Chapter Seventy-Six: Blood

Blood can arouse the wildness of any animal, and can even moisten the flowers to bloom more and more delicately.

But slaves don't have the instinct and wildness of animals.

Their instincts have been smoothed out by long servitude, and their wildness has long been lost in the tedious toil.

The only instinct that may remain is the fear of death.

Living is not an insult to a slave, but a gift.

There is only one fear that the Linhu people instilled in their slaves.

That is, if the livestock they are responsible for dies or is lost for no reason, then everyone in the cattle pen who is in charge of it will die.

So any animal in the cattle pen is the life of these slaves.

The blood of the Linhu people can't stimulate the wolf nature of these slaves.

But these livestocking can.

Zhai Qiu, as a slave, knows this.

When he ignored the cries and screams of the slaves, and the butcher knife in his hand pierced the bodies of the livestock one by one, the wails of the livestock because of the pain became the drums of the slaves.

Whether it was the mooing of cows, or the bleating of sheep, or even the barking of dogs, the slaves who woke up from their sleep saw the most terrible sights of despair.

The injured herds rushed out of the cattle pen, like a toppled bony nomi card, one after the other, causing panic throughout the tribe.

The wails of the slaves have been drowned out by the screams of the livestock.

The blood on Zhai Qiu's body had long been cold and solidified, and the light in the eyes that had always been valued by Wang Xu had long been extinguished.

The horn of the Linhu people's alarm had already sounded in the inner city, and Zhai Qiu used a butcher's knife to cut the pillars of the cattle pen, causing the entire cattle pen to collapse, and all the cattle fled out, trampling to death several slaves who had no time to escape.

But Zhai Qiu turned a deaf ear, biting the salty butcher's knife with his mouth, taking out the flint and steel with his trembling hands, and methodically lighting the bullpen.

Probably because the thatch in the cattle pen was a little wet from the sweat of the slaves and the bodily fluids of the animal husbandry, it took Zhai Qiu a while to ignite it.

When the flames turned into Zhu Rong and began to devour the bullpen, it illuminated Zhai Qiu's gray eyes.

The warriors of the Linhu people jumped out of their horses, and the spears in their hands unceremoniously pierced the bodies of the slaves who were kneeling and crying, cursing angrily, urging the slaves to chase the fleeing herdsmen.

The first Linhu warrior to find the fire was still naked, jumped off his horse, his bearded face was full of anger, and the copper knife in his hand casually slashed off the head of a slave boy next to him.

The boy's head flew out of his neck, and the horror and grievances on the face of the young slave could be clearly seen in the light of the fire.

Instead of running away, the other slaves fell to their knees in a daze, like lambs to the slaughter, expecting their masters to spare themselves after they had killed enough people to vent their anger.

This is slavery, this is servility.

It's not that they won't resist, but they can't think of resisting at all, and they don't want to resist.

The flame in Zhai Qiu's eyes was not angry because of the Lin Hu warriors, but because of these slaves kneeling on the ground.

So when he came out of the shadows, he didn't choose to stab the Linhu warrior first.

Instead, he stabbed a slave in the back of the neck.

Tu Tan taught him that there is a place where blood gushes out, but it doesn't die in a short time.

Sure enough, the slave's blood spurted out like a fountain, spraying on the slave next to them, so that they couldn't tell whether it was the scorching heat of the flames or the scorching heat of blood.

The unexpected screams attracted the Linhu warrior.

After the Lin Hu warrior saw Zhai Qiu, a trace of doubt flashed in his angry eyes.

Because he was also a little confused, whether Zhai Qiu was a slave or a clansman.

Because Zhai Qiu was wearing clothes and had a good weapon in his hand.

This shouldn't be a slave.

In addition, Zhai Qiu was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly.

The Lin Hu warrior watched Zhai Qiu walk towards him, and was about to say hello in a friendly manner, asking Zhai Qiu to go elsewhere to urge the slave, but as soon as his hand was raised, the qi that promoted the sound was cut off before it could reach his throat from his chest.

It was completely cut off.

The Linhu warrior could even feel the qi gushing out of his severed neck along with the blood.

A second fountain of blood sprayed on the slaves, and everyone looked at Zhai Qiu, the only one still standing, in surprise and puzzlement.

At this time, in the eyes of the slaves, Zhai Qiu was like a demon crawling out of hell with half burning with the flames and half with the blood.

Although it was terrifying, they were more puzzled, why did the 'master' kill the 'master'?

"Follow me." Zhai Qiu took a deep breath, supported his trembling body, threw a scrap iron blade from behind his back, and roared in a low voice.

The sound of the blades scattered all over the ground was very crisp, waking up the slaves who were still immersed in puzzlement, and a few slaves instinctively picked up the scrap iron blades and followed Zhai Qiu.

They don't think at this time, they just obey.

And Zhai Qiu is their master.

Fueled by the night wind, the fire quickly spread to the cow pens, and the air was filled with not only the smell of burning wood and thatch, but also the smell of roasted meat.

But what kind of meat is roasted, no one cares.

Because the land was full of stray herds, wailing slaves, and angry Linhu warriors, and in the distance there were anxious Linhu civilians in the inner city.

Nearly 10,000 livestock, 5,000 slaves, and hundreds of Linhu warriors, what is the effect of being mixed together, there is no need to repeat it.

One word, messy.

When Zhai Qiu brandished the butcher knife again, only to find that the butcher knife was stuck in the neck bone of the Lin Hu warrior, he knew that he had exhausted himself!

The scorching fishy blood sprayed Zhai Qiu's face again.

Zhai Qiu roared wildly, biting directly into the neck that had been cut off, and devoured the stinky blood.

Zhai Qiu tasted spring water, drank water, and even the urine of animal husbandry, as well as the sweet rain rewarded by the emperor, and the fruit wine given by Tu Tan.

But Zhai Qiu felt that these were not like this, spurting into his mouth at such times, with the scorching and smelly blood of the Linhu people!

This blood was very viscous, and it was very breathing in his throat, but he was as intoxicated as drinking Ganlin Immortal Brew.

It's like the first time he drank fruit wine, the wonderful slightly drunk feeling that can't be described in words.

When he woke up from this slight drunkenness, he found that the corpse of the Linhu warrior was covered with slaves.

These slaves learned from Zhai Qiu's appearance, like leeches devouring greedily, and even biting like wild beasts.

At this moment, these slaves have completely freed themselves from their status as slaves and become beasts.

Already sensing that his body had completely lost control, Zhai Qiu struggled with his last strength and shouted at the slaves who were biting the corpses, "Kill, kill all those who knelt and didn't stand up!" Kill all the people who are running away from them on their feet! Kill! ”

Those slaves who looked like wild wolves raised their heads to look at Zhai Qiu, who had closed his eyes and fainted, but was still sitting up straight.

The mouth is full of minced flesh and blood, but they can still show their first smile since birth.

Got up, roared, screamed, picked up stones, scrap metal, weapons, and walked towards more parts of the crowd.

These people were like a torrent, scattering the kneeling slaves, crushing the angry Linhu warriors, and even the entire Linhu tribe.

Slowly submerge it in the swamp of blood.

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The sky-high flames of the forest have been burning for a while, and the smoke has even obscured the bright moon hanging high, and the fire is still spreading and growing indefinitely, showing no signs of abating.

Smelling the faint smell of blood and barbecue in the air, Wang Li's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, "Is it done?" ”

"I don't know, but judging from the smell wafting over, Lin Hu should be wasted." The Zhu family frowned.

"It's too far away, I can't tell if it's a shout of killing or a wail." Tu Tan pursed his lips, "I'll take a look." ”

"Wait." The Zhu family made a voice to stop it.

"I'd like to check it out." Tu Tan narrowed his eyes and looked at the Zhu family with a serious expression.

The Zhu family raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother Tu wants to see, can you fish out Zhai Qiu?" ”

Tu Tan pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"Even the livestock have run here, even if they can avoid the pursuit of the Linhu people, there is a high chance that they will be trampled into meat puree by these beasts." Wang Li glanced at Tu Tan coldly, and shot the cow that fled to the forest with a bow.

Tu Tan pursed his lips and didn't speak, shot a sheep with a bow, and kicked Yu Chun, who was like a statue next to him, "Go, build an iron plate!" ”

Yu Chun pursed his lips, jumped off the moose, and went to set up an iron plate stove.

By the time a cow and a sheep had eaten almost enough, the fire on Lin Hubu's side had begun to weaken, but the smell of blood in the air was getting more and more solemn.

"For so long, not a single slave has been sent out to catch livestock." Wang Li put on the mask and turned over on the horse, "It seems that Zhai Qiu has really succeeded." ”

Wang Li's tone was very subtle, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or lost.

"Let's go." The Zhu family also sighed.

Finally there was action, so that Yu Chun and the iron knight who wanted to kill the enemy were excited, and with Wang Li's acquiescence, they held the banner high, and the iron horse ran towards Donghu like a long knife under the moonlight.

The closer they get to Donghubu, the more restless the moose become, and if it weren't for the tow ring and chew, they might have overturned.

Because the smell in the air is so disgusting.

Even the Yu people, who have long been accustomed to the smell of salted fish, feel disgusting and want to vomit.

Finally managed to control the moose, and when they reached the Donghu Division, which had become a ruin, all the iron riders froze in place, and the moose were also digging their hooves uneasily.

When the mill was first established, a large number of animals were dismantled every day, and it was an exaggeration to call it a river of blood at that time, but that kind of slaughterhouse-like picture, Yu Chun thought that he had long been used to it, and he didn't think there was anything more terrifying in the world.

But when he saw a skeletal slave emerge from a charred cow, he was frightened to take a few steps back.

There were corpses everywhere, some livestock, some human, some charred, some gnawed and only bones, some half-gnawed, and some wounded and struggling in pools of blood.

When Yu Chun finally mustered up the courage, endured the nausea, and urged the moose to step into this area, he obviously felt that his body sank an inch, and he suddenly became creepy again.

How much blood is this to turn the land into a swamp?