"These Huaxia, what are you talking about, Baird, send your Highland warriors up against them, and silence them for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Alva said with his hands to his chest, somewhat disdainfully to a man next to him.

I thought that after a few days of taking turns attacking, the other side was exhausted, but I didn't expect that there was such morale today, which would have an impact on the battle plan, and Alva immediately decided to continue the offensive.

As long as the Chinese people are always in a state of exhaustion, when they want to destroy the other party, it is their own side that has the final say, Alva looked at the English flags fluttering in the three camps, and there was some pride in his eyes, the master of this land will eventually be the English, no matter how the other party struggles, it will not change this result.

"Alva, why do you want my people to go, don't you just let those Indians go, we didn't take them to the north." Baird replied with a slight dissatisfaction, but when he saw that Alva didn't say anything, he knew that the other party had acquiesced, so he got up with a smile and walked to a tent.

"Morty, come out, there's something you need to do." Baird said very unceremoniously and loudly.

"Mr. Baird, what do you need me to do?" Hearing the shouting outside the tent, Morty didn't dare to slack off, and immediately came out with a smile on his face, although he was very dissatisfied in his heart.

"Take your army, well, all, burn the gate of the big camp on that hill, and then retreat back, this is an order, you have no right to refuse." Baird looked at Morty who was smiling and said with a hint of majesty.

"Yes, Mr. Baird, and I'll do it at once." Morty bowed his head in response, not looking into the other's eyes.

"Very well, do it with all your might, Lord Albert will reward you when the war is over." Seeing that the other party was so obedient, Baird nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left, and was still very satisfied with the goal of reducing the losses of his army.

Morty raised his head slightly, and after confirming that the other party had left, a trace of unwillingness appeared on his face, "But an Irishman, just in front of me is so arrogant, hateful, if only we Indians were united a little more at the beginning, for the sake of caste and this kind of thing, we were eager to kill each other, and in the end we were sadly used to become other people's minions, and can only serve the survival interests of others, what is the difference between such an existence and the lowest Shudra." ”

But complaining can only be complaining, since you have chosen to give in, even if you feel that you are a noble Brahmin, there is no way to change the situation, after all, you still need this social class to rule your own replicants, because if you try to change this caste social class, the Brahmin in the replicants will immediately rebel against you.

"Untouchables, hurry up and pick up your weapons, it is God's will to punish those who are stupid, don't grind, hurry." Morty came to the place where his army gathered, and shouted loudly, the elite Kshatriya class is still too few, every time they teleport, most of them are untouchables, but this also has an advantage, no matter what they say, they are willing to obey, just because they are Brahmins, they are people who can communicate with God, so they dare not have the slightest will to resist, and feel that God's will cannot be violated, and it is good to suffer in this life, and they will be blessed in the next life.

"There's only one war elephant left." Morty looked at the person who was drawing patterns on the elephant, and sighed, the Chinese people didn't seem to have any fear of the appearance of war elephants, their crossbow arrows, throwing guns, rockets, and chariots with curling knives made their war elephants suffer heavy casualties, and no one seemed to be able to defeat their proudest things.

"Except for you Chinese, that is, those Egyptians further south, who are still insisting on resisting the English, but they are also almost finished, even with the help of the Vikings, but what kind of climate can those pirates become, they can only burn down a few monasteries and villages, and there is nothing they can do when they encounter big towns." Morty reassured himself that following the English was a choice to survive, as long as they helped them turn their focus to the north, they would be able to return to the south and gain freedom, and when the time came, it would not be a cowardly choice to get enough watches and meet the first conditions, and flee further south.

Thinking of this, Morty's courage immediately surged up, those Chinese people on the hill are an obstacle to their own survival, as long as they are killed, they can continue their survival path.

"God praises you, everyone who dies will be rich and rich in the next life, and in the next life, you will be free from sickness, free from money, go forward with courage and show your loyalty to God." Morty saw that the army had assembled, brandished his scimitar, and finally pointed to the gate of the camp on the hill.

Except for the expressions on the faces of the Kshatriya warriors on their horses and elephants, there was a hint of fanaticism on the faces of the Shudras, as if the gate of heaven was just around the corner, and they couldn't wait to embrace death.

"What stupid people." Alva looked at the Shudra untouchables who were rushing towards the hill in a mess, and some couldn't help but laugh, these people seemed to have some signs of being out of control, and once they rushed out, they were scattered everywhere, and they could no longer receive any orders.

"But it's because of stupidity that a brahmin like Morty has been ruled for so long." This is the way this world is, Alva looked at the blackened Shudras, and then at the extremely white Morty, and some understood why their castes did not intermarry with each other, which was a way of class solidification, and the best way to permanently protect the survival interests of the Brahmins.

"Without the ability to harm others, there is no reciprocal dignity, and be the Shudra under us English." Seeing Morty with a solemn expression on his face, Alva thought with a secret smile in his heart.

"I'm really not afraid of death, I want to get close to the gate of the village with such an attack?" Su Zichen was on an arrow tower, overlooking the Shudra untouchables who were rushing over, and said disdainfully.

Although the road was somewhat uneven, the enthusiasm of the Shudra untouchables did not diminish in the slightest, and they continued to rush forward in a frenzy.

"Why did the Indians try so hard to help the English fight us?" A rain of arrows roared, like huge palms, slapping the Shudra untouchables on the ground to the ground, motionless, but the people behind continued to rush forward without the slightest hesitation, even if they stepped on countless corpses, seeing the Indians so persistent, Su Zichen was a little puzzled.

"This is the path of survival they have chosen, and it is also a warning to us, we in Huaxia will not become anyone's Shudra, even if we fail once or twice, but our hearts will not let us sink willingly, this is the pride created by our ancestors with blood, so we have to win, we have to resist." He Mingjie said with a firm look in his eyes, at the gate of the wall, the Kshatriya warriors galloped over on a large amount of fire oil carried by the gap.

"The real offensive has begun."