Liu Ziguang entered the city from the south gate, the location of the council building in the city, the city was in chaos, everywhere there were rebels with white cloth strips wrapped around their arms attacking important departments, and there were some unidentified and sturdy people holding sharp knives, setting fire everywhere, the workers and families of the iron factory were hiding everywhere in fright, and the small stalls selling flower cloth, snacks, toys, and jewelry that were originally placed on the streets of the city were trampled on and scattered. There was a cry and a lot of black smoke billowing from all around.

Liu Ziguang was running among the crowds, and whoever stopped in front of him was directly slashed over, and suddenly a familiar shadow appeared in the corner of his eye, it was Ding Libin, the little follower of the account office.

At this moment, Ding Libin was pressed to the ground by two iron guards, one cut his hands back, the other pulled his hair, and the bundled hair was pulled into a straight line, and there was a guy who was holding a steel knife to Ding Libin's neck, and the poor young man was pale and colorless.

"Zhao Lao Er, be sharp, don't splash Lao Tzu's blood." Tie Wei, who was pulling Ding Libin's braids, said.

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly kill someone and go back to guard the account room!" Zhao Lao Er said as he raised the steel knife high.

Before his steel knife could be chopped, Zhao Lao Er was pierced through the chest by a flying knife, and the knife was inserted from the back, but it didn't reach the handle, and a long blade appeared on the front chest. The corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and the other two hurriedly let go of Ding Libin and grabbed the spear leaning against the wall on the side.

Liu Ziguang grabbed the back of the necks of the two people, hit them hard, the two heads touched together, the head with the helmet was suddenly deformed, the spire on the helmet was inserted into the top of the other party's helmet, and the two bodies collapsed suddenly.

Ding Libin, who was immortal, saw that the life-saving benefactor was Liu Ziguang, and shouted: "Manager Liu, I know that you have been wronged, I heard Ren Dafeng and Premier Ding's secret conversation, they guarded and stole and framed you, so they want to kill me." ”

"Damn, not only did I bear the murder of Dongxiang, but I was also framed by the account office for stealing the vault, and this account was also recorded, and we will calculate it later."

"Manager Liu, I can help you testify, you have to save me." Ding Libin finally grabbed the straw for his life.

What is not proved, from now on, I will prove everything with my fists and blades, but this young man has to be appreciated by himself, and dying in the city in a hurry is also a loss, so it is better to take it with me.

Picked up the waist knife on the dead man and hung it on Ding Libin's belt, grabbed the spear leaning against the wall and stuffed it in his hand, took a spear himself, hung the waist knife, and two heavily armed men ran towards the center of the city.

The location to the west of the city is a slave camp, and the usually heavily guarded camp is now in chaos. The doors of several slave houses were smashed open, and the unarmed slaves rushed out in an attempt to snatch the guards' weapons, but were shot down by the guards' crossbows, and the guards used huge iron rods as latches to block the rest of the slave houses that had not been breached, but the sound of slaves shouting and banging on the door could still be heard from a long distance. The guards were few people, for fear that the slaves would rush out and mess up the overall situation, and began to set fire to the slaves' houses.

Liu Ziguang, who saw this scene from afar, couldn't help but stop, his brothers who were slaves together were being killed and burned.

"Miss, I can't save you." Liu Ziguang read silently in the direction of the council building.

"Go, don't leave even half a step after me." Liu Ziguang yelled at Ding Libin, raised his spear and strode towards the slave camp that imprisoned him, enslaved him, oppressed him, and tortured him for a year.

The main task of this uprising is to guard the slave camp and avoid bombing the camp, and the slaves will still be useful in the future, so they cannot be slaughtered unless they have to. These slaves who had been planning a riot for a long time finally seized the opportunity today, trying to break out of the camp and escape, but fortunately, Director Wang made a quick decision and ordered to shoot to kill, which temporarily stopped the momentum, but all the slaves in the slave house were banging on the door, so that these guys who had been locked up for a long time rushed out, and the iron factory was going to be in chaos, so Director Wang ordered to set fire to the five thousand slaves and burned them to death in the slave house.

The guards loyal to the eldest lady were divided and surrounded by the rebels, and they were too busy to take care of themselves, so the slave camp only needed to face internal pressure, and the three hundred guards with crossbows and spears vigilantly monitored the slave house in the flames, and when they saw a figure appearing, they fired crossbow arrows to kill, and there were only a few dozen people outside the camp.

The guards in front of the gate of the big camp saw two men with weapons rushing over, and there was no sign of their own people with white towels on their arms, and they didn't ask questions, and fired their crossbows directly.

The guards used the old-fashioned Zhuge repeater, every time the mechanism was triggered, an iron arrow could be shot, dozens of crossbows were fired together, and the locust-like iron arrows flew towards the two, Liu Ziguang danced his spear and scattered the iron arrows in all directions, Ding Libin hid behind Liu Ziguang unharmed. The guards looked fierce, and after shooting the arrows, they hurriedly loaded the crossbow while calling for reinforcements, Liu Ziguang had approached the big camp gate, the heavy big iron gate usually needed four people to push open, Liu Ziguang did not plan to break in, because the wall of this height was simply pediatric for him, he struggled to throw the spear, stuck to the wall, holding Ding Libin's collar in one hand, ran two steps, flew up, stepped on the barrel of the gun, jumped with strength, and landed on the wall steadily, On the inner side of the wall is a shelf that can stand people, and the guards standing on the shelf are already frightened when they see Liu Ziguang so brave, Liu Ziguang took the spear in Ding Libin's hand, and even stabbed and picked, five or six guards were beaten down and fell into a shelf, and the rest scattered in a hurry and fled off the wall.

Liu Ziguang chased down the wall, and rushed to support the brigade of guards to meet a square, the guards surrounded a fan, spears stabbed out neatly, Liu Ziguang held the tail of the gun, a big gun swept towards the guards, like a gust of wind blowing, twenty or thirty spears flew into the sky, the guards without weapons turned around and fled, Liu Ziguang followed, with a spear to draw the iron leaves of their armor flying all over the sky. Ding Libin is a teenager in the end, seeing the boss he follows majesticly driving the guards like a duck, he couldn't help but smile, took out his waist knife and followed the fox fake tiger might, slashing in the air, and muttering "I kill, I kill." ”

The guards retreated in a hurry, but under the supervision of the brigade led by Director Wang, they turned around and killed back, all the guards were only three hundred, and this time there were more than 100 people, no matter how fierce the general, they couldn't stand the siege of so many people, spears, long knives and shields, and crossbows took turns to greet Liu Ziguang.

Seeing that the fire in the slave house was spreading, Liu Ziguang was in a hurry, stabbed out with a shot, strung the three guards into a sugar gourd, grabbed a big knife with his hand, rushed into the crowd and slashed and slashed, for a time the broken arm and head were clear, the blood was ** different color, the guards were invincible, and he took advantage of the situation to grab the door of the first-class slave house where he once lived, the fire was already very big, the wood part was burning, there was a rough scolding and the sound of banging the door in the slave house, the big iron latch on the door was not deformed at all under the impact, Liu Ziguang hurriedly lifted the latch, Turned around and smashed at the guards who tried to attack him in the back, and the door latch that only four people could lift smashed down a guard, and then, the gate made a loud noise, and fell to the ground with a bang, a group of slaves with Mars on their bodies couldn't hold back their footsteps, rolled next to the gate, and the stout man led by Liu Ziguang saw Liu Ziguang and shouted in surprise: "Fourth brother, it's you!" "It's Zamuhe. Anthony and Duncan swarmed out with a group of slaves, all of them wearing strips of cloth that smelled of urine over their faces.

"Fourth brother, I knew you would come." Anthony threw down the damp cloth that covered his face and said that if he hadn't thought of covering his mouth and nose with a diaper-soaked cloth, he might have been smoked to death before he could burn to death.

"Hurry up, this is not the place to talk." Liu Ziguang hurriedly said, ripped off the waist knife and handed it to Anthony, and between the words, there was already a rain of arrows from the guards, and suddenly a slave fell to the ground with arrows.

Zhamuhe leaned down to pick up the bow and arrow on the dead guard, opened his bow and set up the arrow, and put three feather arrows between his right hand, and the three crossbowmen of the opposite guard fell to the ground in response, and the slaves also picked up the weapons on the ground, and shot at the guards with bows and crossbows, and prepared to rush to the outside of the camp with spears and swords.

"Hurry up and open the doors of the other slave houses, and everyone will rush together to have hope." Liu Ziguang shouted, "Someone has already been sent." Zamuhe replied while shooting arrows, and when he got the bow and arrow again, the arrows were not in vain, and he was worthy of the title of "Jebe". Liu Ziguang looked up and saw Duncan holding a long knife and shield, leading a team of slaves with big shoulders and round waists, and was running to other slave houses.

Director Wang discovered Duncan's attempt, and instructed the crossbowmen to shoot the slaves who had run to the door of the slave house, and a rain of arrows passed, and the slaves who had no cover in the open ground fell to the ground one after another.

Liu Ziguang was furious, waved his long knife to kill the crossbowmen, the crossbowmen hurriedly shot arrows to stop him, he danced the long knife, like a fly to shoot the arrows away, in a blink of an eye in front of him, the crossbowmen saw Liu Ziguang's fierceness, turned around and left, their own spearmen came to resist him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duncan jumped to his feet and pushed down the latch on the door of the B-shaped slave house, and there was another thud, and a group of burnt, smoky slaves coughed desperately and ran out of the house.

Duncan led people to open the doors of the other slave houses, and some of the slave houses that had caught fire first were engulfed in raging fire, and he reluctantly pushed down the latch and opened the door, and the fresh air outside poured in, and the old flames were rising, and the door was already piled up with very high charred corpses, most of which were intact, and they were obviously smoked alive. A smell of burnt protein wafted through the air.

The slaves who escaped from their cages were pinned down by arrows, some were shot to the ground, wails were screaming, slaves searched everywhere for concealment and weapons, and some rushed into the dining hall and grabbed the lid of the pot as a shield. Kitchen knives, rolling pins, and large shovels for stir-frying large pots of vegetables were all searched for weapons, and slaves who were closer to the tool room smashed open the door and ran in, picking up axes, pickaxes, hammers, iron awls, wicker hats, and bamboo baskets. The slaves were all prisoners of war, at least they had been on the battlefield with real knives and guns, and seeing that freedom was about to be realized, and they also had iron guys in their hands, they began to gather in the camp square, ready to force their way through the door.

Liu Ziguang also retreated, and stood with his three elder brothers, the slaves were all soldiers, and at this time they spontaneously lined up in battle formations according to the structure of the slave brigade, those with weapons stood in the front row, and the unarmed and wounded stood in the back row.

Seeing that thousands of slaves were forming in the open space, and they were about to rush over, Director Wang was also red-eyed, these thousands of beasts were released, not to mention the misery, his head would definitely not be saved. "Get on the crossbow!" He shouted.

A group of guards pushed out two large shooting machines with wheels from the house next to the gate of the camp, two soldiers sat on either side of the equipment, and at the same time stepped on the pedals, pulling the strong bowstring, and the other soldier swung the short spear-like arrows into the bullet chute on one side, the bowstring was constantly tightened under the drive of the chain, and then automatically rebounded at the end of the stroke, and fired the arrows with wooden rods and iron heads, which were thicker and heavier than ordinary arrows, and fired them continuously, like shortened spears, arrows with whistles to the place where the slaves gathered.

As if boiling water was pouring snow, powerful arrows were everywhere, and the crowd was pierced through a bloody alleyway, and the arrows were still powerful after a series of people, piercing the wall of the slave house behind them, causing the brick wall that had been burned loose to collapse, and the battle formation of the slaves was quickly disrupted, stepping on the corpses to dodge the direction of the crossbows.

"Quick, pull out the table in the cafeteria!" Liu Ziguang shouted.

Anthony comprehended, beckoned his team to run into the dining hall, and while the fire was still small, dragged out a few long tables for eating, and blocked the front, and the slaves of the other teams followed suit, using the dining table made of thick planks as a shield, although it was better than nothing, but it was much stronger than resisting with flesh and blood.

Seeing that the opponent's formation was chaotic, Director Wang resolutely ordered, "Form a formation!" The remaining guards quickly formed a phalanx, with spearmen in front and sword and shield men behind, and the archers stood on the shelves of the wall to continue firing, and two crossbows were pushed to the sides of the phalanx to suppress the fire.

"Forward" Director Wang gave an order, and the phalanx began to move forward, swords and spears shining, and the pace was firm, although the number was only a few hundred, there was still an aura that oppressed the slaves.

Behind is the burned slave house, raging fire, in front of the sword mountain gun forest, the slaves who lack weapons began to panic.

"There are few guards, but there are many of us, so we can only rush hard." Liu Ziguang said to the person next to him. Although the slaves had some combat experience, they lacked unified command and needed someone to take the lead.

Liu Ziguang jumped up from behind the table, stood on the table and shouted: "If you enter, you will live, and if you retreat, you will die, brothers will rush with me!" With that, he raised his long knife and single-handedly rushed towards the phalanx of the guards.

Fearing that Liu Ziguang would lose, Zamuhe hurriedly stood up and fired several arrows in a row, took up the longbow on his back, picked up a spear and followed closely, Anthony and Duncan also picked up their weapons, not to be outdone, the four of them shouted and charged, and the thousands of slaves behind him also understood that if they didn't rush out to riot, they would fall short, and then saw 9527 and a large group of fierce men charging forward without hesitation, and the crowd was boiling.

"Horizontal and vertical are dead, Lao Tzu wants to pull a cushion back."

"The second team is not a bad seed, brothers."

"Isn't it just a life, Lao Tzu is out of the way!"

The slaves were so excited that they picked up the crossbow arrows they had shot at them as weapons, jumped over the long tables, and rushed towards the phalanx of guards, and thousands of slaves swept over the sky like black clouds.