People's psychology will collapse when extreme fear, anxiety and horror break through the boundaries.

Now, this is the case for the bitch soldiers who have lost their direct leadership of the nobles.

Perhaps they do not lack the courage to fight for their own bad life for their own meals, but their poor cognition determines that their psychological qualities will not be very strong.

So, they lost the leader of the noble master who was acting like a leader, and they were at a loss.

The rain of arrows came, and the nobles could not show their figure in front of everyone. So no matter whether the noble man died or not, in the hearts of the bitch, he was dead.

So the bitches became frightened.

If the noble man dies, then even if they work hard, who will record their contributions?

Who would be willing to give some rewards because of his life?

No one knows.

The pursuit of interests in my heart is destined to be unable to satisfy, and the "mind" that decides everything suddenly leaves, so the components of these "trunks" and these people one after another collapse and scatter.

Wang Jian did not ask anyone to chase him, but took his own people to surround the nobleman who was hiding in the chariot.

When there are fifty Qin crossbows in front of you, any tough guy will become soft.

The nobleman looked at Wang Jian in front of him, and tugged away the copper sword in his hand, took off the armor on his body, and threw it aside.

"My family is quite capable in Handan City, and can buy me at least 500 kilograms of gold." The nobleman looked at Wang Jian: "I believe you know how much it costs."

Wang Jian smiled and looked at the nobles in front of him like a fool: "I don't plan to kill you."

"I know." The nobleman was displeased: "What's your look?"

"I think you are a fool." Wang Jian smiled.

He doesn't like to tell lies.

But sometimes, the truth hurts even more.

The nobleman's face was not good: "I will remember you by your surname, clan, name, and character after you report it! Next time, I will defeat you!"

Wang Jian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he waved his hand.

A crisp sound of "pa" is not bad.

Wang Jian slapped the noble man in front of him and swollen the face of the noble man in front of him: "At least, pay attention to his identity. Do you think I care about the little ransom you gave?"

"Master, there are eight hundred pounds." The guard on the side whispered: "Your Highness the Crown Prince told you to save money as much as possible for him."

Wang Jian sucked his teeth and nodded: "Yes, after asking about the news, let's sell him back."

"Sell?" The nobleman covered his swollen face, which was incredible: "Do you know what you are talking about? I am from the Yan clan of Ji. How can you say 'sell' to me? I was redeemed!"

Wang Jian asked, "Sell him back, just make sure he is alive, right?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes, as long as you live, you can verify your true self."

Wang Jian felt relieved and raised his hand, allowing the noble to understand what axial symmetry is.

"I'm the winner now. I said I'm selling you back, that's selling you back!"

Wang Jian remembered that in the letter sent by His Royal Highness, he specifically explained to Wang Jian that in this battle, based on the current results, they could share the amount of money and land that they could get, totaling 1.61 million yuan and 42,000 acres of land.

The land, because there is not much land left in Guanzhong, must be converted into titles and official positions.

And the money... is so much money. Except for the rewards that every soldier must have and the pensions for the dead soldiers, all the remaining money, including Prince Zheng and Wang Jian himself, is paid for four or six.

Among them, the part of the money from the prince's government will be directly invested in the peasant association and continue to cultivate elite soldiers.

What Wang Jian could get was 60% of all the money except for the rewards of a thousand people and the pensions for the dead soldiers.

The reward for a thousand people is a fixed value, so the only thing that can affect Wang Jian’s own income is the pension for the dead soldiers. Although it is not clear what the pension is, Wang Jian can clearly know one thing based on the bill: for every additional soldier dies, the money that he and the prince’s government can share will be less than 20,000 yuan.

That's a total of twenty dollars!

Four or six points, that is twelve!

For every soldier who died, Wang Jian would lose twelve pounds of income!

And now, one hundred and fifty-four soldiers of the peasant association have died!

How much is this? Wang Jian is not very good at calculating, but he thinks that this must be a big sum of money!

So these days, whenever someone mentions money to him, he will think of his 154 twelve tragedies!

The more you think about it, the more you become, the more you lose.

With so much money, how many pairs of new iron armor can I buy!

At that time, you will make a lot of money and give each of your subordinates a full meal five meals a day. Everyone will also pair it with a new pair of iron armor to fight, rush forward, cut, encircle, and win more with less. That will be a pleasure!

Wang Jian swung his palm and beat the noble man in front of him who dared to expose his psychological trauma and sprayed normal saline on it.

After this meal, I felt refreshed and refreshed.

Wang Jian, who had accumulated money for many days and lost money and died of soldiers under his command, finally vented his unhappiness.

"Master, Master." While the guards were holding back and not letting Wang Jian beat people, they secretly kicked the nobleman under the crotch without Wang Jian paying attention: "Master, stop hitting, if you beat them again, you won't be able to sell them. And we have to ask about the news!"

...

In the residence of the county magistrate of Ba County, Ju Zizhou sat quietly, and the twenty-four beauties in front of him sang and danced gently, bells and piano sounds were decorated with them. In front of him, there were mellow wine, delicious food, and fresh fruits.

The patriarch of the Baren tribe who had been to before was kneeling in his seat, staring at the beauty in front of him in a veil, and looking at the most beautiful twin women in the dance team, his eyes were endless.

"Jun Ju." The governor of Ba County raised the bronze lord: "Thank you, Mr. Ju, for telling me about the clan leader of Qi."

"A small matter." Ju Zizhou smiled perfunctorily.

"Captain Qi." The county magistrate looked at Qi, the patriarch of the Baren tribe, and said, "Please drink this bottle."

After a while, Qi pulled his mind back from the dancing beauty, reacted half a beat slow, and hurriedly raised the wine bottle.

After drinking, Tu Qiu, the governor of Ba County, quit singing, dancing and music, and caused the beautiful maid to pour the wine. He said slowly: "Although I have the recommendation of Ju Jun, I have some connection with your tribe, but the leader of Qi, you must know one thing - last year, the Ba people killed officials and rebelled, which was a big deal!"

Qi Lian reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the beautiful maid who was pouring wine beside him and nodded blankly: "Ah? Yes."
Chapter completed!