Chapter 4: Riots: Bloody Suppression

The ranks of slaves were crowding the gates of the Colosseum, and the Shangdu Corps lined up to surround them, and the two sides confronted each other quietly, the knives were unsheathed, the arrows were wound, and the brutal battle was about to begin when the commander gave the order. Li Yuxuan and Ye Feng stood on the periphery, looking infinitely small.

"Vomit ......"

Looking at the battle from afar, you can also see the art of command, and when you look at the scene up close, you can only be disgusting. Li Yuxuan looked through the surrounding army, saw the stumps and broken legs on the ground, the corpses lying all over the ground, and saw the scarlet blood flowing slowly, and finally couldn't help but spit out the overnight meal.

Ye Feng didn't vomit, he didn't feel nauseous, he only had anger in his heart, watching life drift away like autumn leaves, all the piano sounds, all the beauties, all the feelings seemed to have disappeared, and all that was left was anger and a trace of remorse? Ye Feng patted Li Yuxuan's back blankly, and muttered to himself: "So many people have died, is this slave riot right or wrong?"

"There is no right or wrong in the world, only worthiness and unworthiness. Li Yuxuan finally relented, reached out to wipe the dirt from the corners of his mouth, and said softly.

"Is it worth it, or is it not worth it? Life is so lowly here. Ye Feng asked blankly.

"In some people's hearts, life is the highest position, in some people's hearts, freedom is in the highest position, and it is not up to us to decide whether it is worth it or not. Li Yuxuan said quietly.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again in the distance, but it was not the rescue army, but the richly dressed princes and nobles, slowly approaching, and it could be seen that it was the chief executive of the Shang capital who was the head of the company.

The prince of the Frankish kingdom is the master of Marseille, whose personality and management methods are as uninhibited as his name, and he has single-handedly created the name of the merchant capital of Marseille.

"Despicable slaves, do you think you can get rid of your slave status by rushing out? Slaves, all eternally slaves, lay down their arms, there is still a way to live. It was a fat man beside Changkong Wuji who shouted, his round face, the fat trembled with the sound, and his eagle-like eyes flashed with cruel coldness.

Seeing that there was no way out, the original fierce momentum of the slave team slowly declined, and the weapons held high by some slaves began to slide, and a trace of disharmony began to appear in the team. At this time, a passage suddenly split in the middle of the team, and a tall figure appeared in front of him, with no emotion on his young and resolute face, and raised his big sword in his hand, shouting: "Ugly and fat Colosseum owner, dare to come and accept the challenge?"

The fat man was embarrassed, and after a while, he raised his head and shouted: "Lowly slave, what qualifications do you have to challenge me, don't you want to die? Quickly lay down your weapons and surrender, the only way to live." ”

The slaves who were still fierce in front laughed, and the laughter was like a contagious disease, causing the slaves to laugh, and the originally low momentum suddenly rose. When the laughter subsided a little, the slave who shouted raised his head to the sky and laughed, and said, "You weak moths, eat our flesh and drink our blood, and today, let you see what a real man is." For the sake of freedom, let's dance the last dazzling dance of death!"

"Roar, roar, roar......" The slave's procession began to roar one after another, as if someone was secretly commanding, and it shook the nobles on the opposite side.

"Shoot me these despicable slaves!"

Perhaps it was because he was said to be in the weakness and became angry, or perhaps because he was forced by the pressure from the other side and could not bear it, the fat man gave the order, and the archer shot the first arrow. Thousands of arrow feathers flew in the air for a very short time, and the unprotected slaves in the front row of "Puff ......" immediately fell in the next row.

At that moment, standing from Li Yuxuan's point of view, you can see Changkong Wuji faintly pressing his hand, you can see Li Xia, the father of the nobles, blinking at this side, and you can also see that several slaves who wanted to escape stiffened before the arrow feathers arrived, and it was estimated that they were dead.

It seems that this riot is not as simple as freedom, Li Yuxuan thought sullenly.

The archers were divided into two teams, and in the face of the rare target, they appeared to be in order, and the second round of arrows was quickly released, and at close range, the almost parallel straight arrows were extremely powerful. The blood of a dead or seriously wounded slave is flowing, adding a little freshness to the dark red ground, and the blood of an intact or lightly wounded slave is boiling, adding a little bloodiness and ferocity to the cruelty.

It was definitely a rare scene, a group of seemingly free slaves standing upright, watching the arrows fly and their companions falling, and they were indifferent. Is it a pity that a slave who is straighter than an arrow target and more obedient than an arrow target is dead? Of course, Changkong Wuji will not be very boring, but it is really a pity that such a bloody man dies, if he is trained to be a soldier, what a strong soldier will be?

"Stop."

Just when the slave was about to "get a big hair", an angry shout suddenly sounded on the battlefield, diluting the slaughter and cruelty, and adding a little surprise.

Changkong Wuji was regretting in his heart, this untimely angry shout was obviously in harmony, and the gesture was secretly issued, and the slaughter stopped temporarily. The living slave on the other side was ready to move, his eyes were red, and he glared at the fat man.

Sometimes the weak heart will slowly swell by itself, and the fat man is like this, looking at the devouring eyes on the other side, he can't help but shout: "Shoot, shoot me, shoot these despicable slaves to death." ”

It's a pity that the fat man's majesty is not there, and he couldn't command the army, and he was angry, and suddenly felt a person behind him, pulled his clothes, and was about to go crazy when he turned around, but he saw the deputy captain of the city defense who had just taken office. The vice-captain did not follow the captain to charge, but he did not die in his duties, but the red mark on his neck did not retreat.

This deputy captain is a cronie of the fat man who was inserted into the city defense team, and the fat man at this time couldn't help but be stunned, and finally understood that the situation was not something he could control. The deputy captain pointed at Ye Feng in anger and reminded softly: "Ye Feng is quite popular with the city lord, let's not push too much, it's better to wait and see." It's not the right time for this madman to come back!"

The fat man turned his head and looked at Ye Feng viciously, but Ye Feng didn't realize it at all, with tears in his eyes, he pointed to the corpses all over the ground, and said tremblingly: "Do you have any humanity? Slaves are also human!"

These slaves are not ordinary slaves, they were originally prepared for the gladiatorial event in a few days, and a slave is worth at least a hundred gold coins, and the best ones may be as high as hundreds or thousands of gold coins. Sky Mowgli had already regretted putting them in the gladiatorial event, because it was for sale, and if they were trained as private soldiers, it would be a powerful boost. Even if you put all this aside, it's a huge fortune, so why do fat people keep killing them?