At the junction in front of them, there was a small group of guards, about twenty or so, but there had never been such a large-scale slave escape here, and they were also panicked when they looked at the surging crowd of slaves.

The twenty-man guards had never faced such a state of affairs, and on this Cincinnati border, they had never heard of so many people suddenly escaping from prison, their leader drew his sword and casually cut down the two slaves who rushed over, and the guards behind reacted and began to show their weapons.

They cut down a wave of slaves who rushed towards them, but more slaves wanted them to rush over.

The crowd of slaves came in a surging crowd, and soon overwhelmed the twenty-man guards, their space became smaller and smaller, and the slaves wielding sticks, stones, and shovels attacked one by one.

Woo!

From the camp of the guards in the rear came the sound of horns, strong and long, it was the horn of the guards to assemble.

The twenty guards at the intersection were overjoyed, as long as they held on for a short while, reinforcements from the large army behind would arrive.

The slaves became even more frantic when they heard this, and one of the guards was hit in the head with a shovel, and his head blossomed.

The other guard was stoned in the eye, and his vision became blurred, and when he could react, a cold blade pierced his throat.

As the gaps in the guards' defenses were breached, the slaves attacked more brazenly.

Thomas rushed forward, and he drew his bow and shot arrows, which were already exhausted.

He raised the bow in his hand to resist the cross sword chopped down by one of the guards, and with a twist of the bow with his backhand, the bowstring stuck the guard's wrist and flicked, and the soldier's wrist hurt, and the cross sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Thomas slammed his bow into the guard's head, leaned down, picked up the fallen crosssword, rolled and stabbed it straight through the guard's lower abdomen.

Thomas drew his sword, and the guard slowly went limp.

Thomas looked up and saw one of the guards on horseback.

Horse, very good.

With his sword in both hands, he stepped forward and struck at the back of the minimum guard, who were chopping and slaughtering the slaves in front of him, noticing the movement behind him.

Closer, closer.

Thomas leaped to his feet and swung his sword with a sharp light across the guard's neck, only to see the human head separate, and the flying human head drew a parabola in the air and landed at Thomas's feet.

Thomas kicked away, turned on his horse, stepped back from the headless corpse, and beckoned to Ron behind him, "Come on, get on the horse." ”

Ron leapt up and sat down behind Thomas.

Thomas looked around, trying to find Nalan Xingtian's figure, but the night was pitch and completely unrecognizable, he sighed, turned the horse's head, patted the horse's body, the horse neighed, and ran forward.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

Nalan Xingtian also saw this scene in the back, and he ran as hard as he could, but there was a lot of people in front of him, and he couldn't squeeze through.

They're gone, and where is Sanger?

Woo!

The sound of the horn in the back was even more rapid.

This is not a trumpet, this is a talisman, and that trumpet is like a chant of death, engraved in the heart of every slave.

Nalan Xingtian looked around, but he didn't see Sange's figure.

The army behind will catch up at any time, then there is only a run.

Nalan Xingtian took a step, rushed out of the intersection, and kept running forward.

There are three roads at the intersection, and the most spacious one should be the pipe, so I dare not go.

There are two other paths, one leads to Qiao Dianguo, and the other leads to the legendary Cursed Land Walma Forest, but I don't know which one it is, and Nalan Xingtian can't tell it clearly.

The sound of trumpets was louder, and there was a faint neighing of war horses, and the guards were dispatched.

Nalan Xingtian didn't dare to run on the road, thinking that the forest next to him would pass through at once.

The guards were dispatched, and at the forefront was a row of knights on horses, with torches in their left hands and swords in their right hands, galloping all the way.

The slaves who had accumulated in the back were cut down in rows like wheat under the harvest of the knights.

A slave was cut by a sword in the artery of his throat, and blood splattered and squirted far away.

A slave had his wrist cut off and was lying on the ground rolling around wailing.

Baron Kyle is in the middle of the team, his mood is very bad, there are still three years, my term here is over, he will return to the imperial capital Loulan to return to his glory at any time, but he didn't expect that at this time there was a big incident of slaves escaping en masse, he didn't know how to explain to the above, he had to find a way to save this uncontrollable situation.

Slaves are both a population and a resource, and the army in front of them cannot be allowed to continue to slaughter, otherwise who will do the work.

"Except for the most vicious, try to catch them alive. Kyle issued an order to the adjutant.

The adjutant gave a loud order: "Baron Kyle has an order, except for the most vicious, try to catch them alive." ”

The guards were ordered to move quickly, and some of the slaves who resisted fiercely were killed, some of them were recaptured and returned to the dungeons, and a small number of slaves fled and scattered without a trace.

The adjutant came back to his life.

"How many have you captured?" asked Baron Kyle.

"There are 1,198 slaves on the register, and now about 600 or so have been captured, waiting to be released. The adjutant replied.

Kelmore rubbed his chin and said, "Six hundred people have been captured, and there should be more than three hundred dead and wounded, that is, at least two hundred people are still on the run." ”

"Yes, sir. The adjutant responded.

"Keep chasing, send the knights, and the avenue trail continues to search. Kyle gave another order.

"Commanded. The adjutant departed.

......

Nalan Xingtian was running in the forest, he dared to swear that this was the fastest run in his life, he didn't dare to stop, for fear that as soon as he stopped, the army would chase after him.

He only glanced back, the apocalypse gave him a wide and unhindered view, he saw the slaves being cut down, he saw the army surrounded, like a flock of sheep, driven back to the camp in the military field, he saw the knights in the front chasing after him, broken into pieces, and scattered in all directions.

Nalan Xingtian didn't dare to stop for a moment, and ran with all his strength to accelerate.

He did not take the big road or the small road, but only ran according to the densely wooded places in the forest, and in many places there was no complete road.

"How long have I been running away from the Apocalypse?" asked Nalan Xingtian in his heart.

"It has been two hours and twenty-eight minutes since I escaped from prison. Apocalypse's mechanical voice replied.

"I've been running for so long. Nalan Xingtian felt that his steps were sore, and he felt a little unable to breathe.

He slowed down and began to walk slowly, he also wanted to rest, but he didn't dare to stop and fall down immediately to rest, first, for fear of the pursuers behind, and secondly, the sudden rest after strenuous exercise would make him feel more tired.

In front of it, due to the nervousness of the flight, I didn't feel anything else, and this stop, except for the soreness and pain, the most uncomfortable thing was hunger.

The rattle of his abdomen reminded him of hunger.