Bang~!

This is the sound of a whip hitting a person's skin.

A good slave trader's whip should be loud enough to make people extremely painful and can also make a deterrent force accompanied by screams, but at the same time it can also ensure that these goods will not be injured.

A slave with injuries is not a good slave, which will confuse the master, and his confusion is definitely not a good thing for these slave traders holding whips.

"Go away! If you can't enter the City of Glory before dark, you damn slaves, don't even want to eat a little bread!" The leader of the slave traders was a slave merchant riding on a strong gray war horse with a big belly.

The businessman was wearing a robe made of silk and a cloth cap. He had no whip in his hand, but there was a short sword for decoration hanging on his waist.

His eyes are very small, and the fat on his face makes it almost difficult to tell where his eyes were born? However, this seemingly kind fat man is a nightmare for all the slaves in the caravan.

With just one sentence, a slave can be cooked on the spot! If the fat man is happy, of course, he can also bring the young girl among the slaves into the tent to serve her delicious food and wine. However, generally speaking, such a girl will be peeled off in the morning and made into a beautiful specimen that will always keep her youthfulness.

It is said that this is also the reason why this businessman was able to grow and grow to this point. He is a civilian, but many nobles like these beautiful collections he made himself.

Even there are rumors that even the orcs' nobles favored the fat businessman's skills.

"Master, there is something wrong in front!" A slave trader who pleased the fat businessman ran over from the front and said to the slave trader.

"Huh?" the slave merchant frowned: "This is the territory of the City of Glory! The Rhodes' residence city! What will happen?"

"Little man...Little man saw a blood-stained soldier blocking the road." The slave soldier whispered.

"Soldier?" The slave merchant was shocked and muttered to himself: "I haven't heard of war breaking out here. The recent Aksai riot is two or three hundred kilometers away from here. Those damn refugees shouldn't have wandered over."

"Let's go and have a look." The slave merchant hesitated and added: "Call the people above and below! Bring the weapons."

"I understand." The slave trader nodded.

Under their shouts, the slave soldiers were all equipped with weapons.

Soon, the group of people saw the soldier.

Zhang Hao, covered in blood, was wearing a complete set of broken legion infantry armor.

To be honest, looking at its equipment, it is easy to remind people of Zhang Hao as a regular legion infantry. After all, look at these slave soldiers, wearing civilian clothes, with only a few short knives in their hands, and some people were holding wooden guns. The Noah Kingdom lacked iron, or the people lacked iron tools, and weapons on the black market have always been quite expensive.

On the other hand, Zhang Hao was all from the best leather armor that only regular elite infantrymen had. Many key areas were also inlaid with iron sheets of protection, and the square shield and its armor were painted with ancient and mysterious golden patterns. It gave the slave merchant a feeling at first glance!

"Hey! This guy must come from an ancient legion with a profound history! And he must be the elite soldier among them, otherwise he would not be treated like this!"

"Go! Ask him what's wrong." The slave merchant instructed the two slave soldiers to go up.

"I am from Rhodes' Shield! I am the centurion of the Eighth Legion of the Kingdom of Noah!" Zhang Hao said to the slave soldiers who came without blushing without blushing.

"Rod's Shield!" The slave merchant heard this title and immediately said in surprise: "This is the garrison army in the City of Glory. How could such a big man be left here?"

Thinking of holding his thighs and showing favor to the Rhodes family, he saw that the other party was only one, and no longer hesitated, he led his subordinates and walked over.

"Oh, it turns out that it is still an officer of Rhodes' Shield. I am the slave merchant Weir. The head of the family was once a knight in the Rhodes' family."

It was a bit embarrassing to say that the Taoist master was just a knight. After all, if the man in front of him was really a centurion, either first of all, he was a noble himself, or he had a nobleman who had at least had to be the Viscount as his backing. Only then could he take the position of the Centurion of Rhodes' Shield.

After all, Rhodes' Shield has long been a well-known private legion of the Rhodes' family!

After learning that the fat businessman in front of him was the leader of the slave caravan of a large size in front of him.

Zhang Hao looked up slightly, looked at the slave merchant Weir, and suddenly laughed!

This smile made Vir slightly stunned, but immediately, he realized something was wrong!

A Youneng Arrow from Li Lingyu shot from the grass in the distance with a whistle, hitting the middle of the slave merchant's eyebrows.

Before there was enough time to scream, the slave merchant fell off the war horse.

The other slave soldiers were stunned. They had no idea that their master was dead in front of them.

Without saying a word, Zhang Hao hit a shield and hit a person, then stabbed out a short sword, and stabbed the person in front of him several times in the abdomen, causing his blood to flow. His shouts before his death finally woke the other slave soldiers up.

But at this time, the chosen ones also came from the grass with the team members.

The famous slave soldier reacted in time and raised his short knife and wanted to slash Zhang Hao. Unexpectedly, Li Lingyu's bow and arrow were faster, but he just shot an arrow into his left eye. The arrow came out of his skull. The slave soldier was immediately lost.

Feng Wumeng rushed into the enemy formation with a scimitar in his hand. With the powerful explosion brought by his mind, his figure was like a ghost, and he killed two people in an instant.

Holding the blood-stained scimitar and stepping on the corpse of the slave merchant, Feng Wumeng quickly cut off the slave merchant's head, then held him high and roared: "You all have no masters!"

"According to the laws of the Kingdom of Noah, you will lose the slave guard of your master and hang it!"

"You have lost everything now, and no nobles are willing to trample on the majesty of the law for you! Whether left or right! You are all left with one way to die!"

The slave soldiers squeezed together, and they were shocked by the bloody aura of Feng Wumeng's body, and were shaken by the leader in Feng Wumeng's hand. Coupled with the blood on the corpse under his feet, the slave soldiers felt that this man was invincible! His words should not be disobeyed!

"Follow us!" Feng Wumeng said loudly: "Only with us! You have the chance to survive and have the chance to drink and eat meat with big sluts!"

"We will be your new masters! Follow us! You will have the opportunity to become new nobles!"

"Become... a noble master?" A slave soldier drooled, but an old slave soldier asked in a low voice: "How is this possible? All nobles must be recognized by His Majesty himself. Where can we do this?"

"Is there any kind of king, prince, general, and minister?" Feng Wumeng raised the scimitar, and the blood on the knife was shocking!

"Your Majesty does not agree, so let us replace it with swords and swords!"

"Oh my God, isn't this a rebellion?" a slave soldier exclaimed.

"So what?" The old slave soldier was still the one who helped Feng Wumeng speak: "Is it a rebellion to die, or not to be a rebellion! It's all dead, so it's better to follow the new master to have a great future!"

"Not bad! Not bad!" The slave soldiers felt it was reasonable when they heard this. In addition, the old slave soldiers were usually very prestigious, so everyone raised their weapons and agreed.

Of course, in fact, in their hearts, they actually have the idea of ​​not being able to live a life better than to die, and earn a day more.

Lin Tian saw everything going well through the vision of the God-Selected One, and couldn't help but feel a little happy. If he succeeded this time, he would get a lot of free manpower! Therefore, he couldn't help but look at the old slave soldier who saved him a lot of effort. This man was bald and a little thin, but he was the best equipped among these slave soldiers, and he had a rare set of neat and clean cloth armor on his body, and a short gun with an iron spearhead on his hand.

The slave soldier saw Feng Wumeng's gaze and immediately lowered his head to please him: "The villain Hanmo is the head of this group of people. It has been more than twenty years since he became a slave on the battlefield."

"Have you been to the battlefield?" Feng Wumeng asked curiously when she heard this.

The old slave nodded slightly: "I am a subordinate of Count Huss, the kingdom of Noah, but later Count Huss was sent by Duke Rhodes to attack him because he violated Duke Rhodes. I was lucky enough to survive, but I also became a slave."

"Where is your family." This is what Lin Tian cares about, so Feng Wumeng asked, if his family was elsewhere, the loyalty of the slave would probably have to be discounted.

"I'm dead long ago." The old slave smiled bitterly: "In order to apologize, Earl Hus sent thousands of servants over there. In order to establish his authority, the commander of the Rhodes army ordered all the servants to be hung... My family is also among them."

"It's really a dark era where human life is not regarded as human life." Feng Wumeng sighed secretly when he heard this, and said to the old slave: "Okay, follow us. After stabilizing, we will let you have a new home."

"Humans are all at this time, and they are still killing each other!" Feng Wumeng sighed a little.

"Hehe, thank you, kind master." The old slave lowered his head and responded. As for Feng Wumeng's words, he thought it could not be heard.

"I know you don't believe it!" Feng Wumeng walked towards the old slave and said excitedly: "But I will prove it to you, to you! This is my promise to you, and it will definitely come true one by one!"

Today, it was absolutely a wonderful day for these slaves. In just one hour, they changed their masters. When the chosen ones rushed into the slave caravan with the head of the slave merchant surrounded by a group of slave soldiers, the remaining slave soldiers quickly obeyed the authority of the new master.

And those hundreds of slaves had no objection and could not have changed their masters.

"Select all the men above 1.4 meters tall! Let them become one of us." Zhang Hao issued the first order to the slaves, and the slave soldiers immediately became busy.

The slave merchant Weir is blessed. The quality of these slaves is very high. Among the more than 300 slaves, there are 200 people who meet Yunxuan's requirements, and the rest are girls or too young boys.

Including the original 50 slave soldiers, Zhang Hao now has almost more than 300 people.

Zhang Hao asked all the slave soldiers to arrange them, and used the method of veterans to control the new soldiers, so that these slaves could execute some of their simple orders.

Of course, there were slaves who wanted to escape, but Li Lingyu and her archer team were not jealous. After killing two people in a row, they made the others wisely choose to be obedient.

"I know you are all afraid, afraid, and worried about the future." Zhang Hao asked the group of slaves to concentrate in front of him. He ran his mind and increased his voice, looking at the group of slave soldiers, riding on the war horses and shouting condescendingly at the panicked slave soldiers according to Lin Tian's wishes.

"But we can also become masters of the world! Become aristocrats rather than untouchables!"

"The ancestors of Noah's Kingdom did it! They were just a group of cowherds and shepherds before!" Zhang Hao didn't know the specific history of this country, but there were slaves in front of him. How could they touch them? Naturally, they would say it. However, as soon as this sentence was released, the effect was significant. When the slave soldiers heard this narrative like a fantasy, they instinctively chose to believe it! Look, slaves and untouchables can succeed!

They can also become noble masters!

So the slave soldiers calmed down and looked at Zhang Hao, one of the masters who brought them hope.

"The ancestors of Noah's Kingdom, they were invincible and led an army composed of the same untouchables to establish a huge imperial foundation! The whole world is almost possessed by them! However... they are corrupt and degenerate." Zhang Hao said in a heavy tone.

"Then the empire became a kingdom, and humans were defeated by the orcs, and they could only pray for the blessing of the illusory gods, but we, the people living in this country, became more and more miserable."

"We cannot eat enough and wear warm clothes. In the eyes of those decaying nobles, even cattle and sheep are worse than those decaying nobles!" Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, as if he was a member of the poor, and then raised his fists: "I believe that everyone in front of me, your ancestors must have been brave warriors who participated in the great holy war. Seeing the miserable situation of Noah at this time, I believe! They must be crying!--If the dead would cry."

"We..." Except for a very small number of slaves present, which ancestor was not a civilian? They would naturally remind them of their ancestors that they might have been a great warrior, and Lin Tian asked Zhang Hao to use this simple and effective psychological hint to affirm their thoughts.

"I believe that the God of Destiny will not abandon the Kingdom of Noah! Therefore, he chose me and you, let us unite again, use our swords and swords to bring new order to this country, and rebuild new hope for this world! Let us! Restore the glory of our ancestors and become nobles!"

"Descendants of heroes!" Zhang Hao raised his long sword, and the Paladin's inheritance made him bathe in the holy light, holy and majestic as a god of war: "You are willing to join us! Become a member of the Gods' Chosen Army!"

"See you to die!" The old slave was the first to raise the short gun in his hand and shouted a slogan.

"See you to die~~~!" The other slaves were also excited. No one had ever told them such words. They knew that they had a bright future for the first time, and they were excited, but they had no words to express their feelings. As soon as the old slave spoke, they immediately made the slaves shout together.

Looking at the group of passionate soldiers, although they were cowardly, although most of them were malnourished, and most of them might have just taken agricultural tools for the rest of their lives! But through Zhang Hao's vision, Lin Tian still saw his future from these people!

That is the magnificent future of reaching the peak of the world! Becoming the creator of this new world order!

After the victory, the Selected Squad began to clean up the legacy left by the fat businessman.

"After the counting, the caravan has only 1,300 gold coins in total, and there are twelve carriages containing cloth and grain." Feng Wumeng walked to Zhang Hao and whispered to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao nodded slightly, put all the gold coins stored in his pocket, and then said, "Tell them to make a full meal so that everyone can open it and have a good meal! Including those who choose the rest."

"I understand!" Feng Wumeng nodded slightly, and the old slave on one side was first surprised that the new master would be so generous, and then nodded silently, secretly guessing that the new master was a master who knew to cherish his soldiers, and knew that in addition to spiritual encouragement, material aspects were also indispensable or lacking.

Zhang Hao thought about it and asked Lin Tian about his next plan.
Chapter completed!