Looking at the fugitive slave who surrendered in front of him, Qin Feng frowned and said nothing. The performance of this group of people in the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info reminded him of a sentence: "Since there is no escape, let's enjoy it"

This group of people has lost themselves and still hopes in the so-called masters.

To them, Qin Feng could only say four words: servility has not been taken off!

Servile thinking is like a mule pulling a cart, one day the rope breaks, to run or not to run? Of course, the instinct of animals is to run as soon as they are happy, and to be honest, they will always be caught by the driver if they can't run far, and they will inevitably be whipped; Even those who are poisoned more deeply can even think that mules are the product of human animal hybrid experiments, and it is natural to be grateful to Dade for pulling carts and grinding for people, and as for the ideal of life, it is reasonable to give birth to a little mule one day and then make cattle and horses for people.

The group of people in front of them was no different from the more poisoned mule.

People gather by like, and things by groups.

Starting from Qin Feng, all the new soldiers looked at these people with surprised and puzzled eyes. They don't understand: if a good normal person doesn't do it, why do they have to be a slave?

Could it be that being a slave is also an addiction?

Qin Feng got on his horse, looked down at everyone condescendingly, and spoke calmly, not deliberately raising his voice, but his voice echoed in the valley: "I have good news and bad news to tell you, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

The fugitives looked at each other for a long time before they heard a weak voice say, "Listen to the good news first......

Ma Han nodded and said, "Okay, then let's talk about the good news first." The good news is that you are no longer slaves, you are free. I am not and will not be your new master. From now on, you are no longer Han slaves, but Han people, and you are the people of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Gao Cheng was in a hurry: "But the master ......"

"I said I wasn't your master."

"Uh, General, we ......"

Qin Feng ignored it and continued: "I'll say the bad news again: I won't accept you slaves. ”

The scene was as silent as death, Ah Mo's expression was painful, his fists clenched tightly, revealing his hatred for his incompetence; Gao Cheng closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of muddy old tears rolled down the dust.......

Gradually, all kinds of sorrowful voices came and went, and everyone was terrified of their uncertain tragic fate.

Qin Feng saw it in his eyes, shook his head, took a deep breath, and suddenly roared: "You have been a slave for too long, are you free in your body, but your heart is still enslaved?" Why do you always put your fate in the hands of others? Why can't you save yourself? You are the only ones who can save you! ”

All the fugitive slaves were stunned, looking at Qin Feng blankly, at a loss.

Qin Feng raised his whip and slammed into the air, shouting loudly: "Old Mr. Gao, how many minions are there in that tribe of all of yours?" ”

"Three hundred."

"No, two hundred."

"It's two hundred and seventy-three, and after we fled, there were still one hundred and seventy-three." Gao has been a slave for the longest time, and because of his profession, he has dealt with the Hu and Han people in the department, and he knows the population of the Han slaves best.

Qin Feng asked again: "After this battle, how many young people are still strong in that tribe?" ”

"At most...... Three or four hundred. Gao Cheng weighed again and again and replied in the affirmative.

"If we kill the horse pistol now, raid the unsuspecting Turks after dark, kill all the Turks, liberate all the Han slaves, and seize the grain, livestock, forage, and wealth of the Turks, we can dismount the master who used to ride on his head and become the master."

Qin Feng's words were deafening, and Gao Cheng was dumbfounded when he heard it, but Li Mu and the other young people were bright-eyed. And more Hermes-Epitek are at a loss.

For thousands of years, there are not many Han slaves who have been taken captive to this vast grassland. This fertile land in the north has changed many owners: the Donghu people, the Xiongnu people, the Xianbei people, the Karasuma people, and the Turkic people came and went, went and came and went, and came and went. The only thing that remains unchanged is to use blood, sweat and even life to make this land constantly exchange for slaves! More than seventy percent of them are Hannu!

In this biological chain, the enslaved men were used as cattle and dogs, and the women were "chickens" and "horses", and most of them lived in the worst cattle and sheep pens and stables, and only a few craftsmen were qualified to live in broken felt tents. Eating the meat and spoiled dry food of animals that died of illness and servitude, they were subjected to both mental and physical abuse, and most of them did not survive to middle age.

The cruel living conditions made the Han slaves resist from time to time.

The most common revolt is sabotage: sheep are lost, horses are thin, cows are less milk...... Of course, the result of this sabotage is inevitably a severe beating.

The strongest resistance was flight.

When a slave flees, he gambles with his life and death, and if he succeeds, he will live, and if he fails, he will die-there is an unwritten rule on the steppe that if a fugitive slave is caught, he must be tortured to death.

For thousands of years, no matter under the rule of that murderous master, no matter how cruel the punishment was faced, the flight of Han slaves has never stopped. Some of them succeeded, but many more failed.

All Han slaves and fugitive slaves have only one hope in this life: to return to their homeland. Even if you die, you don't want to bury your bones in a foreign land.

But never a single slave or group of fugitives ever had such a thought: Resist! snatched the bloody leather whip and whipped it at the ugly face; Revolt! For the sake of the humiliated wives and daughters; Revolt! reclaim what you have lost; Revolt! Declare war on their masters who treat them like cattle!

This—This is crazy!

It's just that for a while, everyone's thinking can't change. One and the other looked at Qin Feng with blank expressions.

Qin Feng lamented in his heart, if this group of people didn't fight, they would not be saved in this life. At this moment, he finally understood why Mr. Lu Xun would "mourn his misfortune and be angry with him", after thousands of years, but how similar are these fugitive slaves who were enslaved by the Turks to those who were enslaved by the Japanese invaders?

After being slaves for several years or more than ten years, they have lost the bloody nature of resistance. However, compared to the slaves who were still living in the hands of the Turks, the group in front of them was much stronger.

Qin Feng forcibly endured the anger in his heart, his long hair danced wildly in the wind, and his voice echoed in the valley: "What I can help you is to kill the Turks, and what you can help yourself is also to kill the Turks." At the moment, you have no choice but to flee like dogs, and finally be hanged, dragged to death, skinned, and boiled by the Turks who are rounded up from all directions...... Either puff up your chests and fight to the death with us, so that the shadow in your hearts disappears the moment you kill the Turks. Die, and stand! Die, but also turn your head south! ”

Li Mu couldn't hold back any longer, jumped up suddenly, raised his arms and shouted: "General, I, Li Mu, will die standing and die!" ”

The young men also shouted excitedly: "Die standing up!" Head south! ”

Gao Chang took a breath and resolutely decided: "General Qin has nothing to do with us, and we are willing to sacrifice our lives to help, how can we still survive and be that muddy pig and dog?" Please lead us and others to kill the Turkic tent and ask the Turks for blood debt! Revenge for the death of relatives and compatriots. ”

Qin Feng was overjoyed in his heart: "To repay the blood debt, it will be tonight!" ”

A voice like a volcanic eruption echoed in the cold valley: "Repay the blood debt tonight!" ”

Qin Feng looked at the Han people who had been "alive" and laughed with relief.

He had never thought of sending these people into battle, and the reason why he said this was to stimulate their bloodiness and transform them from slaves inferior to pigs and dogs to humans.

Now, the purpose has been achieved.

Qin Feng was convinced that a few hearty victories were enough to make this group of people glow with the wolf nature of the castrated descendants of China.

……

That night, Qin Feng led the army and the fugitive slaves to the Turkic garrison.

Disheveled! A dazzling fire, raging in the darkness.

As the flames rose, fire arrows shot at the felt tents from all directions. The flames are dancing, the figures are galloping, the sound of horses' hooves shattering dreams, and the light of swords and arrows is soul-grabbing.

Karasumabe, who had fallen into a deep sleep, was struck with swiftness and ferocity without warning. The blows were mainly concentrated in the main tent of the clan, that is, the gathering place of the tribal leaders, Karasuma Guli and Ichigan Karasuma Qingzhuang, including their families.

The secondary tents surrounding the main tent were mostly slaves and the old and weak of the clan. These perimeter felt tents can play a role in buffering and protecting the main tent when attacked by the enemy. Under normal circumstances, it would be these peripheral sub-accounts that would suffer first, but tonight, all common sense will be reversed.

When the slave girl next to Karasuma rushed out of the tent naked, they were furious by the scene in front of them.

Old slave Gao Cheng, guard Li Mu...... and groups of young and strong Han slaves......

Among them are fugitive slaves who have been on the run for several days, and there are also slaves who have been living in the outer tent with humiliation and dirt. No wonder these lowly fugitive slaves were able to quietly enter the main account, it turned out that they were helped by internal thieves.

What shocked Karasuma even more was that many of the Karasuma youths who hurriedly arrived on horseback and with bows were mercilessly shot by a group of chilling troops before they could fight back.

They held a curved bow in their hands, galloping like the wind in the flames, and with every arrow, there would be casualties, and the strength of the bow, the speed of fire, the strength of the arrows, and the accuracy of the hits, it was like a magic horse out of hell.

And dozens of Han slaves, led by Li Mu, also shot fire arrows and arrows at the tents and the Turks fleeing for their lives from time to time.

"Damn slut! I'm going to skin you and boil oil and light the sky lanterns! ”

Guli's two sons shouted loudly, and with great resentment, they drew their swords and rushed towards a group of Han slaves who were standing in the middle of Mu Ran's main tent and the secondary tent.

It's just that he had just rushed halfway through the race, and with a loud roar, Karasuma's bone power brain was pierced by an iron arrow, and blood and bone residue splattered.

The next moment, the figure danced and fell, crashing into the burning tent, and the flames soared several feet into the ground.

The death of Karasuma's bone power, coupled with the fact that more than half of Karasuma was shot or burned to death, signaled the complete demise of Karasuma.

The Karasuma tribe was only the first domino in the game of dominoes, and when they were destroyed, the rest of the surrounding "dominoes" (tribes) also had a chain reaction, falling down one after another under the non-stop rush of the new army.