With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

Seeing everyone’s excited faces and their ready agreement, Zhou Yue continued.

"But we still have to ask the hunters in town for help. When they are working, we have to stand guard with guns. If anyone dares to cause trouble, we will just shoot them!"

"Okay! No problem!"

After Zhou Yue's proposal was passed, the town soon became busy and lively.

On a nearby hill, prisoners in shackles chopped down trees with axes.

Cutting down trees is hard and strenuous work. In this cool late autumn day, the prisoners were sweating profusely from exhaustion.

After the tree is cut down, it has to be dragged all the way down the mountain.

They were dragged to the town, cut into short pieces with a saw, split into appropriate sizes, and stacked neatly.

The villagers had it much easier; the hunters just had to stand behind and guard with their hunting rifles in hand.

Zhou Yue also followed behind with a pistol, watching the whole process.

Although our discipline stipulates that prisoners should be treated well, it also depends on what kind of prisoners they are.

If we look at the prisoners we met during the Long March, although they were from different camps, they were all compatriots.

They should indeed be treated preferentially, and it would be best if they could join our camp.

But these captives from the island countries were not killed. Instead, they were allowed to work in the village, which was the greatest privilege they could receive!

The mountains and forests were all covered with lush trees. Walking among them, Zhou Yue felt like she was in a natural oxygen bar.

Although villagers often chopped firewood, it was different from the large-scale logging in modern times.

Modern commercial logging involves cutting down a large area at a time, and the destructive power is extremely alarming.

When the villagers cut down trees, they mainly choose dead trees and old trees, and leave the younger trees to continue growing.

"Gilly-gul-gul, gul-gul-gul-gul!"

After one of the prisoners said a long string of words, he threw his axe to the ground and sat on the ground, refusing to get up.

When the two captives nearby saw this scene, they dropped their axes and lay directly on the ground.

"What is this grandson mumbling?"

"I don't understand! Are you scolding me?"

"I don't know, it feels like they want to go on strike!"

"Strike? That just makes them bolder!"

A hunter held a shotgun and pointed it at the prisoner's head.

"Don't be lazy, you bastard! Get up quickly!"

The prisoner sat on the ground, looking at the people around him with hatred, but had no intention of getting up.

"Jiliguala! Gabubanglabangdu!"

No one could understand what he was saying at all, after all, there was a language barrier.

The hunter poked the captive's head hard with his gun and spoke in a raised voice.

"Hurry up and get to work! Or I'll really shoot!"

The prisoner was completely defeated and just lay on the ground with his eyes closed.

Everyone was furious when they saw this scene.

"Hey! This grandson! He's really getting excited, isn't he?"

"What if they really can't get up?"

"Do you really want to shoot? I haven't killed anyone yet..."

Although you hate these prisoners with all your might, you are all genuine farmers and your hands have never been stained with human blood.

No matter how scoundrel these prisoners were, they couldn't be shot to death directly.

The prisoners spoke an island language that the villagers could not understand, but Zhou Yue had a system and knew what they were saying.

What they were saying was simply that they were the heroic warriors of the Emperor, and even if they were captured, they could not be humiliated like this.

There is a lot of gibberish, but it can be summed up in one sentence: a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated.

Zhou Yue sneered in her heart. These unscrupulous executioners are still quite tough now!