Ten slaves were led up in four shackles, and two were left in individual handcuffs.

Look at the slaves who were sold, all of them were yellow-skinned, weak, and had dull eyes, obviously suffering from hunger and drought to the point that they didn't want to do anything but fill their stomachs.

Abbas also took the stage and sat next to Helen. What everyone saw was that Helen was still very favored, and one of her dogs ascended to heaven, and she was reused together with her brother. And the newest woman has also taken a place.

The slaves were shackled one by one and stuffed into the iron cage, and suddenly someone shouted: "Donald, you plan to take everyone to death!"

In the midst of the uproar, five or six people drew knives and daggers of different lengths and began to cut people.

The one who cut must have supported Donald, and when he saw someone falling, the people present immediately became a mess, avoided one after another, and some fled out.

One of them, a man with a knife, slashed the slave keeper to death.

Donald jerked to his feet and shouted, "Close the cage door." "But at this time, there is already a great chaos, and whoever cares about the slaves will not have time to save their lives.

He Ningyan looked coldly at Gao Tai, there were only sixty subordinates in the end, and if there was a rebellion, it would be a small fight. The people who came to see the excitement today, except for those on duty, and those who would rather go to find women, there are less than forty left.

These people took advantage of the chaos, 3,000 Yuejia could swallow Wu, and Nurhachi had 13 pairs of armor and more than 30 horses to fight against the Jurchens.

The people present had no weapons, and when they saw that someone was dead and saw blood, they subconsciously fled out. There are only a few who want to protect the Lord, but first they have to avoid people who are panicking and running away, stepping on their feet and bumping into them.

With Helen's screams, two of them ran up the steps with knives in hand, ready to rush up, but Abbas, who was sitting there, immediately blocked them.

The other two are ready to climb directly to the neck-high platform and come up to kill Donald... Regardless of the injuries on his body, He Ningyan picked up the chair he was sitting on, stood up, and smashed it on the head of one of them.

As soon as the other party gave way, the chair smashed on his back. Suddenly, the chair was torn apart. The man also fell, and lay on the ground and fainted.

Donald ripped the panicked, screaming Helen away, grabbed the chair she was sitting on, and went with Abbas to deal with the rebels.

When I looked back, there was another person on the side of the high platform.

He Ningyan held the rest of the chair in his hand, cut off the wood, and directly inserted it into the other party's face with all his strength.

"Ah~" The man covered his bleeding eyes, screamed and fell, and tossed and turned on the ground in pain.

It seems that there is no need to worry about it there. Donald immediately turned his head and continued to fight!

Six slaves joined the rebellion. Since he is already a slave, he is dead both horizontally and vertically, so he simply rebels with him.

A few rebels with knives and daggers rushed up the steps, and the platform was not too high, and it was only necessary to jump to the platform halfway through.

Donald can only be blamed for not bringing weapons, otherwise it would not be so miserable. Look at what the other party is holding, it's a big knife, and the others are small knives that are convenient to hide.

Without weapons, He Ningyan could only take the things on the high platform, cushions, pillows, and low tables, all of which were beckoned. You can't throw the frightened big beauties on each other's heads, right?

Kick down one by one, this gauze skirt is still straight in order to save fabric, this kick "hissed", and the hem of the skirt collapsed. It's a long skirt with a high slit!

She simply lifted her long skirt to her knees, stomped on the other party's head and shoulders, and kicked down all the people who were about to come up.

But this was not a long-term solution, the tip of the knife slashed through her calf, a layer of oily skin was cut, and blood immediately flowed down.

She swept her eyes and saw the guard who had been stabbed to death in front of the iron gate, the stick in his hand. And in the iron cage trembling and hiding four slaves who did not dare to move.

She immediately shouted, "Give me the stick!" and no longer could do it, but jumped down and ran to get it. Inevitably, I have to endure the pain, and I may be stabbed before I can run away. So far, only four have been solved in total, and there are still a dozen to deal with.

A slave gritted his teeth, crawled to the door, pulled out a stick from under the dead guard, and went around the iron cage to deliver it.

More than a dozen rebels were gathered in front of the high platform, and it was impossible for him to get close. He Ningyan shouted loudly: "Throw it up!"

The slave, like a bidding gun, threw the stick at him, and then fled back to the cage in fright.

The stick was thrown onto the high platform, He Ningyan immediately picked it up, picked up the stick, stabbed down one who had climbed the high platform with a stick, and then hit the other heads like whack-a-mole.

Holding the head of the stick, using some of the original toughness of the wood, as long as the skill is right, the force of hitting it is quite amazing.

The other party immediately bled and fell screaming.

It had already taken a full three minutes, and at this time, Donald's supporters finally pushed away the last person who wanted to escape, followed He Ningyan's previous example, picked up handcuffs and leg cuffs, and attacked. And many more who came back to their senses, fled and ran back to join the battle together.

A few sticks will solve the three or four people here, He Ningyan looked sideways, Abbas fell to the ground, and only Donald was fighting hand-to-hand. So he hurriedly went up, and the stick in his hand exerted great power, picking, stabbing, knocking, and throwing, and immediately stopped all the people two steps away.

Donald had nothing to do now, standing next to him, his arm posture was still defensive, but he couldn't help but laugh at her.

Looking at this face that was getting more and more beautiful with a smile, He Ningyan rolled his eyes. There happened to be another person who was not afraid of death or pain and was about to rush up and shake a stick.

Donald shouted, "Keep your mouth alive!"

It was too late, and he had already struck a stick on the head, and blood splattered out.

Donald's supporters arrived, seized the man who saw that the general situation was ready to flee, and subdued the rest.

Most of the people lying around Donald facing the high platform are He Ningyan's masterpieces: "If you don't die, you can still sell it for money!"

He Ningyan gasped, and said angrily: "Then I'm sorry, do you still want me to pay?"

Donald smiled unusually brightly. Of course, there is no need to pay, such a woman is too late.

"Brother, brother!" Helen cried beside her.

Donald immediately restrained his smile and turned to look at Abbas: "How's it going?"

Abbas was holding his injured shoulder, and his arm was slashed with a knife, bleeding. frowned and said nothing.

"Call the doctor!" Donald went to see Abbas's injuries,

Well, leave poor her, and only take care of herself. The maid didn't know where she had fled, and no one helped her. As soon as I moved, my chest was driven, and even after two days, I still felt pain.

He Ningyan didn't care about anything, holding the stick full of blood, slowly sat down, and sat directly on the ground.

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