There is a lot of farmland attached to the Spirit Animal Park, and there are more serfs who farm the land. For the convenience of farming, they all live scattered, dozens of people live in a village, and they are not familiar with each other.

Facing the slaves of the Spirit Beast Garden, they also mistakenly thought that they were here to join the gang. The more hospitable serf stepped forward and joked: "You have eaten all breakfast, you are late!"

"We've been hungry all morning, and you're still eating!" The slaves in the Spirit Beast Garden were furious, and their knives and forks were all in their hands, knocking the serfs who didn't know whether to say hello alive or dead to the ground.

It is said that the first time you go to the battlefield, you are soft, but everyone knows that fighting in a group is always a swarm. Only after the fact that I was afraid, and when my heart was full of anger, I was red-eyed and fought desperately.

Xiao Tian is the happiest, leading the team along the way, and his psychology has swelled to the limit. He looked at the serf in front of him, like an ant at all, and the pitchfork waved it casually, and he also understated it like a fly. He looked forward to a fork and the farmer fell like hay.

But in the hands of the serfs on the other side, the steel knives and long whips of the farmland guards have been replaced, and they are a group of real mobs, how can they fall down easily. Before Oda woke up from his dream of being a general, the steel knife had already cut his neck, and the slave who licked his feet would live forever in a sweet dream.

"They really dare to kill! Fight with these bastards!" Xiao Tian's death made the beast slaves behind him fight for their lives.

Steward Li's skillful agitation language only aroused the hearts of the beast slaves, and he really didn't think of the question of life and death. Many slaves came, and they still fought in groups as before, that is, they scared each other, scolded each other, and then crackled and beat for a while, and it was over after injuring three or two people.

But Xiao Tian's huge head fell to the ground, full of blood splashed on his face, and the slaves in the Spirit Beast Garden woke up, these serf miscellaneous are really terrible.

The serfs who killed for the first time were actually frozen. After all, these farmers have never killed anyone, nor have they practiced knife skills, and the steel knife is wielded at will. But why did the head fall off, should you pick it up and press it again?

"Ahh The slaves of the Spirit Beast Manor don't have too deep feelings with each other, and they usually step on each other's heels. You can eat meat together and compete for the excellence of the zoo, and each garden still forms a companion understanding. As soon as Oda died, the slaves of Yiyuan had the pain of the death of rabbits and foxes, and revenge came.

Revenge came and went, serfs and beast slaves fought, and the battle began on the road at the gate of the farm.

Elmo squeezed up from behind, and the front had fallen a lot, and the cook's kitchen knife was bleeding. He raised his cumbersome guillotine knife before he stepped forward to slash, a bright reflection was dazzling, and it turned out that a long knife was buried in the pile of corpses.

Knife! Amor stepped forward to pick it up, remembering the days when he wielded a large knife and slashed among the wolf corpses. This steel knife is much better than a rusty grass knife, and you still need to use a sharp weapon to kill.

"Ah Cha, pick up the knife!" With a knife in hand, Aimo was full of courage. He glanced at the slaves in the melee, and everyone still had the equipment they had when they went out, and no one thought to change even if there was a golden gun on the ground.

The slaves were all excited, or nervous and fighting, and the opponents were not recognized by their own families, or they were dancing wildly. As long as you don't fall, whoever is close around you hits whom.

"Order!" In the chaotic and noisy battlefield, the shouts and wails of killing were endless. But Ah Cha just has such a good ear and hears Aimo's order in time. He casually threw down the stick in his hand and buried himself in picking up the steel knife from the corpse of the serf. Ah Cha is so busy, everyone suddenly realized that there is a better weapon to kill, why not change it quickly?

Clenching the hilt of the knife with both hands, Elmo swung it with all his might. The strong arm suddenly exerted force, and the long knife brought out a sharp wind, slashing at the fork handle in the hand of the serf opposite, and easily cut it into two pieces. The knife did not stop, and then cut the serf's chest, and a long bloody wound slashed from the chest to the abdomen. Blood spurted non-stop, and the full stomach and intestines gushed out, hanging heavily in front of him.

"Ahh I don't want any spirit beast manor heaven, as long as I can survive peacefully. He scooped up the fallen stomach and stuffed it back into his stomach desperately, trying in vain to get back his distant life. With a backhand, Aimo cut off the head of the disemboweled serf, who was hunched over and his neck stretched out in front of his eyes.

When Gongyang Jia hid in a stone cave to recuperate from his injuries, he saw that Aimo liked to wield his long knife, and he also corrected the gesture of holding the knife and pointed out the method of chopping once. But after knowing Grandma Aim's secret, he thought that he had taken back the initiative in life, so he never taught knife skills again, and played with Aimo cutting trees and grass casually.

Along the way with Gongyang Jia, although Aimo has not learned a move and a half, he can be very skilled in slashing with a knife with both hands, and he is much stronger than a rough farmer.

"Kill!" another knife slashed vigorously, and Aimo descended like a fierce tiger down the mountain, killing all sides in the flock. The fierce leopard in the night with white bones, and Xiao Fei, who killed himself in blood, surged into his heart at this time. The battle of trapped beasts, the fight of hatred, no matter how hard he fights, he is fierce.

If it weren't for these farmers, if it weren't for Scher's arrogance, how could he have fallen like this? Steward Li's grace in teaching words has been disappointed! Master Ryan's love for *** has been disappointed!

It is these vulgar peasants who have plunged themselves into the state of injustice and injustice! It is these serfs who stand in the way and spoil their bright future!

I want to kill! Kill all the serfs who block my progress, and kill all the Shers who block the future.

Yes, it's Scher! This damned black serf, come out and die!

Elmo raised his blood-red eyes and scanned the chaotic battlefield around him. No one dares to approach, he is a man-eating demon. He took a breath, casually threw down the long knife with some curly blades, and then picked up a bright steel knife, and waved away the blood on it, wanting to find the culprit for revenge.

"Kill Scher!" this is what Steward Li confessed, and it was also the most hated in his heart.

"Kill Sher!" this is the cry of the slaves in the beastyard, this is Ah Cha chanting!

"Kill Shel!" was the voice of all the slaves present, and all life and death were caused by this coarse and reckless man.

"Kill Sher, kill Sher!" This roar became a sign of the recognition of the slaves in the Spirit Animal Garden.

After the most chaotic early stage of the war, those who can survive are the war powerhouses. In battle, they learned the importance of distinguishing friend from foe, and by leaning their backs together, they were able to double their combat power.

There are also a lot of slaves in the Spirit Beast Garden who can fight in chaos, except for a few people in their own garden, there are more slaves who don't know each other. On the battlefield of the melee, everyone is bloodstained, and they don't know each other, and it is even more difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Ah Cha shouted hysterically, and everyone found the right target. As long as you shout "kill Sher", it is your own people, and those who don't shout like this are enemies.

Even if there is no formation, they will not cooperate with each other. But after everyone got together, they changed to better killing weapons, and the attack power of the beast slaves suddenly doubled.

In terms of the total number of serfs, there were three or four times more serfs than beast slaves. More than 300 peasants fought against less than 100 beast slaves. Moreover, there were serfs who replaced the steel knives of the guards, although there were only thirty or fifty of them, but they already had an absolute advantage in equipment.

After the start of the battle, the beast slaves were quickly encircled, and in the panic, the manpower was greatly damaged. Starting from Oda, the beast slaves fell one after another, and nearly half of them died at the beginning.

After Aimo rushed up and beckoned everyone to pick up the long knife and change their clothes, the beast slaves in the circle were a little better. Then, Aimo rushed to kill viciously, so that they finally breathed a sigh of relief and barely managed to control the damage. The beast slave was able to stand up straight, and he could look up to see who his opponent was.

It was this "kill Sher" that made the beast slaves completely organized. They quickly distinguished friend and foe, stood back to back, and could work together to defend against the enemy.

And the serfs who were superior in numbers, many of them were only fighting peace battles on the periphery. I haven't really experienced the baptism of flesh and blood, and I haven't inspired the hatred of fighting to the death, the key is that the food in my stomach is not digested, and I am still full.

After the start of the war, although the number of serfs was large, only the fighting in the inner circle was fierce. And they were strangers to each other, and many serfs were fighting among themselves. Whoever lets the other party stab himself with a stick is definitely the enemy.

There are even serfs who don't know the details, and they also shouted "kill Scher". They didn't know who Schelle was, and some people shouted themselves, so they shouted into the ranks of beast slaves. Fortunately, the number of beast slaves dropped sharply, and there were only about thirty left, and when they asked each other about the garden, they all understood. The farmer who was confused in it became a fool at the moment.

"Uncle Ai, you want a knife. The teams of the two sides separated, and as soon as everyone's formation slowed down, Ah Cha ran over. He hugged several bright steel knives and went to Uncle Ai to ask for credit. I don't know how he did it, but there was no injury all over his body, and the loot was not old or young.

"You keep one handful, and the rest is divided. With a wave of his long knife, Elmo pointed to the serfs around him and said, "Let's kill Sher together, and then we can go back to eating meat." ”

"Kill Sheer and eat meat!" Ah Cha was affirmed by Uncle Ai, and knew that there would be a meat reward after he went back, so he shouted excitedly at the moment.

"Kill Sheer and eat meat!" The beast slaves with a clear goal suddenly shouted in unison, and their whole momentum was lifted, as if they were besieging the serfs.

Several strong beast slaves, replaced with the long knives handed by Ah Cha, and they were also fierce, shouting at the serfs. We are beasts that eat meat, you are sheep and cattle that eat grass, and many of them are the ones who will die.

"Who is Sher?" a serf was frightened and quietly asked his companion.

"I don't know. Do you know?" Since these fierce men are looking for Sher, let them find them. We don't want to die, so we have enough to eat, and how good it is to bask in the sun.

"Schelle is the head. Someone vaguely knew, so he answered. Seeing the eyes staring around, he quickly added, "I don't know him." ”

"I know, over there!" the traitor always appears inside. Everyone turned around and looked at the back of a circle of people, in the safest place on the battlefield, several people held long whips in their hands and stood proud, like the thugs that everyone hated the most. And the black and thin Schelle actually held the civilized stick of the farmland steward in his hand!