Liu Ziguang entered the city from the south gate. The council building was located in the city. The city was in chaos. There were rebels with white cloth strips wrapped around their arms everywhere, attacking important departments. There were also some unidentified and sturdy people holding sharp swords.
Fires were set everywhere, and workers and family members of the iron factory were so frightened that they hid everywhere. The small stalls selling fabrics, snacks, toys, and jewelry that were originally set up on the streets of the city were trampled to pieces. There were cries and black smoke everywhere.
Roll.
Liu Ziguang was running through the crowd, slashing anyone who stood in front of him with his sword. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his eye. It was Ding Libin, the cashier's attendant.
At this moment, Ding Libin was being pinned to the ground by two iron guards. One of them cut his hands behind his back, and the other pulled his hair. The tied hair was pulled into a straight line. There was also a guy who was holding a steel knife and gesturing at Ding Libin's body.
Neck, the poor young man's face was pale and colorless.
"Second Zhao, please be sharp with your sword and don't splatter me with blood," said Tiewei, who was pulling Ding Libin's braid.
"Stop fucking talking nonsense, kill the people quickly and go back to guard the accounting room!" Zhao Laoer said, raising the steel knife high.
Before his steel knife could strike down, Zhao Laoer was pierced through the chest by a thrown knife. The knife penetrated from the back, only reaching the handle, and a long blade emerged from the chest. The body fell with a crash.
On the ground, the other two people hurriedly let go of Ding Libin and went to grab the spear leaning against the wall. Before their hands could reach the barrel of the gun, they were caught by Liu Ziguang who flew over.
Liu Ziguang grabbed the backs of the two people's necks and hit them hard. The two heads hit each other. The helmeted head suddenly deformed. The peak of the helmet penetrated the top of the other person's helmet, and the two bodies collapsed immediately.
Ding Libin, who survived the disaster, saw that his savior was Liu Ziguang, and shouted: "Manager Liu, I know you were wronged. I heard the secret conversation between Ren Dafeng and Premier Ding. They robbed themselves and framed you, so they want to kill me."
Silence."
"Damn, not only was I responsible for the murder of Dongxiang, but I was also framed by the accounting team for stealing the treasury. I have also recorded this account and will settle it together later."
"Manager Liu, I can help you testify, but you have to save me." Ding Libin finally grasped the straw that saved his life.
What is not proven? From now on, I will prove everything with my fists and blades. However, this young man deserves his own appreciation. Death in the city in chaos is a loss, so it is better to keep him with me.
He picked up the waist knife from the dead man and hung it on Ding Libin's belt. He also grabbed the spear leaning against the wall and stuffed it into his hand. He also took a spear, hung up the waist knife, and the two fully armed men ran towards the center of the city.
go.
To the west of the city is the slave camp. The usually heavily guarded camp is now in chaos. The doors of several slave houses have been broken open, and unarmed slaves have taken advantage of the chaos and rushed out, trying to snatch the guards' weapons.
The continuous crossbows knocked down a large area, and the guards used huge iron rods as door bolts to seal off the remaining slave houses that had not been breached, but the sounds of slaves shouting and banging on the doors could still be heard from a long distance away. The guards
There were few people, and they were afraid that the slaves would rush out and mess up the situation, so they started to set fire to the slave house. In the dry weather in winter, the flames quickly started to spread, and the smoke went straight into the sky.
Liu Ziguang, who saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but stop. His brothers who were slaves were being killed and burned.
"Miss, I can't save you." Liu Ziguang muttered silently towards the direction of the parliament building.
"Go, follow me and don't leave even half a step away." Liu Ziguang shouted at Ding Libin, raised his spear and strode towards the slave camp where he was imprisoned, enslaved, oppressed and tortured for a year.
Manager Wang of the slave camp is one of Yu Hualong's confidants. The main task of this uprising is to guard the slave camp and avoid bombing the camp. The slaves will still be useful in the future, so they cannot be slaughtered unless it is absolutely necessary. These have long been
The slaves who planned to riot finally seized the opportunity today and tried to break out of the camp and escape. Fortunately, Supervisor Wang made a prompt decision and ordered the shooting, which temporarily stopped the momentum. However, the slaves in all the slave houses were knocking on the door, letting these people be killed.
When the slaves who had been locked up for a long time came out, the iron factory would become more chaotic, so Supervisor Wang ordered the fire to be set on fire and the five thousand slaves were burned to death in the slave house.
The iron guards loyal to the eldest lady were divided and surrounded by the rebels and had no time to take care of themselves. Therefore, the slave camp only had to face internal pressure. Three hundred guards, carrying crossbows and spears, vigilantly monitored the slave houses in flames.
When someone appeared, they fired crossbows to kill them, but there were only a few dozen people defending the outside of the camp.
The guards in front of the camp saw two men with weapons rushing towards them, and there were no white towels on their arms to mark their status. They didn't ask any questions and just fired their crossbows.
The guard used an old-fashioned Zhuge serial crossbow. Every time the mechanism was triggered, it could shoot out an iron arrow. Dozens of multiple crossbows were fired at the same time. The locust-like iron arrows flew towards the two of them. Liu Ziguang danced the spear and fired the iron arrow.
The arrows flew away, and Ding Libin hid behind Liu Ziguang unscathed. The guards looked fierce, and they finished shooting their arrows. They were hurriedly reloading their crossbows and calling for reinforcements. Liu Ziguang had already approached the gate of the camp, and the heavy
It usually took four people to push the big iron gate open. Liu Ziguang didn't intend to break in, because a wall of this height was simply child's play for him. He threw the spear out with all his strength and stuck it on the wall, holding Ding Libin in one hand.
He took two steps, jumped up, stepped on the barrel of the gun, used the force to jump, and landed firmly on the wall. On the inner side of the wall was a shelf that could hold a person, and a guard standing on the shelf.
When they saw Liu Ziguang's bravery, they were frightened. Liu Ziguang took the spear in Ding Libin's hand and stabbed and picked him. Five or six guards were knocked down and fell to pieces, and the rest dispersed and fled down the wall.
Liu Ziguang chased down the wall and met a large group of guards who came to support him. The guards formed a fan and stabbed out their spears neatly. Liu Ziguang held the tail of the gun barrel and swung a large gun into a round shape and swept it towards the crowd.
The guards were like a strong wind blowing, and twenty or thirty spears flew into the sky. The guards without weapons turned and fled. Liu Ziguang followed closely, using the spears to make the iron leaves of their armor fly all over the sky. Who is Ding Libin?
The young man Xinxing saw the boss he was following driving the guards away majestically like a duck. He couldn't help but smile. He drew out his sword and followed it up with a fake show of force, slashing in the air while chanting "I will kill, I will kill."
The guards retreated hastily, but under the supervision of the large group of people led by Supervisor Wang, they turned around and came back to fight. There were only three hundred guards in total, and this time more than a hundred people gathered around. No matter how fierce the general was, he couldn't hold back like this.
The siege of many people, spears, knives, shields, and crossbows took turns to attack Liu Ziguang.
Seeing the fire spreading in the slave house, Liu Ziguang became furious and stabbed the three guards into candied haws. He grabbed a big knife and rushed into the crowd to kill them. In a moment, his severed arms and heads flew away, and blood flowed out.
The brain was of a different color, and the guards were outmatched. He took advantage of the situation and rushed to the door of the A-size slave house where he had lived. The fire was already very strong, and the wood was burned. There were rude yells and banging on the door from inside the slave house.
The sound of the big iron door latch on the door did not deform at all under the impact. Liu Ziguang hurriedly lifted the door latch, turned around and smashed at the guards who were trying to attack him from behind. The door latch, which took four people to lift, knocked down a group of guards. Then, the door
There was a loud noise and fell to the ground. A group of slaves with sparks on their bodies could not stop their steps and rolled beside the gate. The strong man at the head saw Liu Ziguang and shouted in surprise: "Fourth brother, it's you!" It was Zhamu.
And. Anthony and Duncan came out with all the slaves, all of them covered their faces with cloth strips that smelled of urine.
"Fourth brother, I knew you would come." Anthony said, throwing down the wet cloth covering his face. If he hadn't thought of covering his mouth and nose with the urine-soaked cloth, he might have died from the smoke before he was burned to death.
"Come on, this is not the place to talk." Liu Ziguang said hurriedly, pulling off his waist knife and handing it to Anthony. As he spoke, arrows from the guards were fired at him, and all the slaves fell to the ground.
Zhan Muhe leaned over to pick up the bow and arrow from the dead guard, opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and set three feather arrows in his right hand. The three arrows were released. The crossbowmen of the three guards opposite fell to the ground, and the slaves also picked up the arrows on the ground.
Weapons, those with crossbows and crossbows were shooting at each other with the guards, and those with spears and swords were preparing to form a team to rush outside the camp.
"Hurry up and open the doors of other slave houses. Only if we all rush together can we have hope." Liu Ziguang shouted, "We have already sent people." Zhamuhe replied while shooting arrows. He got the bow and arrow again, and the arrows were fired accurately.
, worthy of the title of "Zhe Farewell". Liu Ziguang looked up and saw Duncan holding a long sword and a shield, leading a group of big and round slaves, running to other slave houses.
Supervisor Wang discovered Duncan's plan and ordered the crossbowmen to shoot at the slaves who had run to the door of the slave house No.
No arrows were hit, but he was suppressed firmly.
Liu Ziguang was furious and swung his sword to kill the crossbowmen. The crossbowmen hurriedly shot arrows to stop him, but he waved his sword and swatted away the arrows like flies. In a blink of an eye, they were in front of him. The crossbowmen saw
Overlooking Liu Ziguang's fierceness, he turned around and walked away, when a spearman came to resist him.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duncan jumped up and pushed down the latch on the door of the No. B slave house. There was another bang, and a group of battered and smoky slaves ran out while coughing desperately and rolling out.
Duncan led people to open the doors of other slave houses. Some of the slave houses that were the first to catch fire were already engulfed in raging flames. He reluctantly pushed down the latch and opened the door. The fresh air from outside poured in, and the flames of Lao Gao's fire started again.
, there was a high pile of charred corpses at the door, most of the bodies were intact, and they were obviously smoked to death. A smell of burnt protein floated in the air.
The slaves who escaped from the cage were suppressed by arrows. Some people were shot to the ground one after another. The screams were loud. The slaves were looking for concealments and weapons everywhere. Some people rushed into the dining hall and picked up the pot lids.
Shields, kitchen knives, rolling pins, and large shovels for cooking large pots of food were all searched for to make weapons. There were also slaves who were closer to the tool room. They broke open the door and ran in, picking up axes, pickaxes, hammers, and iron.
Cones, wicker hats and bamboo baskets. The slaves were all prisoners of war, and at least they had been on the battlefield with real swords and guns. Seeing that freedom was about to be achieved, they also had iron tools in their hands, and began to gather in the camp square, preparing to forcibly
Break through the door.
Liu Ziguang also retreated and stood together with his three brothers. The slaves were all soldiers. At this time, they spontaneously formed a battle formation according to the structure of the slave brigade. Those with weapons stood in the front row, and those who were unarmed and injured stood in the front row.
In the back row, there was a slave with high prestige, who had been a low-level officer before, shouting loudly and commanding each team.
Seeing thousands of slaves forming a formation in the open space and about to rush over, Manager Wang was also red-eyed. If these thousands of beasts were released, not only the lives of all living beings would be destroyed, but his own head would definitely not be saved. "Get on the crossbow!"
” he shouted sharply.
A group of guards rolled out two large wheeled shooting machines from the house next to the camp gate. Two soldiers sat on both sides of the machines, stepping on the pedals at the same time and pulling the powerful bow strings. Another soldier held a short spear on one side.
The same arrows are swung into the feed slide, and the bowstring is tightened under the drive of the chain. When the stroke reaches the end, it automatically rebounds, and the wooden and iron-tipped arrows that are thicker and heavier than ordinary arrows are continuously fired.
Go out and shoot arrows like shortened spears with whistles towards the place where the slaves gather.
Like boiling water splashing snow, powerful arrows were everywhere, and the crowd was shot through a bloody alleyway. The arrows still continued to be powerful after hitting several people, and directly pierced the wall of the slave house behind them, making the people who had been burned loose by the fire
The brick wall collapsed, and the slaves' battle formation was quickly disrupted. They stepped on the corpses to dodge the shooting direction of the crossbows.
"Quickly, pull out the table in the canteen!" Liu Ziguang shouted.
Anthony understood immediately and called his team to run into the dining hall. While the fire was still small, he dragged a few long dining tables out and blocked them in front. The slaves of other teams also followed suit, using dining tables made of thick wooden boards as shields.
, although it is better than nothing, it is still much stronger than resisting with flesh and blood.
Seeing the chaos in the opponent's formation, Supervisor Wang decisively ordered, "Form up!" The remaining guards quickly formed a square formation, with the spearmen in front and the sword and shield men behind. The archers stood on the shelves of the wall to continue.
To shoot arrows, two crossbows were pushed to both sides of the phalanx to suppress fire.
"Advance", Supervisor Wang gave the order, and the phalanx began to move forward, with swords and guns shining, and steps firm. Although there were only a few hundred people, there was still an momentum that oppressed the slaves.
Behind them were the collapsed slave houses, raging fire, and in front of them a forest of swords and guns. The slaves who lacked weapons began to panic.
"There are few guards and many of us, so we can only charge hard." Liu Ziguang said to the people next to him. Although the slaves have some combat experience, they lack unified command and need someone to take the lead in the charge.
Liu Ziguang jumped up from behind the table, stood on the table and shouted: "If you advance, you will live, if you retreat, you will die. Brothers, charge with me!" After speaking, he raised his long knife and rushed towards the guarding square single-handedly.
Fearing that Liu Ziguang would make a mistake, Zhamu hurriedly stood up, fired several arrows, picked up a long bow, picked up a spear and followed closely. Anthony and Duncan also picked up weapons, not to be outdone, the four of them shouted and charged.
Thousand Slaves also understood that if they didn't rush out to riot, their success would be in vain. When they saw 9527 and those fierce men from the first team charging forward without hesitation, the crowd was boiling.
"No matter what happens, I will die. I have to find someone to support you."
"The people in the second brigade are not cowards. Brothers, come on."
"It's just a life, I'll risk it all!"
The slaves were so excited that they picked up the arrows fired from the crossbows and used them as weapons. They jumped over the long table and rushed towards the guard square. Thousands of slaves were like black clouds, rolling over overwhelmingly.