Three days later, our sailboat quietly docked in an unnamed harbor on the shores of the Katan Sea. ┏┛

It seems that the news of the fall of Flying Fish Reef has not yet reached Knightsburg, and the surrounding sea and the gallop on the shore are silent, and there is not half a figure to be seen.

We hurriedly disembarked and crossed the gallop and headed out into the depths of the desert to the east.

The golden light of the desert in the afternoon flickered, stabbing people to open their eyes, but it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was no longer as hot as midsummer.

Everyone was in a hurry, and there was no communication, only the sonorous sound of swords, guns and soft armor colliding.

Time is of the essence, and we must deal with our opponents before we get word from the Knightsburg.

Once the other party takes precautions, recruits troops, and then spreads the "banditry" to the surrounding castles and manors, it will be extremely difficult for us to succeed.

Looking back at these heavily armed brothers, a heroic spirit arose.

Back then, the "Champion Hou" Huo Quai's lone army went deep into the hinterland of the Huns, and went straight to Guzang City and Yanzhi Mountain, which is also like this!

After more than three hours of speeding through the hinterland of Canaan, where the Gobi, desert and rocky mountains are intertwined, a mountain oasis in front of us came into our sight.

But when I saw four or five horsemen galloping from the hillside in front of me, and when I looked closer, I realized that it was our big brother Langton and a few Semitic men from the Golan Ranch.

Qingluan had already sent the news of our return back to the pasture in advance, and specially asked Langton to prepare sixty flying horses and supplies to join us in this pasture.

"Young master! Qin Chong! Liu Zhen'er! ”

I haven't seen him for a year, and Brother Langton has aged a lot, turned over and dismounted and hugged us, and before he could speak, he was already in tears and couldn't cry.

Dawan Wuqing, who rode from Khotan, remembered our old masters, and ran to us with a long roar, his mane flowing like a cloud, grinding against my shoulders and snorting with joy.

That kind of intimacy is no less than that of relatives who have been reunited after a long absence.

"Brother Langton, you and Duo'er go back to the ranch to pack up! As soon as the matter is over at Knightsburg, we will immediately set off for the East! ”

I rolled over and stepped onto my mount, shouting orders to Langton and Dole.

If the Knight's Fort can't be solved by sunset tomorrow, we'll be in big trouble!

"Brother, you have to count this time!" Ignoring me along the way, Gulando asked back.

"A gentleman's words are hard to chase! Girl! Your brother and I can't wait to grow a pair of wings now and fly back to our hometown as soon as possible! ”

I hung the longbow and quiver in the saddle and instructed Ronier to get on their horses quickly.

"Brother Langton! Go back alone, you have to put away the white silk scrolls I drew on the way!" ”

Our brother and sister were finally reunited, and Grulando, though resentful of our killing, did not want to be separated from me for a moment.

"Don't worry, miss! Shamihan! Qin Chong! Liu Zhen'er! You have to protect Miss along the way! ”

After more than a year of getting along day and night, Brother Langton, Lao Han and Duo'er are now brothers and sisters.

"Don't worry, brother!"

"Go back, Langton, and get us some more roast wine!"

Ronier and Salander have all been mounted, and everyone is sorry to say goodbye.

Under Shamihan's leadership, the first manor we were to conquer was fifty miles away in the Sani Valley.

The owner of the estate, known as the Marquis of Arnier, from Constantinople, had the largest cotton plantation and cotton workshop in the entire Golan Mountains.

He was greedy for money, stingy, and unrighteous, and there were more than 500 slave laborers who worked for him all year round.

In particular, it can be seen that in the Eastern Roman Empire, the use of slave labor on the estates of lords was a common thing.

The emperor's ** team went around to conquer cities, and the captives were also extremely important spoils, which could provide cheap slaves for the lords of the manors throughout the country.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the season of cotton picking in the oasis of the Canaan Mountains, and when we arrived at the Sani River Valley, we saw that the Qianmo Plains on both sides of the Long River were all white.

Dozens of manor overseers lazily scattered around the cotton fields, urging the slaves to pick the white clouds of cotton wool.

"Neil, how can we get these slaves together?"

The purpose of our trip was to gather strength to fight the Knights' Castle, and I didn't want to harm the goods and lives of these lords.

Because whether it is Qingfengze in Khotan in the Western Regions, or Longxi Manor outside Jiankang City in the East, our Yi family is one of the most powerful and wealthy families, similar to the lord manor of this Roman country.

The difference is that my family's property and business uphold fair trade, children are not deceived, and a gentleman's love of money is also the foundation of my family's history for generations.

And the lords of the Roman kingdom often used hundreds or thousands of slaves to work for them, and they treated people like cattle and did not pay them.

Such ill-gotten gains have been made too much, and they are not afraid of retribution.

"Lord of the East, it's a trivial matter! Ha ha! All we need is a torch to stir up a sea of fire! ”

After the Flying Fish Reef, Ronier completely regained his true colors as a Persian border commander, sitting on horseback with a long knife in his hand, and looking like a majestic general.

"Prepare the torches! Burn me! ”

With a wave of his hand, several Persian brothers lit the black oil torches that had been prepared and threw them into the dry white cotton fields beside them.

As soon as our unsolicited caravan arrived in the valley, it caught the attention of the overseers, who did not know where we came from.

Now when they saw us openly setting fire to the fields, they were all shocked and rushed towards this side with swords in hand.

These are our opponents, and before they could get closer, the screech of pike darts and feathered arrows pierced the sky, and the overseers who were at the front of them fell to their deaths in an instant.

The rest of the cowards were scattered when they saw the scene, and fled for their lives.

Ronier was right, as the fire spread, the initial hesitation of the slave laborers who were picking cotton soon turned into cheers resounding through the mountains.

They know that the merciful God, the gods, has at last heard the prayers and cries of suffering, and has sent us, mortal messengers, to save them.

In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, each slave had a heavy iron chain dragged on his feet, and even such heavy labor did not give them a moment of freedom.

So I was surprised when hundreds of slave laborers walked hand in arm through the wide cotton fields as they approached us.

Seeing that the fire was about to burn in front of them, they still walked slowly and leisurely, like walking in the clouds.

When they arrived, they saw the shackles under their feet and the scars left by the long-term bullying of the overseers.

"Suffering brothers and sisters! Do you want to be free! Ronier was a master who was born to do great things, and he looked at these enslaved people, and he shouted in Canaanite official language.

"Freedom! Freely! ”

The frail and numb slave laborers cheered in unison.

Living in the dark, freedom was once only a glimmer of light from heaven for them, out of reach.

Now all of a sudden, it's about to become a reality, and there is no greater happiness in the world than this, even though it has long been stained with blood.

We dismounted, slashing and stoning the chains on the slaves' feet.

"Brother, why are the hearts of these manor owners so vicious! Not even a head animal can do this to them! ”

Looking at the poor slave laborers, some of whom were only thirteen or fourteen-year-old dolls, Gulando wiped tears from her tears sadly.

"Little sister, we were bullied a hundred times more than them when we were on Flying Fish Reef!" I said quietly.

Duo'er was stunned for a moment, grabbed my arm and didn't speak, she seemed to understand why there was so much hatred in the hearts of those of us.

"Let's go, brothers! Go to the estate of the Marquis of Arnier! Open his granary! Smash his money cellar! An eye for an eye! An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! ”

"An eye for an eye! An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! ”

Canaanite, Persian, Hebrew, Phoenician, and slave laborers from different ethnic groups roared to the sky, following our horse caravan and rushing like a tide towards the stone castle manor at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

The Marquis of Arnier's family had gone on vacation to the capital of Constantinople, and the few butlers and overseers who had been left behind had long since fled.

So the whole estate was an empty city, and we entered it without much difficulty.

Open the barn of wheat, bring out the wine from the cellar, light a roaring bonfire in the middle of the courtyard, and slaughter cattle and sheep to reward all living beings.

It's been a long time since the slaves have eaten a mouthful of food, and 10,000 gold coins are no match for a burnt scone or a roast with red oil.

It was a night of freedom, a night of revelry.

The Marquis of Arnier, who was far away in Constantinople, would never have dreamed that his family's century-old foundation in the land of Canaan would be destroyed in one fell swoop, and that the family supervisors who had been raised so much would be so vulnerable.

After a good night's sleep and a good night's sleep, the young slaves were completely alive and ready to fight.

According to the Persian system, Ronier was a self-proclaimed general, all the sixty brothers who came were all lieutenants, and the four hundred slave laborers of Arnier's estate were divided into sixty squads.

Everyone wants to make me commander-in-chief, and I try my best to be a counselor under Ronill's account.

Ronier knew that we Oriental merchants would eventually return, and we were not all the way with them, so we would no longer be reluctant.