After the Imperial Navy retreated, Jiye City, which was originally a place of singing and dancing, fell into mourning. The nobles and slave owners had received the news that the attack of King Wuluqin's army had been blocked. They gathered on the city wall and looked at the slave resistance army approaching the city. , in panic all day long.
Under the city, flags were fluttering and shouts were loud. The slave army stood in front of the city gate in a neat and mighty posture. Looking around, the slave army's camps were scattered all over the mountains and plains on the transportation thoroughfare leading to Jiye City, like blossoming flowers on the sea. White waves surrounded Jiye City.
The rulers of the empire were afraid, ranging from the emperor and high priest to the nobles and slave owners. Without exception, their faces showed expressions of fear and helplessness.
The noose from hell is approaching them...
They smelled death.
Although the slave army was gaining momentum after defeating the three armies of King Qin and the Imperial Navy on land, Lot did not attack the city immediately.
First, the army needs to rest and prepare a detailed siege plan. For Jiye City, which has become an isolated island, the best strategy is to besiege rather than attack and instead engage in psychological warfare.
Secondly, the army of King Qin of the Five Routes has not been completely destroyed. They are only blocked on the outskirts of Jiye City. Once the attack on the city is blocked, they will make a comeback and will inevitably be attacked from behind.
Therefore, while besieging the city, Lot issued a surrender order to the supreme ruler of the empire, ordering them to lay down their weapons and open the city to surrender. This would protect their lives and the lives of their wives, children, and children. Otherwise, once the city is broken, they will be killed without mercy!
At the same time, Lot needs time, maybe three to five days will bring about a decisive reversal in the battle situation, because he has already started the layout before.
This layout was the more than 20 air squadrons he sent when he blocked the five-pronged army of King Qin. They flew to various parts of Feida in big birds, spreading the news of the elimination of the Guards Corps and the arrival of troops at Jiye City. More rebels were recruited, and at this moment, the expected effect had been achieved.
The brilliant achievements of Lot's army boosted the morale of the resistance armies across Feida, and also inspired more slaves to join the ranks of resisting nobles and slave owners.
Just 7 hours after the news was sent out, 15 slave rebel armies with a total number of more than 2 million advanced to about 200 kilometers away from the canyon where the fierce battle was fought. At the same time, more rebels were coming from all directions. Jiye City gathered together, with nearly ten million people.
What surprised Lot even more was that there were actually more than 1 million of these rebels who came from the waterway in various fishing boats and sampans.
They were slaves responsible for fishing in the empire. They were not only skilled in water skills, but also skilled in the operation of various ships.
What Luo De needs is these forces, which can not only destroy the 5th Army of King Qin for him, but also replenish his own troops. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
What he has to do now is to wait for their arrival. By then, the city will be broken.
Three days later, the result that Lord expected occurred. On the sea about 15 kilometers away from Jiye City, a water army composed of slaves attacked the remaining imperial navy.
The few dozen remaining warships fell into the siege of the slave ships. After the fierce battle at sea, the glorious Imperial Navy was destroyed. This also heralded that any attempt by Jiye City's dignitaries to escape by sea was completely eliminated. , and at the same time, it also eliminated the threat of the army led by Lot on the sea route.
Only two hours after the naval battle ended, the slave army of about 2 million people, which had advanced into the canyon area, met head-on with the 3rd Route Army, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.
Although King Qin's army on the 3rd route was well-trained and well-armed, it could not withstand the slave army's numerical superiority and repeated attacks.
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At that time, some troops were mobilized to assist in the battle, which completely turned the tide of the battle.
Finally, with the cooperation of the above two forces, the two-sided attack by the troops stationed on the high wall, and the cooperation of air power, King Qin's army was defeated and they were forced to retreat.
On the way to retreat, they were attacked and harassed by other slave rebels who continued to gather in Jiye City. After the fierce battle, only the remaining soldiers of the 3rd Route Qinwang Army abandoned their helmets and armor and fled far away.
At this point, the three armies of the King of Qin on the land route were completely lost. The nobles and slave owners no longer had the strength to organize into organized forces to extinguish the massive slave resistance armies. The empire's building was crumbling.
The ultimatum of Kaicheng's surrender was held in the hands of Emperor Busoz. His hands were trembling, and his face was stiff and pale. After a moment, he turned his eyes to the high priest beside him. The high priest looked up to the sky and roared, and then waved. He raised his hand and pointed at the towering building in the city - the six-sided tower.
Looking at the high priest's firm and outstanding eyes, Emperor Busoz nodded, as if he saw the hope of life.
Fifteen minutes later, the nobles and slave owners, including Emperor Busozzi, lined up in a long line to follow the high priest onto the six-sided tower. Behind them were the wives, children, young children and servants of the powerful nobles, and behind them were the guards. A group of about 500 axemen, carrying bright giant axes, looked full of murderous intent.
Behind the axeman was a group of ragged slaves. They were tied up with two thick ropes and were driven like a herd of sheep by sword-wielding soldiers, climbing step by step towards the top of the six-sided tower.
Soon, tens of thousands of people gathered from the body to the top of the six-sided tower. The high priest stood at the front of the tower. He stretched out his hands, raised his neck and faced the sky, muttering something in his mouth, as if calling. The gods who protect them.
Behind him were Emperor Busoz and a large group of nobles and slave owners, followed by the wives, children, young children and servants of the powerful. They all raised their necks, closed their eyes tightly, and followed the high priest in shouting in unison...
"God! Please accept the most sincere and loyal gift from your most devout Feida star!"
The shouts echoed three times on the top of the six-sided tower like ghostly voices. After the shouts, the high priest waved his hand, and 500 slaves were escorted by a group of soldiers and driven to the edge of the six-sided tower. They were ordered to kneel down on the cold ground.
The soldiers evacuated to both sides, and 500 axemen carrying giant axes gathered from both sides behind the slaves. Their hands held the giant ax tightly, and the sharp and cold ax blade pressed against the necks of the slaves. superior.
"God, these sacrifices are carefully prepared for you by your loyal slaves. Please enjoy them!" The high priest shouted while shaking his body violently. His voice was high-pitched and gloomy. He seemed to be from Feida. The only way to communicate with God.
His voice fell, and with the swaying of cold light, the sword and ax hand rose and fell, and 500 heads fell to the ground instantly, rolling along the wall of the six-sided tower like rolling stones to the bottom of the six-sided tower.
500 blood pillars shot into the air like a fountain, making a sizzling sound...
The sound was extremely uncomfortable, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, but the high priest and the dignitaries closed their eyes and sniffed carefully, as if savoring the scent of blood that made them addicted.
"God, do you smell it? Do you smell the scent of the sacrifice?"
After the high priest finished speaking, he opened his eyes and stared at the leaden sky with low clouds. His eyes were full of expectation, as if waiting for the gods' revelation.
He maintained this action for about 3 minutes, but there was still silence in the sky, no change at all, and no miracle he wanted occurred.
"God, our piety is not enough to make you appear. Please accept our sincere sacrifice again!"
He said
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After finishing, he looked at the soldiers on both sides. The soldiers waved their spears and scimitars and drove another group of slaves in the tower to the sacrificial platform.
The 500 slaves lined up again and knelt on the ground. As the axe-hand raised the ax high, the high priest shouted crazily: "God, please save Jiye City! Save Feida! Your most loyal slave will offer you the most sincere sacrifice!"
"Crack!" After a dull and neat sound of killing, the heads of 500 slaves rolled down again, and the blood sprayed on the six-sided tower, forming a gurgling stream, and the blue blood reflected Looking at the pious and anxious face of the high priest and ruler.
Under the six-sided tower, Lot stood on a chariot and quietly witnessed everything on the tower. His face was calm and collected, neither sullen nor anxious, as if he was watching a killing contest.
Completely opposite to him were the slave warriors under the chariot. They waved their weapons and cursed the high priest and ruler on the six-sided tower in unison...
They were so angry that they stared with bloody eyes, blood spurted out, and they were furious. Their angry expressions seemed to tear the high priest and ruler into pieces.
Lot did not stop these slave warriors. The more vigorously the ruler on the six-sided tower killed, the more it aroused the passion and urgency of his soldiers to attack the city.
He did not order the angry slave warriors to attack the city. Instead, he stopped some people from throwing spears and arrows at the city wall. In his opinion, this kind of killing by the rulers could not only consume their strength, but also quickly lose their hearts.
The sacrifices on the six-sided tower continued, and waves of slaves were beheaded. About 5,000 slaves died tragically. The corpses and heads under the tower piled up into a small hill.
After the slaves were killed, the high priest did not summon the god. Emperor Busoz's face showed an anxious look. He looked at the high priest who was still mumbling, feeling worried and afraid.
The high priest felt Bousoz's anxiety from the corner of his eye. He slowly turned to him, leaned slightly and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the emperor, the gods were not summoned because of their sacrifices to us. It doesn’t agree that we are not religious enough.”
"What!?"
There was shock and confusion on Busozzi's face. He spread his hands as if asking: How can the gods approve of this? What is pious enough?
The high priest's eyes turned to the family members and their guards behind the nobles and slave owners. Busoz understood, and he nodded in acquiescence.
Soon, a group of soldiers rushed to the family members and servant guards, and with a burst of wailing and begging, they forcibly pulled the latter out of the frightened eyes and weak arms of the nobles and slave owners, and brought them to the sacrificial altar. superior.
"God, your most devout slave will offer you better sacrifices, begging you to save the precarious Jiye City and save our empire."
The high priest's voice faded, and 500 nobles and slave owners' family members and servants were pressed down on the guillotine in a ratio of 3:7. As the sharp axes of the axemen fell one after another, 500 heads fell to the ground instantly.
Five waves of massacres were carried out, and the families of the nobles and slave owners were almost killed. However, there was still no sign of the end of the sacrifice, and it seemed that it was far from reaching its climax.
The nobles and slave owners trembled, as if they smelled the breath of death.
When the high priest's cold and horrifying eyes slowly turned to the trembling nobles and slave owners, a white light suddenly appeared in the sky, and an aircraft sprayed hot flames and appeared in the sky above Jiye City.
But they did not expect the god they begged for, but a space vehicle from the earth.
Liu Hanyang, Zhou Yun and Xiao Hang led some marines to arrive.
(End of chapter)
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