On the eighth day after leaving Flanderkenson City, Patrick still did not see the shadow of the expected supply convoy. Directly in front of the Kings Army, another strange team appeared.

It was a large black human-shaped forest composed entirely of soldiers.

There are men and women. You can even see the shadows of teenagers. Roughly estimated, their number is as high as 300,000, and it may even exceed 400,000. The dense crowds occupied the entire plain, and even the hilly mountains slightly farther were full of people. Their weapons and equipment were very bad, almost all of them were round shields and daggers, and only a small part of the edge of the periphery was equipped with spears. Although it was noon when it was encountering, the sun shone brightly enough and the ground temperature was very high, Patrick felt that he would always turn black involuntarily, and his whole body felt a bone-cold coldness.

There is no doubt that they are all slaves. The various insignias on their shoulders and foreheads have already shown it all. Slave merchants and nobles like to leave special marks on slaves with a soldering iron. This is their private property, as simple as writing their own names on the side of a book I just bought with a pen.

The eyes of these people were red, and the griffin pattern embroidered with gold thread on the king's flag was of no deterrence to them. Many slaves didn't even want leather armor and shields. The only weapon in their hands was a battle axe. They bent their backs, their muscular legs were bent, and their whole body exuded the crazy and bloodthirsty murderous intent like wild animals.

They also have flags. A black flag is like the coat of the most evil and cruel devil in the legend. The pattern is also very simple, with only a dragon full of red. Whether it is workmanship or pattern, this flag looks too simple, but exudes a fearsome roughness and cruelty.

"Oh my God, look there. That...what is that?"

A blood-faced servant raised his hand and pointed at the distance trembling.

In the sun, on both sides of the road occupied by slaves, hundreds of wooden poles that were dozens of meters long stood. The tops were sharpened, and people with ferocious and painful faces were inserted. Due to the hot climate, many people's heads had rotted. From time to time, crows circling in the air, occasionally flying down, pecking down a piece of rotten meat and flying away quickly. The soft eyes and lips were their favorites, and many people's heads had turned into bones and could not recognize their true colors.

"That, look at that, that's Marquis Rachel."

The closest servant had good eyesight. He identified a very fresh head that was obviously just killed.

Following the guidance, Patrick saw the familiar face of Marquis Rachel.

Yes, it was indeed the one who thought he was handsome and handsome and rich. This dog bastard was favored by all noble ladies in the royal palace. There were even rumors that his wife, the queen, also had a leg up with him. Patrick had long wanted to twist this guy's head off as a toilet, but he didn't expect that someone would move faster than him, so he hung it on the wooden pole one step ahead of time.

Marquis Rachel left the night before yesterday. He had as many as 12,000 private soldiers under his command. In short, it took only more than 60 hours to leave the brigade, but he didn't expect to be sniped and even his head was cut off to become a crow's snack.

Those slaves even had such strong combat power?

The silent fear and extremely strong doubts continued to swell and ferment in Patrick and all the generals' minds.

At the top of the mountain bag that Patrick could not see with his naked eyes, Su Hao was carefully observing the King's Army that had just entered the plains. This was a pre-set encirclement, and the 130,000 King's Army was dealt with twice the number of slaves, which was the last part of the plan. In a few days, most of the nobles who had left the King's Army were sniped. Fear and hunger prompted more and more nobles to leave secretly. This was actually stupid and unsafe, and it also gave Su Hao the opportunity to defeat each one.

Looking at the King's Army, whose formations are constantly changing under the golden griffin flag in the distance, Su Hao made a decision sneer. He waved his arm, pointed hard directly in front, and said cruelly and coldly: "Start attack and kill them all."

It should be admitted that the comprehensive quality of the King's Army is indeed higher than that of the rebellious slaves. Especially the Imperial Guards, the formation speed is extremely fast. Under the command of a strict general, the prototype of a defensive circular formation has appeared with the location where King Patrick is located as the core.

All the slaves rushing towards the front were infantry. They had no tactics, no formation or cooperation. They screamed like wild animals, waving the simple weapons in their hands and rushed over. The panicked guards quickly stood up to block the spear. Facing the sharp spear tip, the first wave of slaves could not stop at all. They directly met under the action of huge inertia, watching the spear head pierce into their bodies, and they could not control themselves to break the dense gun array.

Patrick looked at the scene in amazement.

He never dreamed that there were such a brave warrior in the world who was fearless? But why were these slaves’ eyes red? And the terrible running speed and impact power were obviously far beyond the limit that humans could bear?

Of course Patrick would not understand that in the distant world of Earth, there is a plant called poppy that is said to be planted by the devil. The soil and climate of the Labonka continent are very suitable for poppy growth. In the past six months, the "bee swarm" has been harvested for two seasons. Poppy juice has obvious stimulation and confusing effects on the human body. In addition, it is improved by local drugs, and finally it has become a new type of drug that can be drunk like wine.

The first batch of 50,000 slaves were responsible for the impact. They had no idea what death was. The blood all over their bodies was boiling, and they released their power and killing frantically, becoming the only conscious masters in their minds. These slaves who were anesthetized by drugs were not equipped with armor or shields, and used heavy battle axes or giant hammers as weapons. Even if their bodies were penetrated by spears, they would not feel pain. All they had to do was to smash the defense system outside the King's Army and tear a large enough wound.

The second, third and fourth waves of slaves also had 50,000. The number of drugs they took was only about 30% of the first batch. This dose just made them lose their bloodline, but they did not lose their minds. They launched an attack on the King's Army from three directions, stepping on the bodies of the first batch of slaves who died in battle. These slaves were all new recruits who had just joined the rebel army. Su Hao had no time to train them, and only gave each person a short sword and a light battle axe.

The thin women and teenagers account for a large proportion of them. But their eyes were also red, and their bodies were filled with strength with human flesh. Su Hao promised that they would get property and land, and the privilege of chopping the nobles into the soup pot. These promises were not empty and false, but that there were hundreds of thousands of people in Maca City as proof. No one suspected that Su Hao was lying, and even women and children still cheered for their freedom of excuse.

Of course, happiness cannot fall out of thin air from heaven. The great leader Su Hao said more than once: "You need to fight for all this yourself. Come and follow me, smash all the roadblocks, and kill all the enemies who want to steal our happiness. Kill those nobles, everything they will be yours."

Nothing is more inspiring than the golden beetle in front of you. Nothing is more exciting than the head of the noble master being cut off. The effect of drugs is released to the extreme at this time. The trapped Kings Army is like a weak woman surrounded by countless strong men, trembling in countless grim laughters, screaming and enduring the impact and ravage again and again.

A young man holding a dagger roared and rushed towards a knight. The knight swung his battle axe and accurately hit the boy's left shoulder, and his entire arm was cut off on the spot. However, the boy was unaware of this and still waved his dagger and roared at the knight. A knight attendant next to him quickly pressed it with a spear and pierced it directly through the boy's chest. The stubborn boy threw the dagger at the war horse under the knight's crotch until he had no handle.

A woman's abdomen was cut. She ignored the intestines flowing from the wound and hugged a guard's head with both hands. The soldiers around her quickly waved their swords and chopped at the woman, but they could not stop her from biting off the guard's ears, gnawing off her nose, pulling down a large piece of flesh on her cheeks, revealing her bright red cheeks.

Crazy, all crazy

Patrick felt incredible about what he saw. Even the bravest warriors could not do this. The slaves actually burst out with such a powerful murderous intent, which was simply unimaginable before. The heavy battle line of the King's Army quickly thinned under the impact of these human-shaped beasts, and those terrible people could not be described in any words. They had lost their minds, machines, puppets, and madmen.

The King's Army's counterattack power was very strong, and the first wave of slaves had been killed. The subsequent slave army that was replenished in three directions quickly consumed more than half. The stimulation effect produced by drugs was very obvious, and the side effects were equally significant. The severely consumed physical strength could not be replenished normally. Although the slaves' brains were killed and madly controlled, they did not have enough physical strength to maintain the battle. Although the madman at the end of his strength was terrible, he could also cut his throat with a knife.

Patrick soon smelled an unusual smell.

On the plain in the distance, a slave army of up to 100,000 people had gathered. Unlike the unruly madmen before, this slave army had armor and very well-equipped weapons. They slowly unfolded and trot towards the battlefield.

Could it be that this is the elite unit of the rebel army?

This thought flashed in Patrick's mind, and was immediately interrupted by the dense arrows flying from the air.

It was the archers behind this group of elite slaves, hiding a huge number of archers. Roughly estimated that there should be no less than 10,000 people.

The feather arrows shot like locusts immediately turned the King's Army into a boiling cauldron. There were wailings and screams everywhere, curses and blood everywhere. Some people were shot through their necks, while others were busy pulling out the arrow shaft on their thighs, but were stabbed by the slaves swarming over with a sword. The long-range attack did not consider the slaves sent out in the previous few waves, and the shooting covered the entire battlefield indiscriminately. The slaves who were stimulated by drugs were not prepared for this. They never dreamed that death would come from behind, nor did they ever think that they could get nothing at all, and they were simply a disposable consumable on the battlefield.

Su Hao didn't have time to train the slaves, especially those who had just joined later, whose function could only be to rush forward to die. Their fate was decided since they were taken drugs. The poppy planted on the continent of Labangka is completely different from the earth's world. Whether it is paralyzing or stimulating the central nervous system, it is far beyond expectations. Although the residents of Labangka world are born to strengthen people, there is no resistance or immune power in the face of this destructive fluid. Once taken, after a brief excitement, the central nervous system will be damaged that cannot be repaired. No matter how much injected, the mild case is quadriplegic, and the severe case is directly an idiot. In addition to saving lives on the battlefield, even if you survive, the ending will still be dead.

Hundreds of thousands of fully armed elite slave warriors were thrown into the battlefield, and the situation immediately turned into a one-sided situation.

The King's Army was already dying under the impact of crazy drug slaves and no longer had any ability to resist. When the subsequent slave army roared in, the battle quickly turned into a blood-breasted killing.

Blood and broken limbs were everywhere. The exhausted guards and knights were already extremely fragile. They could not even deal with the subsequent slashes and slaughter. The courage was lost as their physical energy was quickly consumed. The first surrender soon appeared on the battlefield.

The battle lasted for nearly three hours before it finally subsided. Nearly 50,000 people fell down by the King's Army, and the rebel army also paid the price of 160,000 slave soldiers. The bodies filled with weapons were everywhere, and the entire plain was covered with a disgusting smell of blood. Blood gathered towards the low-lying area under the action of gravity, and dark red blood pits appeared under the pile of corpses, reflecting dead white and terrifying faces in the sun.

There were no signs of fighting on the battlefield, and all the rebels turned into corpses. The last group of elite slaves who joined the battle also felt tired. Many people did not even have the strength to wield swords to cut off the other party's heads. They could only use shields or weapons to support their bodies, standing there, gasping for breath.

In the direction of the hill where Su Hao was located, a cavalry team of hundreds of people appeared. All the cavalry were holding trumpets made of iron. They shouted at the dead battlefield with the greatest strength: "Everyone put down their weapons and kneel down and surrender immediately. Otherwise, once they were discovered, they would be killed on the spot."

The cavalry arrived a little late. Both the imperial guards and the remaining noble private troops had all fallen to their knees. The weapons were thrown away. Their bodies were covered with blood and flesh, and there was no light in their eyes. Since they had been defeated, their only way to survive was to surrender.

When Su Hao surrounded Patrick's "worker bees" and came to Patrick, the poor king's cheeks were already swollen. He looked like he had gained a whole circle.

The king has the dignity of a king. Although Patrick chose to surrender, he refused to kneel down. The elite slave warriors didn't care about so many, and directly hit the king's face with the soles of their shoes. Several close servants rushed up to stop him, but were chopped to the ground on the spot. This ignorant, loyal but ineffective action lasted for several minutes. After more than a dozen corpses on the ground, no one wanted to come to maintain the so-called dignity of the king.

Seeing Patrick kneeling in front of him with a dejected head, Su Hao smiled faintly. The smile was calm and gentle, full of compassion like an angel.

Su Hao reached out to pick up the crown on Patrick's head, looked at it carefully, and said carelessly: "I need a title. Now, you are still king, so you can confer me as the Duke of Red Dragon."

This sentence made Patrick raise his head and widen his eyes.

He didn't understand how Su Hao would make such a request at this time.

Su Hao does have the strength to conquer the world of Rabangka. But this takes enough time. Based on comprehensive calculations, the total military strength of all countries in the world of Rabangka exceeds tens of millions. Attacks are of course the best way to deal with them, but things must be considered at the worst. If Patrick recognizes Su Hao's title and identity, the slave riots will become civil strife of aristocratic people. Even if they cannot get the recognition of other nobles in Jinka, other countries will not be able to send troops without authorization.

It is not appropriate to kill Patrick now. In another year, at least eight months, Su Hao will have enough elite slave troops. By that time, Patrick's life or death is no longer important, and Su Hao will be able to be promoted to the king as a legal duke.

Seizing power is that simple. But no matter what, a legal and reasonable name is always needed. This is not the earth, and human thinking and civilization have not developed into modern society. The legitimacy of royal rule is still thoroughly understood. On one side is a duke and a slave on the other, civilians will naturally make choices. Although Su Hao's previous identity was a slave, as long as the king recognized him as a duke, everything would become natural.

"No, I won't satisfy your damn request."

Patrick is not a fool, so of course he can see clearly the real purpose behind Su Hao's request. He himself didn't know where the toughness came from. He raised his head and roared at the top of his throat: "You are a slave or a rebel."

Su Hao stopped talking. He turned around and pinched his fingers at the "worker bee" standing not far away. The latter nodded understandingly and pulled out a captured general. The sword light flashed in his hand, and a glaring head was already rolling on the ground.

Looking at Patrick who was twitching at the corners of his eyes, Su Hao calmly issued an order: "Kill all the prisoners of war one by one in front of him. Let him see clearly the expressions of these people before their death and every move."

The cruel massacre began again. Prisoners were lined up in a row, passing by the terrified Patrick in sequence.
Chapter completed!