Not long ago, in a corner of the camp of the Sassanid army and the Western Turkic army, a large group of slaves was looting a pile of ordnance and supplies, and did not respond to the constant shouts of those standing on the high ground on their side. The man standing on the high ground saw that these slaves were looting supplies at this time, and he was already crazy and could not listen to his own command. He nodded to the person next to him, who understood the meaning of the person standing on the high platform, and took out the long sword he carried with several people next to him. walked towards the slaves who were looting supplies, and then without the slightest hesitation, he slashed and killed a dozen slaves one after another. The chaotic crowd was shocked by the blood at this time, and then gradually quieted down.

After the man standing on the high platform saw that the scene was under control, he cleared his throat and looked at the slaves in the audience and said, "Ahem, slaves, or I should call you former slaves." Some of you may know me, or some of you may not know me. I would like to introduce myself to you: My name is Heras Curt, and I was once a slave of the Sassanids, just like you. The only difference between us is that I have chosen to rebel against the enslavement of the Sassanids, while you have chosen to accept the enslavement of the Sassanids, and you have chosen to accept reality. But as you can see, you also have the ability to resist. The sword you wield can also kill the Sassanids who have been enslaving and oppressing you, as evidenced by those people. As soon as Heras Curt had finished speaking, he pointed to the pile of Sassanid soldiers' corpses piled up on the other side, as high as a hill.

"No one has decreed that they Sassanids are inherently supposed to enslave you, and you, like these Sassanids, are living beings. Since they are living people, they should all hold their fate firmly in their own hands, rather than leaving their fate to others to manage. So I'm here today not to bring you anything, but to bring all the slaves here what you crave most: freedom! ”

As soon as the word freedom in Heras Curt's mouth landed, the slaves standing in the audience raised their arms and shouted. All of a sudden, the shouts of freedom in all languages resounded throughout the Sassanid barracks. When the mood of the slaves in the audience calmed down a little, Heras Curt reached out and pressed down. After waiting for the voices in the audience to be quiet, he said to them again: "But everyone, in the Sassanid Empire, we are not the only ones who are slaves, there are also a large number of people who are enslaved by those Sassanids and live a life that is inferior to pigs and dogs. In this Sassanid Empire, where slavery was widely discriminated against, we as slaves had to unite with each other and snuggle up to each other to keep warm through the harshest winter before defeating the empire. All the slaves in the Sassanid Empire are our brothers and sisters, and they are all the ones we must save. Yes, we are free now. But what about our families? What about our families who remain in the hands of the Sassanid slave masters? Will the slave owners tolerate us once they learn of our rebellion? No, they won't. They will only publicize your wives and children with the most cruel punishments, and inform the remaining slaves that if they resist, their relatives and even themselves will suffer such consequences, is this the result we want? ”

Looking at the silent slaves in the audience, Heras Curt knew that the purpose of his speech had been achieved. The slaves did not speak at this time, but in their hearts they had already burned their anger on the heads of their former masters, the Sassanids. Next, this long-accumulated volcano only needs a breach to burst out with amazing power, and he came back this time to cut a gap in this volcano, so Heras Curt raised his voice and said to everyone again:

"Don't bow your heads. Ladies and gentlemen! Have you not had enough of the days of bowing your heads? There are two paths before you: one is to choose to return to the slave masters, ask them for their forgiveness, let them forgive you for the sins of rebellion, and then live those miserable days again; The second is to choose to follow me and follow us to rebel against the enslavement of the Sassanids! So, I don't force you, but I just want to ask who among you, and which warrior, is willing to follow me, Heras Curt the Liberator, and fight with me for freedom! Fight for your freedom! Fight for your brothers and sisters who are still enslaved at the hands of the Sassanids! Now I give you a chance to choose, those who are willing to stay will stand still, and those who are not willing to stay can leave freely, you are brothers and sisters, I will not force you to do anything. ”

After Heras Curt finished speaking, he stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his eyes constantly scanning every slave in the audience. After a long silence, one of the slaves took the lead in tearing off the slave symbol around his neck, then threw it on the ground with great force, and knelt down on one knee and said to Heras Curt: "Although I am an orphan and have no family in the Sassanid Empire, I am willing to follow in the footsteps of your liberator to save my brothers and sisters who are still enslaved and oppressed by the Sassanids. ”

As long as there is a leader in everything, others will easily make answers that they find difficult to choose. Under the leadership of this slave, the slaves in the audience all ripped off the slave symbol around their necks, indicating that they were willing to follow Heras Curt and fight for the freedom of the slave.

When Heras Curt saw that the general trend had been achieved, he smiled and clapped his hands. Then he raised his fist above his head with one hand, raised his arms to them, and shouted, "Come, my brothers." Let us take up the weapons that belong to the Sassanids and tell them in the most brutal way possible: We are not sheep and cattle to be slaughtered by them! On the contrary, we are to tell them, and indeed to all the Sassanids, in this way that the time for reckoning has come! ”

How could a Sassanid army with a wavering spirit withstand the vengeful slave soldiers in a surprise attack on the Sassanid army in the Sassanid camp under the leadership of Heras Curt, who had already suffered a defeat? What's more, these slave soldiers are all fearless of death, and they are completely in a state of fighting for their lives, so even if it is the most elite army, it will have a headache, let alone a rout.

At this time, a butterfly flapped its wings on the battlefield of the Western Front, but it did not roll up a tornado enough to fight the torrent of history. Li Wenyuan stayed in his governor's mansion at this time, repeatedly looking at the information sent back by the night owl in his hand: Yang Guang died.

(End of chapter)