On that side, the man with the whip did not realize that danger was near.

Until, from the slave's suddenly frightened eyes widened, he saw a knife falling high.

However, it was too late to react, the knife fell on the neck of the person with the whip, and hot blood gushed out, spraying on the slave's face and flowing to her mouth, the slave who had not drunk water for a long time, the first reaction was not panic, but subconsciously licked the warm blood on the side of his lips.

The bloody, bloody blood, turned into the most delicious delicacy in her long-dried lips, and she licked it greedily, if it weren't for the rope still pulling the others, she would have been eager to rush forward, hugging the dead man's neck, and taking a few sips.

The appearance of the slave fell in the eyes of the leader, his tightly wrapped face moved, seemed to be smiling, and even his eyes softened a lot, he jumped off the camel, walked to the slave, and then made an unexpected move.

The leader untied the ropes from the slave.

The scorched man wanted to stop: "My lord, this is not appropriate. ”

Unmoved, the leader quickly freed the slave from his bondage and left him alone.

The dead man on the ground was still twitching, blood gurgling from his neck.

The slave looked at the piercing blood, as if it was a luscious spring, swallowed his saliva, and finally couldn't help but pounce, leaned over to the knife, and drank it in a big gulp.

This scene should have been bloody and cruel, and it should not be looked at directly.

But the other slaves were red-eyed, and when life and death were at stake, no one felt how cruel or unbearable this was, what they had was envy and jealousy, and if they could also take a sip, their smoking throat and shriveled belly would be relieved, and they could hold on to that destination, and there might be a way to live.

The leader drew his sword, and the blade reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, but instead of going in the direction of the slaves, he approached the slaves.

The group of slaves panicked for a while, for fear that in the next moment, the knife would fall on them.

In the next moment, the blade was like lightning, and in a few spins, the ropes on most of the people were cut, and they were free.

The desert yellow sand, along the way, some people who can't stand the delicate flesh have long since died, and the rest are all people who are hard-minded and want to survive.

The shackles were untied, and the group was stunned for a moment.

When the first person rushed to the slave desperately, the others seemed to be inspired and rushed up, hoping only to seize that position, and one bite, even if it was just one bite, was enough.

Twilight falls.

In the long yellow sand, the people led by the group of officers and soldiers created a farce, and the officers and soldiers watched the play while drinking water from the pot and nibbling on dry food.

The emaciated slaves had long since been pushed aside, and the slaves scrambled to the corpses.

Some sensible people who did not want to drink blood wanted to rush to the officers and soldiers and snatch their water and dry food, but they were still greeted by a butcher's knife raised high, with precise knife skills, straight to the neck, creating another source of water (blood) for the group of slaves.

The scene was in a panic, and no one dared to attack the well-fed guards with a tired body.

The monk has more meat and less meat, and the best thing to do is to make more meat.

Someone touched the saber of the dead soldier and swung it at his unsuspecting compatriots.

The leader not only did not let people stop him, but simply threw a few swords of other soldiers into the slave herd.