Song Ziyu led everyone to ambush not far outside Blade Fire City, waiting until night fell, and when Blade Fire City was about to close its gates, Song Ziyu walked to the door alone.
"Stop, who are you?"
The guard at the door yawned, obviously not taking Song Ziyu's arrival too seriously.
After all, in the eyes of the guards, Song Ziyu was just a person, and there was no need for him to make a fuss, let alone be nervous.
Song Ziyu walked up to the guards and said, "Gentlemen, I want to enter the city, but I don't know what conditions are required?"
Hearing this, several guards laughed like pigs.
"Boy, I'm afraid there's something wrong with your brain. Do you know where this is?"
The soldier guarding the city gate asked with a sneer.
"I don't know where this is!" Song Ziyu continued to act crazy.
The guard chuckled, "Have you ever heard of Blade Fire City? It's a place that can scare you to death!"
Song Ziyu said "Ah" and pretended to be very scared.
"What is this place?" Song Ziyu asked timidly.
"You have only two identities if you want to enter the city," the guard said.
"Which two kinds?" Song Ziyu asked curiously.
The guard smiled and said: "One is a manager, and the other can only be a slave."
"I can be a manager with difficulty." Song Ziyu recommended himself.
Everyone on the side laughed even more cheerfully.
"Hahaha, how could you dare to say such a thing? From my perspective, your body is perfect for being a slave." The guard put away his smile and said coldly.
"That's it, then I won't go into the city. The slave has a hairy head." Song Ziyu played hard to get, pretending to be very scared, and turned around to leave.
"You're here and you want to leave? There's no way out!" The guard gave the order, and several people surrounded Song Ziyu.
"Capture him and send him to the slave camp."
The guard said: "This kind of waste that you brought to your door must be put to good use. It must never be wasted."
Immediately, without needing too many orders, a group of people went straight up and arrested Song Ziyu.
Song Ziyu did not resist at all and allowed these people to manipulate him.
This is the result Song Ziyu wants.
Song Ziyu was soon arrested and taken to a slave camp in the city.
Selling a slave means earning a sum of money. When the guards caught Song Ziyu to teach, they naturally made extra money, so everyone enjoyed it.
Song Ziyu carefully identified the road and confirmed the direction along the way, and he quickly became familiar with the geographical environment of Blade Fire City.
Along the way, Song Ziyu felt very strange because he didn't see too many soldiers in Blade Fire City...
Soon, Song Ziyu was thrown into a slave camp.
This is an environment similar to a concentration camp, surrounded by fences and confined in a fixed area, and a large group of dark slaves are imprisoned together.
After Song Ziyu entered the slave camp, he saw no manager taking care of him. Most of the slaves around him had numb faces and indifferent expressions. It was obvious that they had been locked up for too long and were no longer normal.
It was already dark at this time. Song Ziyu walked around casually and estimated that there were at least several thousand slaves in the camp, and there were only a few dozen camp managers.
This is truly a magical thing.
Dozens of guards can manage thousands of slaves, a pigsty?
At this time, several slaves came forward to talk to Song Ziyu, asking which settlement Song Ziyu came from and whether he needed to recognize a big brother in the slave camp.
Song Ziyu did not expect that these guys had become slaves. They were not thinking about how to escape, but were thinking about forming a gang.
Humanity is so depraved that it is truly intoxicating.
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Song Ziyu said to the slave.
"Then you might be in trouble!"
The slave said: "Here we are, without the help of the community and brothers, life will be miserable..."
Song Ziyu interrupted the slave and asked, "Where do the guards in this place live?"
When Song Ziyu asked this question, the slave who came up to get close to him was a little confused, so he pointed to the few places with lights on not far away and said, "That's where the guards live. How many women are there tonight?" They called, I guess it was bad luck...Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do? Those guys are not easy to mess with, you must not go and die."
Before the slave had finished speaking, Song Ziyu had already swaggered towards the guards' residence.
At this time, the room was lit with lights, and several guards were playing with two female slaves inside. There was also a guard on duty at the door.
The guard on duty sat on a chair, with an old shotgun leaning next to him.
Seeing Song Ziyu coming over, this guy didn't even realize the problem.
"What do you do?"
the old guard asked.
Song Ziyu walked towards the guard slowly and asked with a smile: "Does your gun work well?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Can my gun still work?"
Before the guard could react, Song Ziyu had already walked up to the guard, grabbed the shotgun that was leaning next to him, swung the gun and hit the guard in the face.
The guard probably didn't expect that there would be anyone among the slaves who dared to be so rebellious, so he neglected to take precautions and was shot in the head by Song Ziyu on the spot.
After the muffled sound, before anyone in the room could even react, Song Ziyu walked into the room with the shotgun in hand, and then closed the door.
The room was full of life, and as messy as you wanted.
Song Ziyu laughed evilly and started to move directly.
Then there was a crackling sound of bones breaking and screams.
However, the sound was very short, because Song Ziyu was very ruthless in order not to alert the enemy, and promised not to leave anyone alive.
After opening the door, Song Ziyu threw away the completely bent shotgun in his hand, wiped the snow on his face, and then put on the guard's brand new weapons and equipment.
After Song Ziyu got rid of the guards, he walked slowly back to the camp where the slaves lived and opened the door of the room.
The slaves in the room were joining a group to keep warm. When they saw Song Ziyu walking into the room, they all cast numb glances.
Song Ziyu threw several guns and a bunch of weapons plundered from the guard room on the ground, and then said lightly: "Those who want to be free can do it tonight! Follow me if you are not afraid of death!"
After saying this, Song Ziyu walked out of the slave camp with a gun in his hand.
A large number of slaves were baffled by Song Ziyu's behavior and had no idea what the new guy was doing.
But when several cowardly guys saw the weapons on the ground, they immediately understood what Song Ziyu meant.
Looking at the guns and machetes, several slaves who still had resistance in their hearts picked up the weapons on the ground and followed Song Ziyu's pace, then walked out of the camp.
The remaining slaves, no matter how stupid they were, figured it out.
This is going to change!
Freedom beckons to everyone.
The slaves crowded at the door and watched. When they saw someone successfully walking out of the camp, the slaves could no longer hold back and immediately went to bed!
…
Song Ziyu didn't know what the slaves thought. Song Ziyu knew that he had done what he should do.
Carrying a gun and arriving at the city gate, Song Ziyu easily eliminated the dozing gatekeeper.
These idiot-like guys just sent Song Ziyu to the slave camp a few hours ago, only to lose their heads a few hours later. It's really sad.
Song Ziyu killed the guards and then opened the city gate smoothly.
Su Zhen, who had been in ambush for a long time, came to the door to meet with her men.
"Boss Song, pick up
What to do when you get down? Su Zhen asked.
Song Ziyu made arrangements calmly: "Su Zhen, take a few people to the slave camp to find Huang Yuan's friends. The others disperse and set fire to the city. The bigger the noise, the better, and the bigger the chaos, the better!"
