The reason is actually quite simple.

Because, the bear got there.

The bear, who had lost his strength, did not know what kind of perseverance it took to get to the weakest point of the slaves' defense.

Although Xiong really couldn't stab a sword at this time, and he couldn't take a single step anymore, he was just half-squatting on the ground, one hand supporting the ground, and the other hand clutching the sword in his hand, and part of the sword body had also sunk into the ground slightly.

However, for the slaves, the bear's cunning was not just a warrior, but an ordinary person.

The bear is the core of leading the slaves' uprising, the hero in the hearts of the slaves, and the soul that all slaves yearn for and worship!

With this soul, the slaves will not give up, even if it is only one breath, and they will hold on to fighting to the last man.

The bear, on this stormy battlefield, stood and did not flinch at all.

This completely aroused the brave hearts of the slaves. Everyone is not born a bad seed. In everyone's heart, there is a brave heart.

Xiong's simple words stimulated the slaves' dreams of longing for freedom; the practice of poisoning small drugs burned the slaves' fighting spirit; and Xiong's burly and majestic figure gradually revealed the slaves' brave hearts.

Every slave, at this moment, seemed to be a god of war, brandishing the weapons in his hands, and bravely rushed towards the hired guards.

Perhaps, they may be greeted with death. Perhaps, what will greet them is a better tomorrow. No one can say for sure.

Since there is fighting, there will be casualties. Since there is life, there must be death. Since someone wins, someone must lose.

Many things are inevitable. Although the bear does not want to see a slave die, nor does he want to see everyone get hurt, there are still slaves who will die and slaves who will be injured.

The besieged hired guards were also a little powerless at this time, but in their hearts, there was also a desire to survive and live.

If they want to live, they must desperately use all their resources to kill or repel these attacking slaves.

But the high morale of the slaves is completely not afraid of death. A slave fell, and his blood stained the earth red. But as if he had not seen it, the slave in the back continued to rush forward, holding his weapon aloft and smashing it at the mercenary guard.

This is the will of the slaves.

The bear's red eyes are long gone. At this time, the bear has been lost to everyone. He smiled as he looked at the retreating mercenary guards, a hint of relief on his face.

"Finally, finally to win. "How the bear wishes to see the result.

However, the bear was too tired after all, and he fell asleep, just half-kneeling, with the Heavenly Sword in one hand, asleep, in this battlefield full of fighting and blood.

If someone finds a bear asleep, they will be quite surprised. You know, this is not a bedroom, it is not a guest room, this is a battlefield!

However, the bear is too tired, and after many efforts, many times of body overdraft, and many desperate outbursts, the bear's body has really reached the limit after breaking through the limit.

It can be said that this is actually very dangerous, because no one knows whether it will lead to the sudden death of the bear.

Fortunately, though, the bear's will is strong enough. The bear is always in my mind, as long as I still have a mission, as long as I still need to do something, I will never die, I will never die.

In fact, as the bear thought, he was still alive, albeit tired, hard, and laborious.

"Everyone rush this way, if we can't rush out this time, we will really be wiped out here!" a senior mercenary guard shouted at the hundred or so mercenary guards behind him, holding a long knife.

The next moment, the mercenary guards were like an organized army, attacking one place in unison.

They had already seen the bear half-kneeling, and knew that the bear could no longer move, so they rushed in the direction of the bear. In the eyes of the mercenary guards, the bears could no longer move, and now if they attacked the bear's direction and killed the bear, the slaves would begin to break up.

But just as they were halfway through, a man they didn't want to see appeared in front of them.

This person is Shao Yu.

Shao Yu held a long knife stained with blood in his hand. Blood was still dripping slowly from the hilt. Shao Yu had already killed an unknown number of people, but it was obvious that if he wanted to kill all these hired guards in front of him, it was not enough.

Therefore, Shao Yu didn't say much, he raised the long knife in his hand and rushed towards the hired guards.

Seeing that the extremely brave Shao Yu had already rushed in front, the slaves immediately followed behind Shao Yu and launched an attack on the hired guards, "Brothers, rush! Defeat these guards in front of you, and we will be able to regain our freedom!"

When the word freedom was heard again, all the slaves went mad again. They have been slaves for a long time, and they have long been far from freedom. When I hear the word freedom, it's like seeing a friend I haven't seen for a long time. It was the first time they felt that freedom was so close to them, that they could get it if they wanted to.

Of course, only if they need to defeat the hired guards in front of them.

But seeing that these mercenary guards in front of the slaves were already defeated. Many of the remaining hired guards are still resisting, although they have been injured.

After all, everyone has the right to live.

But on the battlefield, the only one who survives is the victorious side. This is a brutal war.

For these dead people, Poison Xiaoyao has no sympathy at all. Because dead people, in the eyes of poison medicine, it is perfectly normal, there has never been a slave revolt without dead people.

Of course, if there was no guò fighting, there would be no dead man, and the slaves would not have been able to be freed and reborn.

This is the hope that slaves should have. Poison Xiaoyao smiled, turned back to Red Aya, and whispered to Red Aya, "The bear is no longer good, bring him back." ”

"Why did you let me bring him back?" "Red Aya seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Poison Xiaoyao's actions, "You were in the battlefield just now, and in the process of coming back, you can easily bring him back." ”

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Poison Xiaoyao showed an elusive smile,