The strong man and a group of rough men were obviously very comfortable with this kind of thing, and they cooperated with each other with their knives in hand, and soon piled twenty-four heads into the pit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Blood streaked across the ground, the split head looked up at the sky, the gap between the two eyes on the head furnace was enormous, and the split face formed a terrifying canyon on the face, and the distance between the two eyes was several times greater than that of the previous life.

After completing the sacrifice of cutting off the head in one go, the strong man with the axe walked away, while the group of rough men carried the headless corpse on the ground, talking and laughing, and looked in the same direction as the ostrich man drove away.

Bubbling blood flowed out of the broken neck, splashing all the way, crushing the wind and dust brought up by the yellow dirt.

"You, slaves, go and fill the hole!"

The person behind Jiang Feng drove him to move a few steps forward, raised his hand to the dirt pit, and tilted his head.

Do they need to do this dirty work of filling the pit?

What are slaves used for?

sacrifices at the time of sacrifice; cannon fodder in times of war; servants of everyday life; Free labor during construction, by the way, when some large buildings are completed, these builder slaves will be killed and used to lay the foundation.

For example, the twenty-four women killed this time were used to sacrifice both the season and the city wall.

Jiang Feng didn't know what his identity was this time, but he guessed a little that he might have an inextricable relationship with the woman who was killed in front of him. Blood relations are not necessarily, but at least people in the same tribe.

Moreover, Jiang Feng is not the only male ** who is pressed, but there is also a row of unkempt barbarians who are lying on the ground or kneeling on the ground beside Jiang Feng.

Yes, the aborigines of this city are already the same as the barbarians in the eyes of modern people, but compared to the slaves kneeling on the ground, these "barbarians" are simply the rich and handsome of the rich.

Jiang Feng's heart didn't fluctuate when he saw the women of his tribe being killed, but the other captured men were different, their faces were red with anger, their veins bulging, and they gritted their teeth.

If it weren't for someone behind them to restrain them, it is estimated that when the axe man starts to cut off his head, they will rise up and defend their small dignity as slaves with their teeth and fists.

"Sen!"

Finally, after the anger reached its extreme, the man behind him released his grip, and a young man with a broken arm suddenly rose from the ground and slammed the slave overseer behind him with his only arm.

How could a slave overseer, who had already performed this kind of task countless times, be defenseless, and when the man with the stump arm had just turned around, he had already taken a few steps back smartly.

“！”

The man's fist slammed into the air.

As he dodged the swinging fist, the Slave Overseer lifted a weapon pinned to his waist, a small stone axe.

"Die!"

After careful grinding, the rough stone axe became extremely sharp at the incision, and with a little force, it touched the neck, and the neck of the man with the stump arm was immediately cut into a huge gap.

"Poof!"

Hot blood spurted out of the opening, and there were some fleshy veins.

After killing a slave with ease, the Overseer has a cruel, bloodthirsty grin on his face.

He walked over to the body of the man with the stump, grabbed it with his big hand, and lifted his unkempt hair.

"Click!"

The overseer gently lifted his hair with his hand, and the stump's head was torn off.

"You guys! And if there is anyone who is disobedient, he will be like him! ”

With the majesty of the victor and the little slave owner, the overseer's roar caused all the slaves whose companions had been slain to bow their heads.

Most people are afraid of death, and under the threat of death, even the greatest humiliation and hatred will be temporarily suppressed.

However, just as they lowered their heads, there was a sudden slight vibration from the heavy earth, and the dust was shaken up little by little.

The distant sunset seemed to become distorted, and a sense of war swept over it.

A desolate horn whistle resounded through the world!

"Enemy! Enemy attack! ”

On the towering city wall, an aboriginal who was looking into the distance cried out in tears.

As if to confirm his thoughts, a group of wounded and bleeding warriors staggered from where the sun had set, holding each other on.

"Yes...... It's the tribe of the west...... Person...... A lot...... A lot. Among the staggering warriors, the more seriously wounded man fell to the ground after a few steps, "Hurry up and fight...... We...... Betrayed......"

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The great transportation of modern times has succeeded in shortening the time spent on human journeys and making the exchange of information frequent and intimate. In the eyes of modern people, the extremely slow green train is a monster that travels thousands of miles a day in the eyes of ancient people, not to mention an airplane that can travel thousands of miles without interruption.

A few days after receiving Xiao Li's call, Zhang Yanjiang came to northern Shaanxi with his equipment and a photo.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, Zhang Yanjiang got into Xiao Li's car parked outside the airport, the public car, and the off-road vehicle equipped by the state for the archaeological team.

"Professor Zhang, it's been hard all the way."

After getting into the off-road vehicle, Xiao Li said earnestly.

"What's the hard work, the conditions are much better now than before, and now I can still take a plane, if it was before, I would have to take the slow green train, and I have to pay for a ticket by myself."

After leaving the high-rise urban area and entering the wilderness, the speed of the off-road vehicle became faster, and it is estimated that if it were not for the body of Zhang Yanjiang's elderly people in the car, Xiao Li would be able to drive the off-road vehicle out of the feeling of supercaring.

"Call me all the way to northern Shaanxi, Xiao Li, it seems that your archaeological work has made great progress."

Sitting in the car, Zhang Yanjiang looked out the window.

Both northern and southern Shaanxi are mountainous and hilly areas, but unlike the lush greenery of the south, the mountains of northern Shaanxi have added a lot of desolate earthy brown.

"Progress ......" When the word progress was spoken, Xiao Li's face was obviously excited, "You can go to the scene to take a look, we really found something big this time!" ”

"Oh, then I'll have to look forward to it."

Zhang Yanjiang was a little absent-minded.

How much more could be discovered? Xiao Li's archaeological team is mainly aimed at Xia and the period before Xia, did Xiao Li's archaeological team discover the "Cangzuo City"? Or did you discover "Yaodu", "Shundu" and "Yudu"?

However, according to the geographical space, northern Shaanxi is close to Inner Mongolia, but it is not the active area of Yao Shunyu recorded in history.

While the two were talking, the off-road vehicle drove to the archaeological site.

After passing through layers of loess slopes and loess mounds, a hot archaeological site was displayed in front of Zhang Yanjiang.

"This is ......"

Zhang Yanjiang, who was still absent-minded just now, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

In front of him, an incredible picture slowly opened.

The ruined city wall surrounds a site of millions of square meters, and although the yellow sand of northern Shaanxi has eroded the hardness of the wall, it has added historical weight to the wall.

The most eye-catching thing is the interior of the city wall, where from a distance, you can see the remains of a dilapidated building dozens of stories high.

The remnant sun is like blood.

Although this ruined city has endured many years of wind and frost, it can still be vaguely found in the remnants of the ruins.

Zhang Yanjiang stupidly let the blood of the remnant sun spill on his face, and it was dusk and yellow.

In front of the ruined wall, several members of the archaeological team were carefully digging in a pit containing twenty-four human heads that had turned into white bones.