Yang Jing wanted to leave the slave camp because he couldn't change anything, he could only watch his compatriots suffer, but Yale Taryn was a sadist, and he even made people erect a pergola, saying that he was tired of walking and wanted to rest.

When she saw that Yang Jing was uncomfortable, she was extremely happy, as if she could win back the humiliation of Yang Jing's decision to use the Mongols to test the knife.

Yang Jing is not hard-hearted, although he comes from later generations, he already has a sense of belonging to this era, and is even working hard for the survival of the Great Song Dynasty.

So when he saw this, he was naturally sad and ashamed, but he endured it, because he knew that as long as he was indifferent, Al Taryn would be bored, and he would leave the place earlier, and the slaves would not be allowed to continue to be teased and amused.

After calming down, Yang Jing began to see some details, he saw a skinny child, hiding the food that Shi Cai had snatched in his arms, secretly moved to a corner, and stuffed the food to a ragged man.

After the children, several others did the same, and they themselves were so hungry that they still gave their food to the man who was stronger than them.

The man didn't say anything, grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth as if it were a matter of course.

Yang Jing's heart swelled with disgust, because he thought that this man was like a bully in prison, oppressing these compatriots who were also reduced to slavery!

Compared with the oppression of the Mongols, this kind of bullying between compatriots is even more infuriating, Yang Jing stared at the man, eager to kill the man!

However, more and more people, quietly handing over the food they had pulled out of their teeth to the man, their movements skillful and natural, it seemed that it should not be the first time, but for a long time!

The man also seemed to notice Yang Jing's eyes, he raised his head, there was only numbness in his eyes, his small eyes were as if he had just woken up, like a drunkard who didn't want to wake up, but in the depths of his eyes, there was an indescribable hatred!

Yang Jing knew that this person regarded himself as a traitor like the ram migrating wild, and Yang Jing also felt a little aggrieved, but for the sake of the whole plan, such a sacrifice was necessary and worth it.

When Al Taryn saw that these people had quieted down, he really felt bored, and asked people to fetch some sheep bones and vegetable leaves, and threw them into the crowd, causing another bombardment, and then she watched with relish.

Yang Jing was very uncomfortable, so he beckoned to a cell boss next to him, it was a northern Han man, because the Mongols and the Liao people knew how to use the Han people to manage the Han people, and for their own interests, these Han cell bosses were even more harsh than the Mongols to treat their compatriots, I have to say, this is also a sad shame.

"Who is that?" Yang Jing asked, pointing at the man, towards the cell head.

"This person's name is Xiong Jiu, it is said that he is the head of a small sect, the boundary is in Jiugong Mountain in Huaishi Town, after the Mongols occupied Huaibei, he also led a lot of people to form a righteous army, but failed, and became a prisoner..."

"He often oppresses these compatriots?" Yang Jing had long seen that the man's martial arts were good, after all, there were quite a few differences between martial arts practitioners and ordinary people in terms of physique, words and deeds, and temperament.

"This..."The cell boss stopped talking a little, and Yang Jing didn't ask anymore, at this time, Yale Tyren seemed to be a little tired of playing, and even asked the guards around him to pick people from the slave group, as long as the wrestling can win the guards, there will be a reward, and even be able to leave the slave camp!

The men of Jartarun apparently did this often, and soon took off their armor and went out into the field, and the slaves retreated, hiding in fear of being chosen, and guessing that if they were chosen, there would be only one way to die.

Yang Jing looked at Xiong Jiu, and Xiong Jiu also looked at Yang Jing.

Based on Yang Jing's observation, this Xiong Jiu's martial arts should be very good, and it is also a foreign kung fu, it should not be difficult to defeat these guards, why is he still staying in the slave camp?

If these guards often take pleasure in this, this Xiong Jiu should have gone out a long time ago, could it be that Al Taryn's words don't count?

Yang Jing was puzzled, but the guard had already hit a middle-aged man, this person was skinny, trembling, and couldn't stand steadily, the guard just grabbed his hair, and threw the middle-aged slave out, and smashed his body on a flag pillar next to him, and the slave seemed to be broken in two from his waist!

"Enough!" Yang Jing glared at Yale Taryn angrily and sighed, but at this time, a scream suddenly came!

"Ahh

When Yang Jing turned his head to look, he saw that Xiong Jiu was holding a sharpened corbel bone in his hand, which had already pierced into the neck of the guard, and because of his great strength, the guard's neck was about to break!

Xiong Jiu threw down the guard, didn't even look at it, picked up the scimitar that the guard had stuck in the ground, and rushed towards Al Taryn!

"Stop him!"

"Kill him!"

The guards were suddenly in chaos, and those insensitive slaves, as if the walking dead had been injected into their souls, even in the blue sky, Yang Jing seemed to be able to see the raging anger erupting in their eyes!

"Ahh

The screams were repeated, and some people rushed up, and those guards only cut down one person, but they were pressed to the ground by the remaining slaves, their teeth were torn, and they even tore them alive with their hands!

There were people with all kinds of homemade sharp objects, sharpened wood, sharpened bones, tiles and the like, but everything that could cause damage, they were used!

These people all have good martial arts, they should be Xiong Jiu's old subordinates, and Yang Jingshi also saw that in addition to squeezing out their own food to Xiong Jiu, the slaves also raised these people!

Yang Jing finally understood that the slaves would rather go hungry themselves than let these people maintain enough strength, just to find an opportunity to kill Yale Teron!

When Huaibei did not fall, Xiong Jiu may also be a grass coward who occupies the mountain as the king, and what martial arts sect he says is purely to cover up and beautify, and a thief is a thief.

But when Huaibei fell and their compatriots became slaves, they dared to become dead soldiers, and they accepted the food of the slaves with peace of mind, just to accumulate enough strength and kill the enemy!

They used their lives to repay these dregs of food, although they are bandits, but they still know the great righteousness of the nation!

Xiong Jiu, who snatched the waist knife, was like a tiger, and Xue Jiu was also a Mongolian elite, but he was cut off by Xiong Jiu with his head and shoulders!

Some of their men snatched weapons, some snatched armor, some used the cowardly belt as a whip, and some pounced on it and tore and bitten like mad beasts!

Yale Taryn kept retreating under the protection of the ram migrating wild, and even forgot about Yang Jing!

Yang Jing looked at Yun Duchi who was guarding Yale Tarun, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, as long as he snatched Yun Du Chi's weapon, he would not be able to kill Yale Taren!

However, if you want to get out, it is unlikely, and the only result is to kill Al Taryn, and then everyone, along with the slaves, will be exterminated in the slave camp!

Yang Jing can't die here, because the information hasn't been sent out yet, once Yale Tyren is killed and the information is not sent, Ali Buge's anger will burn Anfeng City to ashes!

Yang Jing has absolute confidence that he can kill Yale Taren, but for the sake of the overall situation, he can't do this!

Xiong Jiu went crazy and rushed into the cowardly Xue Gang, his body was covered in more and more scars, and he was covered in blood, but his eyes never dimmed a little bit because of this!

He threw a pleading glance at Yang Jing, with hatred for the traitor!

Yang Jing gritted his teeth, just endured it, Xiong Jiu's gaze was like a red-hot knife, constantly poking and stabbing in Yang Jing's heart, but he could only endure it!

"Bang bang bang!"

A group of musketeers from the slave camp rushed in, surrounded Xiong Jiu and the others in the heart, and lit the fire rope on the assault rifle!

Iron sand and projectiles smashed the faces of the rebels, they fell one by one, and the cowardly Xue Yan also launched a counterattack, and quickly suppressed the situation, the slaves shrank, but their eyes were focused on Xiong Jiu alone!

He still didn't give up, he had more than a dozen hidden arrows pierced in his body, one of which even pierced his lungs, making him unable to breathe and only coughing up blood!

He finally couldn't walk anymore, just half-kneeled, gulping out blood, his chin and chest, his head, face and body, except for a pair of Yang Jing and yellow-white teeth, the whole person looked as if he had just been fished out of the pool of blood.

He didn't look at Yale Taryn again, but turned his head, stared at Yang Jing, bared his teeth with some difficulty, and spat at Yang Jing!

The ram pulled out his waist knife, walked two steps quickly, and the knife fell in his hand, Xiong Jiu's human head rolled to the ground with a grunt, and he didn't blink his eyes, and his eyes were still unwilling and hateful!

Frightened, Al Taryn stepped forward and kicked Xiong Jiu's head back into the crowd of slaves as if he were kicking a ball, and then, almost roaring, pointed at the slaves and ordered.

"Kill them! Kill them all!

Although she was speaking Mongolian, Yang Jing could see her anger and expected her to react like this!

Cowardly Xue is a descendant of Mongolian nobles, not to mention his noble status, he actually lost several people under a slave, which is simply a shame!

Together with Yun Duchi, they drew their swords and crashed into the slaves!

"Stop!"

Yang Jing walked out quickly, he didn't have time to save Xiong Jiu, and it was impossible to save Xiong Jiu, but he could still save these slaves!

These slaves with the spirit of resistance are the spark of the Han people, as long as they regain their freedom one day, they are the creators of the spirit of the Han people's main war and resistance, they will announce Xiong Jiu's deeds to the world, and will awaken more and more Song people's blood, they are the meaning of Xiong Jiu's sacrifice!

If all these people are killed, Xiong Jiu's death will be worthless, no one knows what happened here, and the life of a little cowardly Xue Jiu is not worthy of such a heroic death of Xiong Jiu!

Yang Jing stepped forward quickly, and the big monument wrestlers struck out one after another, and the cowardly Xue Feifei was beaten out!

"You can't die!" Al Taryn pointed at Yang Jing and scolded angrily, the crossbowmen raised their crossbows, and the musketeers also began to reload their ammunition, aiming their guns at Yang Jing!

Yang Jing had already captured seven or eight waist knives in his hand, as long as he burst out of his internal strength, the waist knives would explode on all sides, and those crossbowmen and musketeers would not have time to shoot at all!

However, Yang Jing knew that this would not have any effect, and before the information was sent, even if he killed Yale Taryn, he would not be able to change the overall situation.

"There are debtors and owners, and those who resisted have been killed, so why be angry with these poor people?"

The ram is very clear about Yang Jing's kung fu, if Yang Jing goes berserk, slow to say that these cowardly Xue and Yun Duchi, plus crossbowmen and musketeers, may not be able to stop Yang Jing, in case Yang Jing really burns the jade and kills him and Yale Tyran, it is Ali Buge who destroys An Fengjun, and they are all dead, what is the point?

"Beji, forget it..."

Seeing the ram's gaze, Yale Taryn also knew what the consequences would be if Yang Jing was forced to be anxious, so he shook his sleeves angrily and said, "Count you lucky, killing you will also stain Benbeji's hands!"

Yale Taryn glanced at it with disgust, and then turned to leave, Yang Jing threw his waist knife on the ground, turned to look at Xiong Jiu's headless corpse, and respectfully bowed to the headless corpse that was still half-kneeling.

However, at this moment, he heard the sound behind him.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Those slaves, the slaves he had just saved, were spitting on him with incomparable spit and contempt in their eyes!

Those who left food for Xiong Jiu and his children, those women who were not clothed, those old men who were dying, the wounded and sick who were festering all over, they were like living evil spirits, only the light in their eyes, still revealing the integrity and character of the Han people.

But the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable Yang Jing becomes.

Because Yang Jing was regarded as a traitor by them, and they spit on him!