Lingwu had indeed gone to the prisoner camp, and he was talking to several of the captives at this time. Lingwu was sitting on a chair in the middle, surrounded by some fierce guards on the left and right, and Xia Yu was standing beside him. In front of him stood a dozen captives, all shackled, and tied up like rice dumplings. The guards were heavily guarded, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Let them go, who told you to tie them up? Untie them. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, don't worry. I'm just a little curious and want to ask you something. ”

"Where is your home? How long have you been walking to get here? Is it far here? He asked many questions, but none of them answered him. The captives glanced at him with suspicion, then lowered their heads again.

"What does the little master ask you? are all dumb" The warrior on the side waved his hand and was about to hit someone, but Lingwu hurriedly stopped him: "Don't scare them, I just want to know where you come from?" Okay, why rebel? ”

"What's good? It's all impossible to live," a big man muttered in a low voice, he was tall and burly, with bulging muscles, and at first glance he knew that he was a brave warrior. It's just that he has a lot of scars all over his body, especially the scar on his left arm, which is a little scary.

"You, that is, come to the front. Can't live? Why can't you live? Tell me about it. Don't be afraid, I won't blame you for anything. ”

"Our Hongning Mansion Master is too bad, I am a slave in his Mansion."

The strong man walked slowly to the front and said angrily, "He drank a lot, and when he got drunk, he beat us and slashed us with a knife, and many of us had him hacked to death." His sons were even worse, they drank and played with women, and we slaves fought each other next to each other, and we didn't stop without killing each other, and that's how my brother and brother died. This scar of mine was cut by the lord of the mansion, and most of the scars on my body came from this, and there have not been many places where I have been killed on the battlefield for so long, and they deserve to die these days. The strong man's eyes were full of tears, and his hands were clenched with joints.

A dozen captives made him sad to the point, and most of them sobbed in low voices, crying together at once. Xia Yu had already become a tearful person crying on the side, everyone felt a little pity for these individuals, most of the people present were slaves, and they inevitably sympathized with these slaves.

When Lingwu heard this, he was also angry: "Where are these still people, they are simply devils." Where did the big devil end up? Didn't you say nowhere to be found. ”

"Everyone hated him, and he tortured the slave girls in ways that no one could have imagined. Seeing that sooner or later the slave girls would die, they got up and put poison in the water he drank. In order not to arouse his suspicion, a female mother drank some in front of her first, and then gave him a drink. He didn't suspect it, so he drank it all at once. This slave girl and he were both poisoned, and the slave girl was as strong as him, and after a while, she vomited blood and died. The lord of the mansion is a general, and if he vomits blood, he will not die, and the slaves next to him are all reversed, and they all rush up to fight with him. The slaves of our guard died more than a thousand people before they finally killed him. ”

"Then his samurai didn't come after you?" Xia Yu hurriedly asked.

"Of course we are hunting, many of us are dead, and we are no match for the samurai at all. Dozens of them, thousands of us who were killed, ran around, and in the end only about a hundred of them fled into the mountains. When the slaves in the later realms rebelled, they stopped hunting us, and later we joined the rebellion. ”

There was no need for Lingwu to ask now, and the dozen or so captives all cried with snot and tears about their tragic experiences. Lingwu was there and everyone cried a lot, and finally Lingwu said, "You guys are here, I promise I won't do that to you." Come to my guard, this strong man, and see if I'm a bad person. I'll give you a name, that devil wants you to die, but I want you to live, you can be called He Jian, live strong. What do you think? ”

"Thank you yet, little master," Xia Yu hurriedly urged the strong man who was still a little suspicious.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for Lingwu's sixth birthday, and the two armies of the enemy and us faced each other on both sides of the river. The rebellious slaves could not cross the river, and Zhao Wu's team only defended and did not attack, but they were safe, but everyone did not dare to take it lightly, and everyone held their positions. On his birthday, Zhao Wu and the family of the Tiantai lord prepared a rich banquet for Lingwu, and a group of young masters from the Tiantai Lord surrounded Lingwu.

However, there are two things that make Lingwu the happiest. One is that Lu An took five hundred warriors to perform swordsmanship for Lingwu on the spot, which is not a fist and embroidered legs, but a knife technique that fights to the death on the real battlefield. Zhao Wu announced that the five hundred people were under the personal command of Lingwu, and Lingwu arranged for Lu An's younger brother Lu Ping to be the head of the guard. The original 3,000 and more than 7,000 prisoners were led by Lü An.

The second is that my mother sent me a birthday gift, which is a piece of jade pendant that my mother has always carried on her body, mutton fat white jade, which is said to be a birthday gift from my grandmother to my mother.

Zhao Wu also gave a gift to his son, but no one knew what this gift was except for his father and son, and Zhao Wu repeatedly told his son that he must not tell anyone else that this was an absolute secret of the father and son. Lingwu didn't understand the meaning of this gift at the time, and he didn't know how many years later why Zhao Wu was so solemn. In front of everyone, Zhao Wu also made a show, and gave Lingwu a handmade bow and arrow, saying that it was too heavy for Lu An to send, and Lingwu was too tired, and this one was much lighter.

Life after that is boring, waiting for the harsh winter to come, waiting for the river to recede. Zhao Wu was also waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from various leaders, and established a defensive position by the river every day. Lingwu practiced with the guards every day in addition to cultivating, and the five hundred guards trained under the leadership of Lu Ping to reach the highest combat power of the warrior level, everyone was a warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time, and the combat experience was also very rich. Lu Ping is also very proud, leading such a team is a high honor. Everyone knows that the slaves did not practice the martial arts of the samurai, and no matter how hard they tried, they could reach this height. Only nobles can have the qualifications to cultivate, and after the nobles cultivate into samurai, they are all commanders or even higher positions leading warriors.

After more than two months of waiting, the rain gradually decreased, and the water level of Azusa Water was getting lower and lower day by day. Winter had finally arrived, and the situation in Tiantai City was clearly becoming more and more favorable to the rioting slaves. There are obviously more people on both sides of the river, and the two sides of Zishui are tense again, and everyone knows that the day of the bloody battle is not far away.