Song Ziyu gave an order, and more than a dozen people under him immediately began to work.

At this time!

The slaves, who had already been brave enough to be fat, followed all the way to the city gates, and were hesitating whether to leave.

When they heard Song Ziyu's words, the slaves fell into a tangle.

Do you want to stay and help?

Or just run away?

This is a problem.

Slaves had a choice to make.

After all!

Freedom is just around the corner!

As soon as they stepped out of the gates, the slaves would be able to achieve the freedom they had always dreamed of.

……

Unexpectedly, most of the slaves chose to stay and help after hearing that Song Ziyu had arranged for someone to set the fire!

The reason for this is probably that the slaves themselves know that if they do not destroy this sword fire city, the foundation of the slave catchers will not be destroyed.

Even if everyone escapes, I'm afraid it won't end well.

As the saying goes, you can't hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from fifteen.

Just because everyone can escape today doesn't mean they won't be arrested tomorrow.

Of course!

There are also those who are so enthusiastic about arson that they still hate the slave catchers.

No one is born a slave, and no one is born wanting to be a slave.

Becoming a slave was all about the forcible violence of the slave hunters.

This is a towering tree that grows from the seeds of hatred, and the sky pierces through it.

So!

Everyone will opt in!

With the addition of these slaves, the number of arson brigades skyrocketed in an instant!

And that's not all.

One slave also brought good news:

The slave had been drafted to do manual munitions handling, so he knew the exact location of the arsenal in Blade Fire City.

Hearing this, Song Ziyu trembled with excitement.

What about the arsenal.

That's a big deal.

Immediately, Song Ziyu led everyone towards the location of the arsenal.

Along the way, there were more slaves, and many people spontaneously joined the team.

It's time to show your eloquence.

Looking at the crowd around him, Song Ziyu climbed to a high place and shouted at the group of slaves: "No one is born a slave!" Those who enslave us must pay! ”

The slaves looked at Song Ziyu in a daze, and ripples gradually appeared in their backwater-like eyes.

"You guys! Is it a coward for quite a lifetime, or is it a real man...... Even if you're going to die in the next second? How do you choose? ”

Song Ziyu asked with a roar.

Is it to be a coward for life?

Or when a real man in five seconds?

Expressions gradually appeared on the faces of the slaves.

Once upon a time, slaves also had personalities, personalities, and tempers......

Once upon a time, everyone was human!

Not long since......

The blood in the hearts of slaves is awakened!

……

"What do you need us to do?"

Among the slaves, there were many people of insight, and a man with a shaved head and a delicate face walked up to Song Ziyu and introduced himself: "Zhang Song, the former deputy head of the Tornado Mercenary Regiment...... My people were attacked by the slave catchers while exploring the dark mountains, and the members died and the captives were captured, and I was at odds with the slave catchers! If there's a chance to get revenge on them, I'll have to count me in. ”

Someone took the lead, and immediately the remnants of this tornado mercenary group responded one after another, and Song Ziyu's momentum instantly became huge.

"And me!"

"Count me in."

"Me too!"

When the other slaves saw it, more than half of them said that they wanted to work with the crowd, and it was really a crowd of responders.

So with the help of a small group of people, the slaves looked at Song Ziyu with blank eyes, and waited for Song Ziyu to give the order.

Unconsciously, Song Ziyu became the backbone of this group of slaves.

Maybe.

Some people are born leaders.

When he stands in the crowd, every word he says is a good medicine that inspires people.

It's like when Adolf was able to incite hundreds of millions of people to become enemies of the world.

It is like a prairie fire.

……

Tears!

Seeing that the people's hearts are so available, Song Ziyu's heart is fierce.

In an instant, Song Ziyu's heart died and came back to life.

The years of burning passion, it, are back.

Song Ziyu came to the spirit, and the whole person seemed to be full of energy.

Song Ziyu knows that now is the time for him to show his strength.

Song Ziyu remembered the past when he commanded thousands of troops and horses in Longshan to rebuke Fang Xuan.

Immediately, Song Ziyu asked Zhang Song and Su Zhen to select several capable backbones.

Then, led by these backbones, a quick count of the slaves with combat experience was made...... In less than a few minutes, hundreds of volunteer "fighters" were selected.

Song Ziyu asked others to set fire to the city to create chaos to attract the enemy's attention, and he himself took "hundreds of elites" to the arsenal.

In order for everyone to form combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time, the seizure of arsenals is indispensable.

Everything went surprisingly well!

Although there were occasional resistors on the road, Song Ziyu took the lead, killing people and killing ghosts, and anyone who dared to resist was instantly drowned in the vast sea of slaves.

Soon, the procession arrived at the arsenal.

It's guarded here, too!

But nothing more than a dozen soldiers on duty.

This little person was completely defenseless, and he was completely blind in front of hundreds of big men.

They may never have dreamed that someone would dare to rebel!

Are these slaves crazy?

With this question, the guards were sent directly to hell.

Everyone successfully opened the arsenal and saw a large number of weapons and equipment...... Song Ziyu immediately ordered a change of clothes!

Armed with these weapons and equipment, the slaves were reborn.

From now on!

Whoever wants to reason with himself has to ask everyone if the gun in their hands agrees!

……

The entire Blade Fire City is in chaos!

Raise fire to the sky.

Everywhere there was a scene of burning fires, and the smoke and flames stained the city orange.

By this time, the slaves had taken control of the gates and the city's key crossings, and had killed all the few people in the city who dared to resist.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

There were not many defenders in the city, and they were in the midst of retreat.

Song Ziyu calmly dispatched troops, dismembered, divided and surrounded the enemy with absolute superiority, and then wiped them out.

At this time, another slave came to Song Ziyu with dozens of people to report: "We have surrounded the City Lord's Mansion, and there is a strong resistance there!" ”

Song Ziyu was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't expect that these slaves had a strong ability to exert their subjective initiative, and they didn't have time to manage a mess of the city lord's mansion, so the slaves spontaneously surrounded them.

Song Ziyu doesn't know!

The slaves in the slave camp have long been squeezed to the extreme, like a spring that is too tight, suffering from no chance to resist, and now that they have finally found an opportunity, the degree of revenge is not something Song Ziyu can imagine.

When Song Ziyu led a large army to the vicinity of the City Lord's Mansion, the offensive and defensive battles had been fought for a long time.

It was Zhang Song and the remnants of the Tornado Mercenary Regiment who commanded the battle.

This mercenary army fought very well, relying on houses and buildings outside the city lord's mansion, and set up multiple crossfire points, beating the defenders of the city lord's mansion to a miserable level.

When Song Ziyu came to the scene, he saw that the corpses of the dead defenders were all over the ground.

"The defenders of Blade Fire City have all retreated to the City Lord's Mansion if they are not dead." Zhang Song stepped forward to negotiate with Song Ziyu, his face was sad.

"What are you worried about?" Song Ziyu saw Zhang Song's uneasiness at a glance, so he asked.

"The number of people is wrong!" Zhang Song said: "The number of defenders of the slave catchers cannot be only these, and their main force does not seem to be in the city. ”

Song Ziyu said: "I can't control so much now, the top priority is to take down the City Lord's Mansion and kill all the enemies." ”

"That's right! Regardless of what fate we face next, at least we have the initiative now. Zhang Song nodded.

And so, the fierce battle began!

……

Facing the castle lord's mansion in the high-walled compound, the slaves roared up the wall from all directions, trying to climb over and enter the city.

A few meters high walls were not enough to stop the hateful and fanatical footsteps of the slaves, many of whom successfully climbed the courtyard wall with the help of various tools.

However, the defenses on the courtyard walls were very strong.

Ninety percent of the surviving enemies in the entire Blade Fire City retreated to the City Lord's Mansion, which directly caused the City Lord's Mansion to have an unprecedentedly strong defense.

Of course, the remnants of the slave hunting team knew what would happen if they were captured by the slaves, so after retreating into the city lord's mansion, everyone resisted with their lives, lest they be left behind.

One direct consequence of this resistance was that all the slaves who dared to climb over the courtyard wall and enter the city lord's mansion were not spared.

When these slaves entered the courtyard wall, they were immediately killed!

The screams were incessant, terrifying in the darkness of the night, like a life-urging charm.

After a long time, the fanatical slaves did not dare to rush into the city lord's mansion in a reckless manner.

This is no different from giving away people's heads, and fools don't dare to do it all the time.

At this stalemate, Song Ziyu gave the order: "Someone, where is the second battalion commander?" Go and bring me the Italian guns in the arsenal, I'm going to fuck them!" ”

Hearing Song Ziyu's inexplicable roar, Su Zhen, who was standing beside Song Ziyu, was stunned: "What cannon?" ”

Song Ziyu picked her head a little embarrassed, and she made her own strings, but unfortunately everyone couldn't dream of linking.

Zhang Song, who was born as a mercenary, has a much more flexible head than Su Zhen.

The handsome-faced man beckoned to his subordinates and said, "It doesn't matter what kind of cannon he can, as long as he can use it, I will arrange for someone to pull it up." ”

Soon!

A large-caliber mountain cannon was dragged up.

Song Ziyu glanced at the muzzle of the cannon.

Boy!

A cannon of one hundred and five millimeter caliber, the weight of the shell alone is close to thirty catties!

What the hell is this fucking shot......

Song Ziyu didn't dare to think about it!

Zhang Song had mercenaries under him who were gunners, and after some calibration, the muzzle of the gun was laid flat, and then loaded and fired.

But listen to a loud bang!

The earth shakes and the mountains shake!

The gate of the City Lord's Mansion and the surrounding walls of dozens of meters were all directly destroyed by cannonballs.

Seeing this scene, there was no need for Song Ziyu to greet them, and the slaves rushed into the city lord's mansion with guns and cannons.

Revenge, today!