Just as he was hesitating, Jiang Donghu shouted with a big knife, "Escape? If we run away again, we will never raise our heads up for the rest of our lives. Since we run into it, kill it. One hundred ears can get freedom, and two hundred ears will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of our lives. Do you still want to escape?"

"Axi, I've done it!"

"Kill, kill..."

Yoo Jae-suk and Kim Kowla looked at each other, and both of them had a strong sense of crisis.

Compared with Jiang Donghu, who was born in the grassroots, the two little nobles obviously do not have such strong appeal.

Moreover, they were all thinking about letting their men fight, and they just had to command in the rear.

"what to do?"

"How do I know..."

"Forget it, fight, don't look at this kid who is fierce now. When he dies, we will swallow his people directly."

"Good idea!"

The two reached an alliance in an instant. Looking up, Jiang Donghu led more than 100 people with swords, guns and sticks, and rushed into the woods.

Among the more than 100 people, except for more than 50 Jiang Donghu's men, the rest were their subordinates.

Seeing this, the two of them looked dark and they wished that Jiang Donghu would be beaten to death in the next moment.

Unfortunately, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations.

The people carrying the torches in the woods were just villagers in the nearby fishing village, with no power to tie a chicken. They just heard the movements on the beach and came over to find out. They did not expect that a group of devils would be greeted...

In just a few dozen breaths, more than twenty villagers were almost killed by random knives and beaten to death by sticks.

Jiang Donghu and his men were harvesting the spoils, with more than twenty bloody right ears.

When Kim Kowla and Yoo Jae-suk ran over, they had no share.

Seeing this, Jin Jiula blushed and cursed: "Jiang Donghu, are you embarrassed to take it all alone?"

Jiang Donghu frowned slightly. The brief killing just now made him full of hostility. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jin Jiula.

The latter was so scared by his scarlet eyes that he sat on the ground: "You, you, what are you doing?"

Jiang Donghu spat with disdain, ignored him, and just looked up and said, "The twenty people who rushed to the front just now stood up, each of them took an ear back."
Chapter completed!