Back to Ming Dynasty with Industrial Revolution System

Chapter 136
As night fell, Hetuala was enveloped in darkness.The Jurchen nobles fell asleep satisfied after the wine pool and meat forest.In their eyes, their slaves have long lost their blood, and are as docile as livestock.It's just that what they don't know is that even domesticated animals sometimes go crazy.

On the rough streets of Hetuala, it is rare to see two or three patrolling soldiers passing by, with a strong smell of alcohol in their breath.There has been no battle in Hetuala for a long time, making the soldiers who used to be as sharp as hounds become negligent.

"Who is it?" A patrolling golden soldier turned his head sideways and looked into an alley. He seemed to have seen a dark shadow in a daze just now.

He felt that the lantern was shining into the alley, but the inside was empty.

"Meng Tuye, what are you doing?" Another Jin Bing, who was his partner, asked drunkenly.

"Strange, I clearly saw a black shadow sneaking into here, why is there no one?"

"I think you drank too much, haha, Mentuye, you can't drink enough."

When the two golden soldiers were chatting unsteadily, two big hands appeared in the night behind them, covering the mouths of the two golden soldiers!

Woo... The two golden soldiers stared wide-eyed in horror in their drunkenness, and wanted to scream out, but their mouths were tightly covered, and they could only make a slight struggling sound.

click.The sound of a broken neck.The two golden soldiers fell limply to the ground.

"Quickly, drag them into the alley." Several people in the dark hurriedly dragged the two golden soldiers into the alley, and then unloaded their weapons and armor.

Hunts like this happened several times this night.

Then, at some point, several noble houses in the city of Hetuala caught fire!

The raging fire broke the tranquility of the night and plunged the city of Hetuala into chaos!

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" The Jurchen nobles who were awakened by the fire yelled in panic, "Come and put out the fire!"

The fat Jurchen nobleman, sweating profusely because of his bewilderment, blindly yelled at his burning house in the courtyard.

It happened that he saw his slave coming, so he ordered: "You slave, get water to put out this fire, or I will teach you how to taste the whip!"

The slave of this Jurchen noble is Wang Dalang.

Hearing the order of the Jurchen nobles, Wang Dalang couldn't help grinning, and walked towards the Jurchen nobles step by step under the reflection of the sea of ​​fire.

"Slave, what do you want to do to your master?" Seeing Wang Dalang's ferocious face under the firelight, the Jurchen nobleman was so frightened that his skin got goosebumps, and he took a small step back nervously.

"I'm a cheap slave? You are cheap, your whole family is a cheap slave!" Wang Dalang quickly took a big step forward, and the dagger pierced the chest of the Jurchen nobleman.

"You continue to scold me, you continue to whip me, you continue to be domineering..." Wang Dalang hugged the Jurchen nobleman fiercely, and stabbed him with a knife, bringing out strange blood.

Inside Hetuala, there was chaos.The soldiers on patrol were killed, the city was ablaze, and there were countless vendettas hidden in it.

"Down with the Jurchen nobles, no longer be the Jurchen slaves, and those who are willing to resist will fight with us to the death!"

"Our Daming army has arrived in Shengjing, and the Jin people will soon destroy themselves. Don't be afraid of them anymore!"

"Hetuala's defenders have left here, and now is a good time to resist the Jurchen nobles. For freedom, we will fight bloody battles!"

"Anything for an eye, an eye for an eye!"

In the chaos and darkness, the Ming army prisoners who were captured as slaves in the Battle of Sarhu and other battles formed a new force, constantly gathering other slaves in the city to join in!These slaves are not only prisoners of war of the Ming army, but also the people of Ming Dynasty, Mongols, Koreans, and even Dongying people who were sold!

Maybe what motivates them is the desire for freedom, maybe they just want to return the atrocities committed by the Jurchen nobles a hundred times, a thousand times!
"What do you want to do? Don't come, don't come..." The Jurchen nobles who were caught in the chaos were surrounded by angry slaves.In the darkness, he could see the red, angry eyes of the slaves.

"No!" The Jurchen noble screamed terribly.

Hetuala, regarded as the land of dragon prosperity, has become a hell on earth.Not only the Jurchen nobles, but ordinary Jurchen commoners were also affected.The suppressed anger of the slaves finally erupted. To let the whole city be buried with them, there is no such thing as rationality at all!
Niu Luerzhen, the only one left behind by Zhengbaiqi, was awakened by his subordinates, and when he learned that the whole city was in chaos, his eyes turned red immediately.No matter how things are handled today, he will be held accountable for his negligence just because of the slave riot!
"Go and suppress this group of rioters! These slaves are so lawless, they will all be beheaded if caught!" Niu Luerzhen led more than 100 barely gathered soldiers to the area where the riots were most intense to suppress the rioters, and some Soldiers guard the city gates.

However, Niu Luerzhen still underestimated the danger of slave riots.When he led his troops to suppress, he could kill dozens of slaves at first.However, more and more slaves of various races rose upon hearing the news. Under the command of the Ming army prisoners of war, they even began to find the rhythm of the battle, and consciously surrounded the golden soldiers!
Many of the captives in the city of Hetuala were soldiers captured during the attack by Hou Jin and other tribes. They were no strangers to fighting. Even after many years, the fighting consciousness fused into their blood has not faded much!If the other two Niulu hadn't withdrawn, they might have been easily suppressed, but now Hetuala has less than one Niulu's strength!

"Give the bows and arrows to Mongolian friends, they are natural marksmen! Don't be afraid, rely on the terrain to surround them! We have more people than them, so there is no need to be afraid of them!" Wang Dalang had the greatest influence among the Ming army's prisoners of war. This kind of influence gradually spread to the entire slave group of Hetuala. He simply smashed the can, and even if he failed, he would eat this golden army!

"Old Sun, take some people to copy the homes of the Jurchen nobles, and control them before they react!" Wang Dalang sent a small team for his comrades to control the murdered Jurchen nobles.

"My lord, there are more and more slaves around us, and we are surrounded!" Jin Bing found out in a panic that his own side, which was supposed to suppress the rioting slaves, had made dumplings instead!

"Damn it! I didn't even bring many bows and arrows because I was too anxious!" Niu Lue, who guarded Hetuala, gritted his teeth, fighting like this, what kind of thing is this, "Form an army formation, attack their formation, and kill them!"

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