Dylan and his party walked out of the cell door, and there was no sound outside, the silence was frightening, and they bent down and moved slowly against the corner, thinking that the grass was slowly approaching.

At this moment in the cell, the already restless slaves became even more impatient, and some swearing words sounded everywhere.

"Thomas has taken a few men with him, and Dylan has taken a few men with him, and we are waiting here stupidly, just to delay their escape?"

"We are abandoned, we are all substitutes for the dead. ”

"I'm going to go out too, and no one will stop me. ”

"There are so many of us, even if the guards come, what are we afraid of, waiting here, anyway, we will die at dawn. ”

There was a commotion in the cell, and a sense of unease and panic spread among the slaves.

"Fools are just waiting here. "A slave couldn't take it anymore and went away.

When the first one broke the rules and made the slaves behind them even more nervous, the two doors were opened by the slaves, and the irascible slaves were even more crazy, they rushed into each other and squeezed towards the door, and then turned into a furious flame, their usual numb and boring expressions distorted, and their once godless eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

The slaves scrambled out of the cell, and one of the slaves took a torch from the wall and threw it on the hay in the cell, and the flames burst into flames.

After the five of them had crossed the first watchtower, they heard some noises coming from behind, and when he looked back, he saw that people were rushing out of the cell.

First a few, and then I saw one after another rushing out of the cell, buzzing.

"These idiots are crumbling. Thomas scolded in a low voice.

"Mr. Thomas, I'm afraid the original plan will not work, and the movement will get bigger and bigger. Nalan Xingtian frowned and said.

"What then, shall we rush?" asked Thomas.

Nalan Xingtian looked up, where they were now was the blind spot of the field of vision above, and the green fan was still some distance away from here.

Nalan Xingtian shook his head and said: "No, the sentries on the sentry tower take care of each other, and if you go out, you will be shot into a hedgehog, this is the blind spot of the satellite TV line, let's wait here for a while." ”

"Those idiots, I knew they couldn't be trusted. Ron complained.

"The chaos has just begun, but they are working. Nalan Xingtian said.

"What does it do?" asked Ron.

"Attract firepower. Nalan Xingtian smiled slightly.

Dylan and the others were still careful when they came out, and their voices were quiet, but the large number of slaves behind them, the noise and noise, and the faint flames burning in the cell all attracted the attention of the guards on the watchtower.

Some of the slaves removed the legs of the tables and chairs in their cells to use as weapons, some found the tools of daytime work in their hands, and some brainless slaves lit torches to signal his presence to the sentinels.

The guards on the nearest watchtower noticed what was going on, and one of them struck the gong on standby, and the other drew his bow and arrow, only to hear a whoosh, and the slave with the torch fell.

"You shouldn't have put out these crumbs with your head in the **. Thomas cursed as he stood up slightly, drawing his bow and arrows.

After the sound of an arrow, the man who struck the gong went limp, and then fell off the watchtower.

The sentry next to him was about to strike the gong, but Thomas drew the arrow again, and an arrow flew at it, and the arrow passed through the sentry's head, and the sentry froze and fell stiff.

The slaves who came out came in the direction of the watchtower, and the crowd was huge, shouting and cursing, and the noise was chaotic.

The two sentries on the first tower were all dead, but they did attract the attention of the other sentry towers, and as the nearby sentries rang the gong, the towers in the distance corresponded to each other, and the urgent gong sounded one after another.

The slaves quickly crossed the first tower and rushed to the second tower, where the sentries on the tower began to fire arrows as the slaves came into range.

It's just that talking about a few sentinels on the sentry tower is so powerless when facing a torrent of thousands of slaves.

The chaotic procession of slaves passing by Nalan Xingtian and the others had succeeded in attracting firepower, but the sound of gongs and the noise outside made the sleeping guards sound from the silence.

Nalan Xingtian saw that the camp of the guards to the east began to light up.

Thomas also saw the light of the camp to the east, his pupils shrank slightly, he knew how terrible a well-equipped army was, it was not something that ordinary individual force could resist, although the slaves numbered thousands, but in the face of the guards, they were only lambs to the slaughter.

"Damn, the guards reacted. Thomas said uneasily.

"The sentry in front of us is almost running out of arrows, and we should run. Nalan Xingtian replied.

The five of them looked at each other, stood up, and ran forward.

As Thomas ran, he drew his bow and drew arrows, and with each sound of an arrow, a sentry on the watchtower fell.

Nalan Xingtian and Thomas and the other five were still together at first, but as more slaves joined the fleeing team, Nalan Xingtian found himself separated from them in the continuous crowding of slaves.

As far as the eye could see, there were people everywhere, there was noise everywhere, screams everywhere, some were shot by the sentinel's arrows, some were pushed down in the collision crowd, and then trampled and trampled to death by the slaves who followed.

The situation was even worse than Nalan Xingtian had imagined, and the situation was even more chaotic than expected, he could no longer find Thomas's voice, and more lights sounded in the area behind him, indicating the imminent arrival of the guard.

Nalan Xingtian began to run, fleeing with the crowd of slaves.

They rushed past the four towers at the front and came to the corner, where there were also four denser towers in front of them, but they saw that the sentries on the towers were all gone, and they should have died.

Nalan Xingtian quickened his pace and ran faster.

Fire, noise, wailing, death, flight.

This scene is unfolding before my eyes.

Rushed out of the watchtower in front of him and came to the front, which was a place that Nalan Xingtian had never set foot in to observe.

The apocalypse made Nalan Xingtian's vision here like daylight, he looked up and saw a tall figure in front of him, it was Thomas, in this prison, there were few people who had such a strong and tall figure.

......

Thomas was also anxious, the first method was completely useless, and all plans were disrupted by the selfish and stupid slaves.

To make matters worse, when the crowd flooded in, he found that the first five had been separated, and that there was only one Ron still following him.

Sanger didn't care, Vane was his loyal subordinate, and he didn't want him to lose.

But what he cares about most is Nalan Xingtian, his keen observation, extraordinary wisdom, and he is only thirteen years old, if he takes him with him and reorganizes the mercenary group by himself, he will be his right-hand man in the future.

Just looking around, it was pitch black, there was noise everywhere, and there were people tossing and turning, and it was impossible to find where Nalan Xingtian was.