Fifteen hundred slaves, eighty commoners, a total of 1,850 men, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, and a very small number of stubborn people who would rather continue to be humiliated and maintain their lowly status than erect a god of faith in their hearts, Zhang Lisheng obtained 1,170 not so devout religious warriors in just a few days.

The reason for such a high conscription ratio is that the old and sick are very scarce among the Roman slaves, and the high-intensity labor and lack of nutritious diet make these poor people die quickly and miserably once they are injured, sick or old and weak, and the living slaves are generally considered healthy.

And at this moment, in front of a hollow pillar standing on the mountain in the Red Shrimp River Valley, a healthy Roman serf with a tall but thin body, and the ribs on his chest can be counted, are wearing freshly washed linen clothes, and their eyes are afraid but there is a certain eagerness to line up in a long line, and they walk into the corner pillars one by one.

Whenever someone entered the corner pillar, a faint milky white light would light up on the glossy outer shell of the giant pillar, and at the same time, countless drops of heavy black grease would be secreted from the uneven hollow inner wall of the corner pillar, dripping on the serfs standing in the giant pillar, enveloping their entire bodies in just twenty or thirty seconds.

After a while, when the protein oil that clinged to the skin of the slaves and wriggled to shape the body of the leopard-headed human body solidified, a prototype of a warrior with great force appeared on the land of Mount Silley.

"My lord, although these Romans are generally malnourished, their health is incredibly good, especially the tolerance that can barely afford the 'God-given Shell' of the regular army of 'Wu Li'. It's incomprehensible.

With such conditions, a little training for three or two months, replenishing enough meat, a strong army is simply at your fingertips. From the top of the mountain, overlooking a qiē in the valley, a tall old man dressed in a black animal skin robe, dressed as a Roman wise man, stood behind the god Wu Li and said excitedly.

"Azmuk, you can't understand the endurance of these Roman slaves because you've never experienced the taste of true despair. Zhang Lisheng, who was also dressed in a black robe, shook his head with a smile. "It's a pity we don't have two or three months to spend on training," he said. They can only learn how to fight in war.

By the way, are the spies back?"

"It's back, my lord," replied the tall old man standing behind the god Wu Li, respectfully, "according to the information brought back by the spies. Now all the regular armies of the Tattut Command have been gathered in the Middle Enite Plain.

The Viscount of Tattdu occupies the position of lord. There is also the righteousness of 'revenge'. He has regained the leadership of the army, but Sir Hostan has a great merit in capturing the 'Middle Enit', and he is not without the strength to struggle. At the very least, the original Northern Tatdu Defense Army is still loyal to his side. ”

"In this way, the situation in 'Tatdu' is really tense and delicate now," Zhang Lisheng showed a strange smile on his face, "In this case, it seems that no matter what we do in the remote Xilei Mountain, it is unlikely to attract the attention of the nobles of 'Tatdu'." ”

"Yes, my lord, although Mount Thire is not the hinterland of Tatdu, the neighboring Viscount of Vodolph has been allied with the Tatdu family for more than two hundred years, and the two families are mixed blood, and they even have the right to inherit the territory of each other, and the border between the two territories has not been defended by regular troops for nearly a hundred years.

At this critical moment in the struggle for lordship's rights, neither Viscount Tattdu nor Sir Hostan could have paid attention here, and even the Hills of Sidoton could not be in their eyes at this moment. The tall old man respectfully affirmed.

"In this case, let's 'light the hay' in these two places first, as long as there is enough material and magical support for 970,000 slaves and 260,000 civilians, we can probably form the largest army in the eyes of the Romans, 50,000 troops.

With these forces, it shouldn't be a problem to sweep through the seven nearby 'Grand Jazz Lords'. Zhang Lisheng muttered thoughtfully, and before the words fell, a warrior riding a green-winged giant bird flew from the bottom of the valley in the distance, landed beside the god Wu Li, jumped off his mount, bowed deeply, and said, "My lord, Lord Senaron of the Black Tower Manor has arrived. ”

"Have the Roman nobles and warrior chieftains of Mount Xilei come to the banquet," Zhang Lisheng looked up at the sun that had risen overhead, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The time is indeed almost up."

Assam, send an order to Carthage to select fifty of the best fighting men from the first batch of Romanese slaves to kill our guests. ”

"Yes, sir. The warrior replied, turned over and jumped on his mount, and flew back into the valley, where in a few minutes there was a faint sound of howls and curses from the bottom.

Standing silently on the top of the mountain watching the betrayal and killing unfold in front of him, it was not until the last visiting Roman warrior fell in a pool of blood at sunset that Zhang Lisheng summoned a hurricane, wrapped his body, and quietly descended into a forest in the valley that clinged to the mountain wall.

Walking out of the forest, looking at the Roman slaves and commoners who had witnessed their comrades fighting head-on and hunting the noble knights and warrior leaders, flashing with shock, longing, hideousness and other complex emotions, Zhang Lisheng strolled closer, and heard the familiar roar of Carthage in his ears, "Look, this is what you used to look up to;

The Tatdu warrior leader who can deprive you of your property and even your life at will.

After believing in the great 'Wuli God' and receiving the power of His Majesty's blessings, after only three or four days of practicing his fighting skills, some of your most devout believers can join forces to hunt and take his life.

From today onwards, the days when ten Romance warriors could kill hundreds of slaves and civilians unscathed is over!

Under the protection of the great 'Wuli God', I, Carthage, will be ordered by the Viscount of Tattto to liberate all slaves and commoners who believe in the true God, and crusade against the rebellious Hostan's henchmen.

At this moment, in front of the gods, you are no longer lowly people, but like me, noble warriors of the grace of the gods, let us now respond to the deep grace of the gods with iron and blood, and harvest more faith for him, I order, the battle for Mount Siree begins here, and I will die if I cannot wait!"

"If you don't win, you die, if you don't win, you die" Under the instigation of the fake Roman famous warriors, they initially converted to the Wuli faith, and not long ago, they defeated and killed dozens of Roman Sir and samurai leaders with their own hands.

And with their crazy roar, the miracle of the battle just now appeared again, and I saw the wet earth under their feet constantly churning, climbing up along their bodies, constantly filling the wounds of various sizes and the broken god-given shells, and after a while, the fifty slaves, who had not known that they should have been seriously injured and killed several times, became undamaged again.

"Divine grace is great, if you don't win, you will die" In just half a day, witnessing miracles happen again and again, even the most cowardly slaves gradually gained confidence and shouted hesitantly.

The situation seemed to be good, but Zhang Lisheng knew that for the vast majority of slave-turned-warriors, this limited confidence would likely be evaporated by a fiasco.

However, more than 1,000 slave warriors equipped with 'God-given shells' and received simple training, with the most elite Wuli barbarian warriors as grassroots officers, only a dozen Romance warriors attacked the garrison, and they also lost the manor and town commanded by the leader, no matter how weak their combat skills and consciousness were, they would never fail.

And every time they occupy an enemy territory, they can liberate hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of slaves, and absorb them as new comrades-in-arms, so that after snowballing, the final victory can almost be said to be inevitable.

The situation of the subsequent battle was almost exactly the same as that of the god Wu Li, with an area of only 3,000 square kilometers, a total of 157 manors and 79 small towns in the Sierra Mountains, under the tactics of Carthage's early heavy encirclement and suppression, and later division of troops to attack, but they were all wiped out after holding out for two days and three nights.

At dawn on the third day, when he had just crossed the world barrier, he used the 'leather world' to transport hundreds of middle and high-level sacrifices from the Wuli world again;

Thousands of elite warriors on the rocky plateau, Zhang Lisheng, who used to organize the army of Roman slaves, rode a bipedal wyvern, faced the faint mist in the air, and landed in the central square of Yabre, the only mountain city in Tatt Territory, the entire Siret mountain range was completely shrouded in the light of his faith.

In the morning sun, those who ran on the stone platform had completed the transformation from slaves to soldiers in a few days, and their spirits fell into an inexplicable euphoria, their eyes were already red and bloodshot, but they still looked like Roman warriors, and most of them did not know who this short black-haired young man who fell on the flying dragon was.

He only cared about the bloody order that the herald had just issued, "Lord Carthage has ordered that these rebels who refuse to convert to the true god be executed, and their property will be rewarded to the bravest warriors in battle!", but several of the highest-ranking Wuli priests around them, pretending to be Roman wise men, hurriedly greeted them and saluted respectfully: "You are here, my lord. ”

Zhang Lisheng jumped off the mount, smiled silently at the bent waist beside him, and ordered without nonsense, "If you have anything to say in the city hall." Walking towards the fortress made of boulders in the distance.

"Yes, sir. The Wuli priests responded in unison, and walked forward behind the believers in their hearts, when they saw a group of Roman slave warriors dressed in leopard-headed human 'god-given shells', armed with spears and pushing hundreds of Tatdu warriors, out of the town hall. (To be continued......)

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