Song Ziyu gave the order, and a dozen of his men immediately started working.
at this time!
The slave, who was brave enough and fat enough, followed him all the way to the city gate and was hesitating whether to leave.
When hearing Song Ziyu's words, the slaves were entangled.
Are you staying to help?
Or just run away?
this is a problem.
Slaves had a choice to make.
after all!
Freedom is at hand!
As long as they walk out of this city gate, slaves can realize the freedom they dream of.
…
Unexpectedly, most of the slaves chose to stay and help after hearing that Song Ziyu arranged for someone to set the fire!
The reason is probably that the slaves themselves know that unless the Blade Fire City is destroyed, the foundation of the slave catching team will not be destroyed.
Even if everyone escapes, I'm afraid they won't end well.
As the saying goes, you can't escape the first day of the Lunar New Year, but you can't escape the fifteenth day.
Just because everyone can escape today doesn't mean they won't be caught tomorrow.
certainly!
There are also people who are so enthusiastic about arson. In the final analysis, they still hate the slave catching team.
No one is born a slave, and no one is born to be a slave.
Becoming a slave was entirely due to the violence of the slave catcher.
This is a towering tree grown from the seeds of hatred, the kind that can be pierced by the sky.
so!
Everyone will choose to join!
With the addition of these slaves, the number of people in the arson brigade instantly increased!
Not only that.
A slave also brought good news:
This slave had been deployed to participate in the manual labor of transporting arms, so he knew the specific location of the arsenal in Blade Fire City.
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's whole body trembled with excitement.
Where's the arsenal?
This is really a big deal.
Song Ziyu immediately led everyone towards the location of the arsenal.
Along the way, more slaves were coming, and many people spontaneously joined the team.
It's time to show off your eloquence.
Looking at the people gathered around him, Song Ziyu climbed up to a high place, raised his arms and shouted to the slaves: "No one is born a slave! Those who enslave us must pay the price!"
The slaves looked at Song Ziyu blankly, with ripples gradually appearing in their stagnant eyes.
"You! Are you going to be a coward for the rest of your life, or are you going to be a real man...even if you are going to die in the next second? How do you choose?"
Song Ziyu asked with a roar.
To be a coward for the rest of his life?
Or be a real man for five seconds?
The slaves' faces gradually became expressions.
Once upon a time, slaves also had personalities, personalities, and tempers...
Once upon a time, everyone was human!
once Upon a time……
The blood in the slave's heart is awakened!
…
"What do we need to do?"
There were many knowledgeable people among the slaves. A man with a shaved head and a handsome face walked up to Song Ziyu and introduced himself: "Zhang Song, former deputy commander of the Tornado Mercenary Group... When my people were exploring the dark mountains, I was attacked by the slave-catching team, and the members died and were captured. I am sworn in with the gangsters of the slave-catching team! If there is a chance to retaliate against them, I must be counted among them."
Someone took the lead, and the remnants of the tornado mercenary group immediately responded, and Song Ziyu's momentum instantly became huge.
"And I!"
"Count me in."
"Me too!"
When the other slaves saw it, most of them expressed that they wanted to follow the crowd. There were really many people who responded to every call.
So with the encouragement of a small group of people, the slaves looked at Song Ziyu eagerly, waiting for Song Ziyu's order.
Unconsciously, Song Ziyu became the backbone of this group of slaves.
Maybe.
Some people are born leaders.
When he stood in the crowd, every word he spoke was an inspiring medicine.
This is just like when Adolf could inspire hundreds of millions of people to become enemies of the world.
It's like a prairie fire.
…
Tears!
Seeing that people's hearts are so available, Song Ziyu's heart is full of enthusiasm.
In an instant, Song Ziyu's heart died and he came back to life.
The years of burning passion are back again.
Song Ziyu was in high spirits, and his whole body seemed to be filled with energy as if it was a light.
Song Ziyu knew that now was the time when he had to show his strength.
Song Ziyu thought of the past when he commanded thousands of troops and rebuked Fang Qiu in Longshan.
Immediately, Song Ziyu asked Zhang Song and Su Zhen to select several capable backbones.
Then, these backbones took the lead to quickly count the slaves who had combat experience... In less than a few minutes, hundreds of "warriors" who volunteered were selected.
Song Ziyu asked others to set fires randomly in the city to create chaos and attract the enemy's attention, while he led "hundreds of elites" to attack the arsenal.
In order for everyone to form combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time, the seizure of the arsenal is essential.
Everything went surprisingly smoothly!
Although there were occasional resisters on the road, Song Ziyu took the lead, killing people and killing ghosts. Anyone who dared to resist was instantly submerged in the sea of slaves.
Soon, the team arrived at the arsenal in a mighty manner.
There are people guarding this place too!
But there were only a dozen soldiers on duty.
This person was completely defenseless and was completely blinded in front of hundreds of big men.
They may never have imagined that someone would dare to rebel!
Are these slaves crazy?
With this question, the guards were sent directly to hell.
Everyone successfully opened the arsenal and saw a large number of weapons and equipment... Song Ziyu immediately ordered to change clothes!
Armed with these weapons and equipment, the slaves were transformed and became more powerful.
from now on!
Anyone who wants to reason with himself should ask the gun in everyone's hand if he will answer!
…
The entire Blade Fire City is in chaos!
Raise fire to the sky.
There were scenes of burning fires everywhere, and the thick smoke and flames dyed the city orange-red.
At this time, the slaves had taken control of the city gates and various important intersections in the city, and killed all the few people in the city who dared to resist.
Come and try it quickly. 】
There are not many defenders in the city, and they are in retreat.
Song Ziyu calmly mobilized his troops and generals, dismembered, divided, surrounded, and then wiped out the enemy with absolute superiority.
At this time, another slave came to Song Ziyu with dozens of people and reported: "We have surrounded the city lord's mansion, and the resistance there is fierce!"
Song Ziyu was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't expect that these slaves were very capable of exerting their subjective initiative. He didn't even have time to take care of the affairs of the city lord's palace, but the slaves spontaneously surrounded him.
Song Ziyu doesn’t know!
The slaves in the slave camp had been squeezed to the extreme for a long time, like a spring that was too tight. They suffered from no chance to resist. Now that they finally found the opportunity, the brutality of their revenge was beyond Song Ziyu's imagination.
When Song Ziyu led a large force to the vicinity of the City Lord's Mansion, the offensive and defensive battle had already been going on for a long time.
It was Zhang Song and the remnants of the Tornado Mercenary Group who commanded the battle.
This mercenary team was very good at fighting. They set up multiple cross-fire points outside the city lord's palace relying on residential buildings and buildings, and beat the defenders of the city lord's palace into misery.
When Song Ziyu came to the scene, he saw that the ground was full of corpses of the defenders who had been beaten to death.
"All the defenders of Blade Fire City who survived retreated to the city lord's palace." Zhang Song stepped forward to negotiate with Song Ziyu, with a sad look on his face.
"What are you worried about?" Song Ziyu saw Zhang Song's uneasiness at a glance and asked.
"The number is wrong!" Zhang Song said: "The slave catchers' defenders cannot only have this number. Their main force seems not to be in the city."
Song Ziyu said: "We can't control so much now. The top priority is to capture the city lord's palace and kill all the enemies."
"Yes! No matter what fate we will face next, at least we have the initiative now." Zhang Song nodded.
So, the fierce battle began!
…
Facing the city lord's palace in the high-walled compound, slaves screamed and climbed up the wall from all directions, trying to climb over and enter the city.
The several-meter-high wall was not enough to stop the slaves' hateful and fanatical footsteps. Many slaves successfully climbed onto the courtyard wall with the help of various tools.
However, the defense on the courtyard wall is very strong.
Ninety percent of the surviving enemies in Blade Fire City retreated to the City Lord's Mansion, which directly caused the City Lord's Mansion's defense to be unprecedentedly powerful.
Of course the remnants of the slave-catching team knew the consequences of being captured by the slaves, so after retreating into the city lord's palace, everyone resisted risking their lives for fear of falling behind.
This level of resistance directly resulted in the fact that all the slaves who dared to climb over the courtyard wall and enter the city lord's mansion were spared.
After these slaves entered the courtyard wall, they were immediately beheaded!
The screams were heard one after another, frightening like a death spell in the dark night.
As time passed, the fanatical slaves no longer dared to rush into the city lord's mansion without any hesitation.
This is no different from giving away someone's head. No fool would dare to do it all the time.
During this stalemate, Song Ziyu gave the order: "Come here, where is the second battalion commander? Go and bring me the Italian cannon from the arsenal, I'm going to blast it!"
Hearing Song Ziyu's inexplicable roar, Su Zhen, who was standing next to Song Ziyu, was stunned: "What kind of gun?"
Song Ziyu scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed. He composed the words by himself, but it was a pity that everyone couldn't link up the dream.
Zhang Song, who was born as a mercenary, has a much more flexible mind than Su Zhen.
This handsome-faced man called to his men: "It doesn't matter what kind of cannon it is, as long as it can be used, I will arrange for someone to pull it up right now."
soon!
A large-caliber mountain gun was dragged up.
Song Ziyu glanced at the muzzle of the cannon.
Good guy!
A cannon with a caliber of 105 mm, the weight of the shell alone is close to 30 kilograms!
This thing needs a fucking shot...
Song Ziyu didn’t dare to think about it!
Zhang Song had mercenaries who were gunners. After some calibration, the muzzle of the gun was flattened, then loaded and fired.
But listen to the loud bang!
The earth shook!
The gate of the city lord's palace, along with the dozens of meters of surrounding walls, were all directly destroyed by the cannonballs.
Seeing this scene, the slaves rushed into the city lord's palace with guns and guns without Song Ziyu's greeting.
Revenge, today!
