Eight days after leaving Flanderson Kenson, Patrek still didn't see the expected supply convoy. Directly in front of the King's army, another strange team appeared.

It was a large, black, humanoid forest made up entirely of soldiers.

There are men, and there are women. There are even shadows of teenagers in it. As a rough estimate, their number is as high as 300,000, and possibly even more than 400,000. Dense crowds dominated the plains, and even the hills and hills a little farther away were filled with people. Their armament was poor, almost all of them were round shields and short swords, and only a few of the outer edges were armed with spears. Even though it was noon at the time of the encounter, the sun shone brightly enough, and the ground temperature was very high, Patrek felt that his eyes would always be involuntarily black, and he felt a cold to the bone.

There is no doubt that they were all slaves. The various emblems on the shoulders and forehead have been illustrated. Slave traders and aristocrats alike liked to leave special marks on their slaves with soldering irons. It's their private property, and it's as simple as writing your name on the side of a book you just bought with a pen.

The eyes of these men were red, and the griffin pattern embroidered with gold thread on the king's banner had no deterrent effect on them. Many slaves didn't even need leather armor or shields, and all they had in their hands was a battle axe. With his back hunched and his muscular legs bent, his whole person exuded beastly madness and bloodthirsty murderous intent.

They also have flags. A black flag, like the cloak of the most evil and ferocious devil in the legend. The pattern is also very simple, just a red dragon. Both in workmanship and pattern, the flag seems too simple, but it exudes a fearsome roughness and ferocity.

"Oh my God! Look there. That...... What is that? ”

A bloodless attendant raised his hand, trembling and pointing into the distance.

Under the sun, on both sides of the road occupied by slaves, stood hundreds of wooden poles tens of meters long. The top was sharpened, and the heads of people with hideous faces and painful faces were inserted. Due to the hot climate, many of the heads have rotted, and from time to time crows hover in the air, occasionally flying down, pecking at a piece of carrion and quickly flying away. Their soft eyeballs and lips are their favorites, and many of them have turned to bones and are unrecognizable from their original faces.

"That, look at that, that's Marquis Rachel."

The attendant's eyesight is very good. He recognized a very fresh head, apparently freshly killed.

Following the lead, Patrek saw the familiar face of Marquis Rachel.

That's right, it's the self-proclaimed suave, handsome and golden Rachel. This dog mongrel was the object of favor of all the noblewomen in the royal court, and it was even rumored that his wife, the queen, also had a leg with him. Patrek had long wanted to screw off this guy's head and use it as a toilet, but he didn't expect someone to move faster than himself, and hung it on the wooden pole one step ahead.

Marquis Rachel had led his troops out the night before. He had 12,000 private soldiers under his command. After calculating, the time before and after leaving the brigade was more than 60 hours, but I didn't expect to be sniped, and even the head was cut off to become a snack for crows.

Those slaves, even when they had such a strong fighting power?

Silent fear and intense doubts swelled and fermented in the minds of Patrek and all the generals.

At the top of the mountain pack, which Patrek couldn't see with the naked eye, Su Hao was carefully observing the king's army that had just entered the plain. It was a pre-set encirclement, with twice the number of slaves against the 130,000 king's army, which was the final link in the plan. Over the course of a few days, most of the nobles who had broken away from the king's army were sniped. Fear and hunger prompted more and more nobles to leave secretly. It's actually stupid and unsafe, and it also gives Su Hao a chance to break through.

Looking at the king's army in the distance under the golden griffin's ever-changing formation, Su Hao sneered and made a decision. He waved his arm, pointed straight ahead, and said cruelly, "Start attacking, kill them all." ”

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It should be admitted that the comprehensive elements of the king's army were indeed higher than those of the rebellious slaves. The Praetorian Guard, in particular, formed a formation very quickly, and under the command of a strict general, with King Patrik's position as the core, the rudiments of a defensive circle had already appeared.

The slaves who rushed from the front were all infantrymen. They didn't have any tactics at all, and they didn't have any formation or coordination. They howled like wild beasts, waving their simple weapons and pounced on them. In the panic, the Praetorian Guards hurriedly raised their spears to block, and in the face of the sharp spear tip, the first wave of slaves could not stop at all, they directly met it under the action of huge inertia, and watched the head of the spear penetrate the body, and they could not contain it to collide with the dense gun formation.

Patrek watched in amazement.

He never dreamed that there would be such a fierce warrior in the world? But why, are the slaves' eyes red? And that terrifying running speed and impact power, apparently far beyond the limits of what humans can bear?

Of course, Patrek does not understand that in the distant earth world, there is a plant called the poppy that is said to have been planted by the devil. The soil and climate of the continent of Rabangka are very suitable for the growth of opium poppies, and the "bee colony" has harvested two crops in the past six months. The poppy juice has a significant stimulating and confusing effect on the human body, and with the use of indigenous drugs, it has finally become a new type of drug that can be drunk like wine.

The first batch of fifty thousand slaves was responsible for the shock. They didn't know what death was, the blood on their bodies was boiling, and they were frantically unleashing power and killing, becoming the only consciousness master in their minds. These drug-narcotified slaves were not equipped with armor or shields, and were armed entirely with heavy tomahawks or sledgehammers. Even if the body is pierced by a spear, it does not cause pain. All they had to do was smash through the outer defenses of the King's army and tear out a wound that was wide enough.

The second, third, and fourth waves of slaves were also 50,000 men. The amount of drugs they took was only about 30 percent of the first batch. This dose is just enough to get their blood pumping without losing their minds. They attacked the King's army from three directions, stepping on the corpses of the first slaves killed in battle to continue the assault. These slaves were all recruits who had just joined the rebel army, and Su Hao did not have time to train them, so he only issued short swords and light battle axes to each of them. Emaciated women and teenagers make up a large part of this. But their eyes are equally red, and their bodies fed with human flesh are full of strength. Su Hao promised them property and land, as well as the privilege of chopping up the nobles and boiling them into a soup pot. These promises are not illusory, but have been proven by hundreds of thousands of people in Maca City. No one suspected that Su Hao was lying, even women and children were still cheering that they had a free way out.

Of course, happiness cannot fall out of thin air from the sky, and the great leader Su Hao has said more than once: "You all need to fight for this qiē yourself." Come on! Follow me, smash a roadblock, and kill all the enemies who want to rob us of our happiness. Kill those nobles, and every one of them will be yours! ”

Nothing could be more inspiring than the golden shell in front of you. There is nothing more exciting than having the head of a noble lord cut off. The effects of drugs are released to the extreme at such times. The trapped king's army was like a weak woman surrounded by countless strong men, trembling in countless hideous laughter, screaming and suffering from impact and ravage.

A young man armed with a short sword roared and rushed towards a knight. The knight swung his tomahawk and slashed the boy's left shoulder with precision, cutting off his entire arm on the spot. The boy was unaware of this, still wielding his dagger and baring his teeth and roaring at the knight. A knight attendant next to him hurriedly resisted it with a spear and stabbed the young man directly in the chest. The young man who was not afraid of death threw the short sword directly at the war horse under the knight's crotch until it was stalked.

A woman's abdomen was slit, and she ignored the intestines that flowed from the wound, and directly grabbed the head of a Praetorian Guard with both hands and gnawed indiscriminately. The surrounding soldiers hurriedly swung their swords and slashed at the woman, but they couldn't stop her from biting off the ears of the Praetorian Guards, gnawing off her nose, and tearing off large pieces of flesh from her cheeks, revealing her bright red cheeks.

Lose your marbles! All crazy!

Patrek was incredulous at what he saw. Even the bravest warriors can't do that. It was unthinkable that those slaves would have erupted with such a powerful killing intent. The heavy columns of the King's army were rapidly thinned by the onslaught of these humanoid beasts, and those terrible people could not be described in any words. They have lost their minds, and they are the machine! It's a puppet! It's crazy!

The king's army fought back so strongly that the first wave of slaves had been killed. The follow-up slave armies that were replenished from the three directions were also quickly consumed by more than half. The irritating effects of drugs are significant, and the side effects are just as significant. The violently depleted body could not be replenished normally, and although the brains of the slaves were slaughtered and frantically controlled, there was not enough body to sustain the fight. The madman at the end of the crossbow, as terrifying as he is, can also cut his throat with a knife.

Patrek quickly smelled something unusual.

In the distance, on the plain, an army of up to 100,000 slaves had been gathered. Unlike the unruly lunatics who preceded them, this slave army was armoured and well-armed. They slowly unfurled and trotted toward the battlefield.

Could it be that this is the elite unit of the rebel army?

The thought crossed Patrek's mind, and was interrupted by a dense stream of arrows shooting through the air.

It's the archers! Behind this elite group of slaves hid a huge number of archers. As a rough estimate, it should be no less than 10,000 people.

The feathered arrows that came like flying locusts immediately turned the king's army into a boiling cauldron. There were wails and screams everywhere, curses and bloodshed everywhere. Some people were shot through the neck alive, and some people were busy pulling out the shaft of an arrow on their thighs, but they were stabbed by the swarming slaves with a sword. The long-range attack did not take into account the slaves sent out in the previous waves at all, and indiscriminate fire covered the entire battlefield. The slave, whose eyes were red from the stimulation of drugs, was defenseless. They never dreamed that death would come from the rear, and they never thought that they would get nothing at all, purely as a one-time consumable on the battlefield.

Su Hao didn't have time to train the slaves. Especially those who just joined later, their role can only be to rush to the front and die. Their fate has been decided from the time they take drugs. The opium poppy grown on the continent of Rabangka is very different from the earth world. Both the paralyzing and stimulating effects on the central nervous system are far beyond expectations. Although the inhabitants of the world of Rabangca are naturally fortified people, there is no resistance or immunity to this already devastating liquid. Once taken, the central nervous system will be irreparably damaged after a brief period of euphoria. No matter how much is injected, the light ones will be quadriplegic, and the heavy ones will directly become idiots. In addition to dying on the battlefield, even if you survive, the end is still death.

100,000 elite heavily armed slave warriors plunged into battle, and the tide of battle immediately turned one-sided.

The King's army was already dying under the onslaught of mad drug slaves, and there was no longer any ability to resist. When the slave army roared and rushed in, the battle quickly turned into a blood-chested killing.

Covered in blood and severed limbs, the exhausted Praetorian Guards and knights were so fragile that they could not even cope with the onslaught of slashing, and their courage was rapidly depleted by their physical strength. The first surrenderers soon appeared on the battlefield.

The battle lasted nearly three hours before it finally subsided. The king's army fell by nearly 50,000 men, and the rebel army also paid the price of 160,000 slave soldiers. Corpses strewn with weapons everywhere, and the entire plain was enveloped in a sickening smell of blood. The blood and water converged towards the low-lying area under the action of gravity, and dark red blood pits appeared under the corpse pile, reflecting the death-white and terrifying human faces in the sunlight.

There was no sign of fighting on the battlefield, and all those who resisted were reduced to corpses. The last elite of slaves to join the battle were also tired, and many of them did not even have the strength to wield their swords and cut off each other's heads, so they could only support their bodies with shields or weapons, and stood in place gasping for breath.

In the direction of the small mountain where Su Hao was, a cavalry team of hundreds of people appeared. All the cavalrymen held trumpets made of iron sheets in their hands. With all their might, they shouted at the lifeless battlefield: "All lay down their arms, immediately kneel and surrender." Otherwise, if discovered, they will be killed on the spot. ”

The cavalry arrived a little late. Both the Praetorian Guards and the remnants of the aristocratic private army have all fallen to their knees. The weapon was thrown into the distance. They were covered in blood and flesh, and there was no sparkle in their eyes. Now that the war has been defeated, the only way to survive is to surrender.

When Su Hao came to Patrick surrounded by a swarm of guard "worker bees", the poor king's cheeks were already high and swollen. It looks like he's gained a whole circle.

The king has the dignity of a king. Although Patrek chose to surrender, he refused to kneel. The elite slave warriors didn't care so much, and directly punched the king in the face with the soles of their shoes. Several attendants rushed up to stop them, but they were cut down on the spot. This foolish and loyal but fruitless action lasted for several minutes, and after there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground, no one wanted to come over to maintain the dignity of the so-called king.

Looking at Patrek who was kneeling down in front of him in frustration, Su Hao smiled faintly. The smile was calm and gentle, full of compassion like an angel.

Su Hao stretched out his hand to pick up the crown on Patrik's head, looked at it carefully, and said casually, "I need a knighthood." Now, you're still the king, so make me Duke of the Red Dragon! ”

This sentence made Patrek raise his head and widen his eyes.

He didn't understand that Su Hao would make such a request at such a time.

Su Hao does have the strength to conquer the world of Rabangka. But it will take enough time. Comprehensively calculated, the combined military strength of all the countries in the world exceeds tens of millions. Separate attacks are of course the best way to deal with them, but things have to be considered for the worst. If Patrek recognized Su Hao's title and status, the slave rebellion turned into a civil strife among the nobility. Even if it is not recognized by other nobles in the Golden Card country, it is not easy for other countries to send troops to intervene without authorization.

It's not appropriate to kill Patrek right now. In another year, at least eight months, Su Hao will have enough elite slave troops. At that time, it no longer matters whether Patrek lives or dies, and Su Hao can also be promoted to the king as a legitimate duke.

The seizure of power is as simple as that. But in any case, a legitimate and reasonable name is always needed. This is not the earth, and human thinking and civilization have not developed into modern society. The legitimacy of royal rule remains pervasive. With a duke on one side and a slave on the other, it is natural for commoners to make a choice. Although Su Hao's previous status was a slave, as long as the king recognized him as a duke, it became logical for a qiē.

"Nope! I'm not going to grant you such a damn request. ”

Patrek is not a fool, and of course he can see the real purpose behind Su Hao's request. He himself didn't know where the hard air came from, so he raised his head and roared at the top of his throat: "You are a slave! It's an anti-insurgency! ”

Su Hao stopped talking. He turned around and snapped his fingers at the "worker bees" standing not far away. The latter nodded knowingly, and casually pulled out a captured general, and with a flash of the sword in his hand, a head with angry eyes had already rolled off the ground.

Looking at Patrek, whose eyes twitched, Su Hao calmly gave an order: "In front of him, kill all the prisoners of war one by one." Let him see clearly the expressions of these people before they died, and every movement. ”

The brutal slaughter began again. The prisoners of war were lined up in a long line and walked in order past the frightened Patrick. Of course, I can clearly see the real purpose behind Su Hao's request. He himself didn't know where the hard air came from, so he raised his head and roared at the top of his throat: "You are a slave! It's an anti-insurgency! ”

Su Hao stopped talking. He turned around and snapped his fingers at the "worker bees" standing not far away. The latter nodded knowingly, and casually pulled out a captured general, and with a flash of the sword in his hand, a head with angry eyes had already rolled off the ground.

Looking at Patrek, whose eyes twitched, Su Hao calmly gave an order: "In front of him, kill all the prisoners of war one by one." Let him see clearly the expressions of these people before they died, and every movement. ”

The brutal slaughter began again. The prisoners of war were lined up in a long line and walked in order past the frightened Patrick.