On the Seven Towers

In another slave camp, more than 20 disheveled men were pressed to the open space in the middle of the camp. Each of them was handcuffed by two people and knelt on the ground. Behind them, there were a dozen men holding long knives.

These people were crying, trembling, or shouting. But the hundreds of men and women behind Xiao Chen were silent, just watching them nervously and silently.

Since Xiao Chen had the advantage in numbers, he no longer pretended to be a slave, but announced his identity as a magician, claiming that he would be the leader of these people and would lead them out of the camp. Since he was the leader, he naturally had to follow the rules. The one kneeling in front of him was the idiot who bumped into his gun.

Roger stood beside Xiao Chen and pronounced the verdict loudly: "Five of these people robbed property and killed others, four raped people, and three set fire to the house and burned several people to death. This violated the rules of Master Xiao Chen, so all of them were executed."

The kneeling people suddenly burst into tears and shouting for injustice, but Roger waved his hand without giving them a chance to defend themselves.

With his actions, more than ten steel knives fell, blood splattered, and half of the kneeling people lost their heads. The others kneeling beside them committed relatively minor crimes and were dragged here to be tied up. Xiao Chen did not have time to punish these people one by one, so he used this kind of mental punishment that has existed since ancient times, plus a whip.

Kneeling on the execution ground waiting for the verdict, not knowing whether you are the one to be executed, feeling the wind of the knife blowing in your face, watching the head fall to the ground so close, and your knees soaked in blood, is definitely a psychological challenge. Most of those who escaped were scared and cried loudly, like crazy, and even had feces and urine flowing.

This scene also shocked the others in the field. Many people lowered their heads and talked, looking at Xiao Chen and Roger with awe.

The knifeman retreated, and more than a dozen strong men with whips ran up again, and the crackling sound of whips entering flesh and the screams of ghosts and wolves were heard everywhere.

"Sir, is it almost done? A lot of people have been killed today." Roger asked in a low voice.

"Do you think I killed too many people? Too harsh?" Xiao Chen asked back.

"No, these people have no discipline to begin with, and once they are out of the cage, they have even less care. If we can't deter them, we can't crush them into a ball. But... those who kill and set fires can be chopped off. But isn't it too harsh to kill people because of women? Along the way, more than half of the people were executed because of women. We killed many more masters than we subdued, and many of them were fighting spirit and bloodline warriors, who could be good officers even in the imperial army."

"Who said these masters are the leaders of the team? We severely punish the main culprits, so naturally we can't let them go. Seeing you look distressed , I guess your army has no taboos on these things? "

Roger said sincerely: "The army only asks soldiers to fight bravely, and they don't care about so many things. And many times, if the soldiers are not promised to vent after winning, the war cannot be fought. Even... even my subordinates have also done this in the enemy country. "

Seeing Xiao Chen's face tense, Roger explained: "As far as I know, all armies are like this. The elites directly under the empire and the kingdom are better, but if it is the lords' own team, it will be even worse. "

"It's really an army in the feudal era." Xiao Chen sighed.

"Feudal era? What did you say?"

"Don't worry about it. What I want to say is that there are indeed armies that are not like this. An army with clear goals and strict discipline is more combat-effective than an army that relies on instinct and desire. I have a charter here, you come and listen to it. "Xiao Chen simply told Roger about the "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention".

Roger was surprised. These items seemed simple, just asking you to be a good and obedient person, but as a former soldier, he knew how difficult it was to do so. At least, he didn't know where to find such soldiers. Could this be an army composed of sages?

"Haha, sages? No. This is an army composed of ordinary farmers. Many of them may not have the same origin and education as some of us."

"Is this possible? How strict must the army be..., you did that today. Are you going to use these people to form such a team?"

"Why not? I believe that if there is such an army, the world will become a better place." Xiao Chen remembered the PLA soldiers who bravely rushed forward and rushed to the front line in the face of many disasters. As a reporter, he once stood among them and saw with his own eyes that when the disaster relief was evacuated, the aunt threw food onto the truck with all her strength, and the uncle waved and shouted, "Thank you, I must come and sit with you in the future!" He smiled nostalgically and said, "However, it's a little early to bring this up. The first lesson taught with blood today is just to let all these people understand what discipline is and what the price of violating it is. Remember, discipline is the only thing we can rely on to control thousands of rabble."

The whipping in the middle of the camp has ended, and the guys who were beaten and covered in blood were helped down and given some simple bandages.

"Let's go. This group of more than 200 people has been annexed by us, and there shouldn't be much space left. Pick out the strong ones and let them continue with us. Take the remaining old, weak and women to the assembly point to be taken care of by Jacob and Luna."

Xiao Chen led the team around the market, fought more than ten encounters, and gathered more than 4,000 slaves and civilians. The team grew like a snowball. When he returned to the Dyne family camp again, there were already more than 200 warriors behind him who could fight, seven or eight of them knew the basic fighting spirit, and there were three or four bloodline warriors with good blood.

Under the strong intimidation of the magician, these people were quite obedient. With Roger, a master, they had almost caught up with the mercenary team Xiao Chen recruited in Suero.

When they marched to Juan's fortress, they met Steward Cohen who was waiting here.

"Master Xiao Chen, Master Luo Ling has reached an agreement with the few remaining slave traders. As long as you can take these slaves to evacuate the camp and hand over some of the slave leaders who committed murder and arson. They can sell all the slaves as "

"Very good. It seems that your discussion was very productive. Almost all the slaves are under our control, and most of the culprits have been brought to justice. But I can give them enough heads as evidence."

"Lord Luo Ling also asked me to continue running the slave business here and help you handle the follow-up matters." Cohen bowed and said.

Xiao Chen was a little surprised. It seemed that their results had exceeded expectations. A woman worthy of playing with Suero for a month. He was just about to meet with the slave traders together with Cohen. Suddenly, an inquiring soldier ran up in front and reported: "Sir, I heard from the slaves who were separated in front. There is a large group of slaves who have been rushing into the Oaks family's camp for a long time."

"Maybe it's Ralph and the others. We searched the entire market and didn't see him." Roger guessed.

"Come on, Cohen, come with us and take a look. This should be the last group of slaves that need to be subdued."

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Sharyl regrets it.

You shouldn't waste too much time dealing with Elena.

She didn't expect that the slaves who were in chaos would rally up so quickly. I never expected that this team would be led by a master like Ralph.

When a group of them came out of the secret passage, they were blocked by Ralph who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in search of treasure. The mercenary who had been waiting for them outside had already fallen into a pool of blood.

Although, several elves wore cloaks to hide their appearance. But Ralph could still tell at a glance that these were six women with slim figures and outstanding temperaments.

The wildness and spirituality influenced by nature, in every gesture, have a fatal attraction for these men.

When a sharp-eyed guy saw the delicate face and long ears under the cloak, all the slaves were excited. Elves not only represent perfect appearance, but also represent countless gold coins, mysterious magic items and rare knowledge.

This is the most valuable treasure in the Oaks camp!

Ralph's men shouted "Grab these elves!" and then rushed towards Sharil and his party like a tide.

Sol and his more than ten mercenaries formed a defense line. However, the power in Ralph's hands far exceeds that of Thor, and he also has seven or eight warriors with little fighting spirit under his command. The battle for Sol's team was fraught with danger from the start.

Ralph's sword was still so fast. He did not fight with Thor, but kept attacking Thor's warriors. Several mercenaries were plotted to death by Ralph in battles with others. Soon, one-third of Thor's warriors fell. Thor himself was entangled with two opponents of equal strength, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Sharil planted a seed again, but as soon as the seed sprouted a small seedling, it was cut off by a cyan sword light.

"You're actually a natural mage? But your movements are too slow, you won't have any chance in front of me!" Ralph said to Sharil Su with a sinister smile.

Sharyl was unwilling to give in, but after three or four attempts, the seeds were destroyed in Ralph's hands.

She knew in her heart that the Ralph in front of her was an extremely terrifying enemy in the melee. If he hadn't wanted her, the sword light would have struck her neck.

The mercenaries fell down one by one, and those who were standing were injured. Although they also killed some slaves, the number of opponents was too many.

Due to disadvantages in numbers and strength, the mercenaries began to waver.

"Miss Sharil, we can't withstand it. The enemy is too strong. We must surrender." Thor said while parrying the attack with difficulty.

"Do you know what surrendering now means to us?" Sharil was furious.

"If we don't surrender, we will all die." Thor's fighting spirit exploded, and he drove away several people who were besieging him with a roundhouse slash, and shouted to Ralph loudly: "We surrender, stop fighting. Do I have any desperate tricks?" Yes, but I want to negotiate! Let my people go, whatever you want!”

Ralph squinted at the tall mercenary, as if judging the threat posed by his desperate struggle. After stabbing another mercenary to death, Ralph put away his sword and shouted: "Stop it all!"

However, the slaves were furious and he shouted several times before they really stopped.

Ralph looked at the scarred Thor in front of him and emphasized: "The elf must stay."

"I just want my mercenaries." Thor gasped.

"Is this the credibility of you humans?" Sharil asked angrily when she saw that she had been betrayed and abandoned like this.

Sol glanced at her, but was burned by her staring eyes. He turned his head and said, "Miss Sharil, your request is to rescue your people from the Oaks family. Now the Oaks family has died, and your people have been rescued. As for fighting these people, it is not in our agreement. Six people in my team have died for you. We can only do this."

Salil was so angry that she couldn't speak, and her snow-white cheeks were already red.

Sol ignored her and turned to take people away, but was stopped by Ralph with a sword, "Leave your weapons and armor and get out."

Several mercenaries showed a look of shame and anger. Running away like this has made them lose face. If even the guys who eat are taken away, then there is really no need for them to mix in this business. They all looked at Thor, hoping that he could say something.

However, Thor seemed to have completely accepted his fate today. He stuck his long sword and a dagger into the ground, and then took off his leather armor and put it next to him. He also asked his subordinates to do the same. When he was left with only a piece of cloth, he said to Ralph: "I hope you keep your word. My life-threatening skills do not require weapons."

Ralph sneered and waved his hand behind him. The slaves made way and the mercenaries followed Thor and fled.

The encirclement closed again, and Ralph was ready to force Sharil to surrender again. But at a glance, the elven wizard seemed to be a little bit wrong.