"Kill!"

Alexey and Andrey roared, clenched the spear in their hands and rushed to the front bravely.

Behind them, the slave army was the same, and they rushed forward desperately, as if they were afraid that someone would take away their credit.

The reward conference held by King Ning in Arag City was obviously very effective.

King Ning not only gave these slaves who made contributions freely and exempted them from their status as slaves, but also gave them a lot of rewards, which made all slaves see hope and the blood in each person's body boil.

Slaves have been very difficult to turn over since ancient times.

But now, they have the opportunity to get free as long as they kill one enemy. It is so simple and easy, killing a few more, and they will have land, slaves, and money. In the future, they will not only be slaves, but also live the life of a landlord.

Marik also rushed to the front.

He himself was the most despicable Dalit from the mainland of India. Even if he was a slave to the Ming people, he would be disliked. Other slaves from higher castes were unwilling to do things and eat with him, and he was extremely despicable.

However, in the last battle of Arag, Marik made a contribution. His Highness Ning personally gave him a reward and gave him the noble Ming surname. From then on, his surname was no longer Marik, but Ma.

For this purpose, he also took out ten taels of silver from the rewards he received and asked a learned Ming Dynasty man to give himself a Ming name - Ma Zixin.

He didn't know the word "Da Ming" and after he had his own new name, he actually wrote his new name thousands of times on the same day, remembering the name firmly.

On the same day, he asked someone to take the reward he received back to his home and told his wife, son and daughter that they would no longer be the humble Dalit in the future, but a family with a noble Ming surname.

Just a surname, it allows Ma Zixin and his descendants to have a whole life.

In order to repay King Ning's gift, he always rushed to the front without fear of death. He even felt that it was the supreme glory that he could die for His Highness Ning.

It's very contradictory, but it really appears on the battlefield.

Not only him, but behind Mazxin, there were many slaves of low castes such as Dalit, Bark, and Shudra. They were braver and faster than the other.

Everyone wants to make contributions like Ma Zixin and get rewards from King Ning, so that King Ning can give him a new Ming surname. This is the biggest motivation for these low-caste slaves at this moment.

It was as if a tiger went down the mountain, or like a hungry wolf robbed food, the slave army, the Korean army and the Japanese army under King Ning rushed up fiercely.

‘Swish~swish~’

I saw a Japanese warrior with beautiful arcs in his hand, the Japanese sword in his hand flashed, the cold light flashed, and his figure drifted, leaving behind bloody roads wherever he passed.

A Korean warrior, holding a long sword, flew with his sword shadow, like a sickle of the god of death, constantly reaping the lives of the enemy.

"Drink~"

Alexey stabbed a spear and pierced an enemy. He shouted loudly, and directly provoked the opponent. He threw it hard and hit several enemies rushing towards him.

Then he swept the spear, and the tip of the spear was extremely sharp, instantly sweeping several people to death.

Andre was also very brave around him. He swept the spear in his hand and spit out blood from the mouth and went straight to the end.

"Haha, the tenth one!"

Andre laughed happily and kept calculating his number of enemies he killed.

When he thought of the rewarded land, slaves and money, and the good life he had in the future, new power emerged from his tired body, supporting him to continue to kill.

Ma Zixin held a spear and stabbed him hard, but he didn't expect the other party to block it. After a closer look, he saw that the other party was wearing luxurious clothes and a sword inlaid with gems. His skin was fair and deep eyes. He also wore gold ornaments that symbolized religious sacrifices.

There is no doubt that this is a Brahmin high caste!

When Ma Zixin looked at him, the other party looked at Ma Zixin carefully, and he was stunned.

Mazxin's dark skin and slightly curly hair were known to be low-caste, and he could also be the lowest-primacy Dalit.

"You untouchable, you dare to attack me, the noble Brahmin. Are you not afraid of death?"

The other party screamed in anger.

Dalits are untouchables, not to mention fighting against the noble Brahmins, even if the shadow falls on the shadow of the Brahmins, the Brahmins will feel polluted. In normal times, they will definitely beat the lowly Dalit to death.

However, at this moment, the other party was not only not afraid of himself as a Brahmin, but also wanted to kill him with a knife, which made him extremely angry.

"My surname is Ma, and it is the noble Ming surname, no longer a pariah!"

Ma Zixin was scolded by the other party and was slightly stunned. Then he came to his senses and shouted loudly.

Then the spear in his hand stabbed towards the other party with endless anger.

"Submitted to Ma?"

"Ming surname?"

The Brahmin was slightly stunned, but he did not pay attention to blocking and dodging, and was suddenly stabbed by a spear to the heart.

When he died, he looked at the lowly Dalit in front of him with both eyes. He never thought that he would die one day at the hands of a lowly Dalit.

"He is not a lowly Dalit anymore~"

He could only comfort himself in this way and give himself peace. He would not die at the hands of the lowly Dalit, nor would he insult his noble identity as a Brahmin.

Rana~Sanga's central army became extremely chaotic due to the artillery attack. At this moment, it was completely collapsed by the slave army, Japanese army and Korean army.

Countless people threw away their armor and fled back desperately. The people behind them squeezed in the people in front, and they didn't know how many people died under the trampling of their own people.

"how so?"

Rana~Sanga looked at the scene in front of her and looked in disbelief.

The army in front of me who gave me high hopes was so vulnerable.

With just artillery attacks, the army was already in great chaos. The powerful war elephant not only did not deter the enemy, but instead became a burden to our own side. It constantly trampled on our own soldiers and impacted our own formation, causing huge riots and chaos.

The weapons used by the other party are really terrible.

When each of the explosion was dropped, it directly killed a piece of shells, making the entire army full of holes and pieces.

When their army rushed forward, the army under their command had no resistance at all and could not organize a decent response. It was like the loose sand hit by the flood, and it collapsed completely in a blink of an eye.

"Let's retreat quickly~"

"If you don't withdraw, it will be too late."

Luo Nao hurried to Lana~Sanga and said anxiously.

The Ming people were even more terrifying than the legendary ones.

Their terrifying artillery not only terrified their war elephants, but also left indelible shadows and fears on these Luoyangmen.

At this moment, their artillery fire was constantly extending with the attack of the army, shooting towards them.

The whistling sounds in the sky, one after another, smashing the little resistance that had been organized to tear up, like a defeated dam, and the enemy swept over like a flood, swallowing everything.

"Retreat~"

Rana~Sanga was extremely unwilling to accept it.

He had a warring state with the Delhi Sultanate dozens of times and had rich combat experience. However, today's battle was completely insulted, and he didn't know how he lost.

If you keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood, it is better to withdraw it first.

However, Qin Yuan would not let people like La Na~Sangjia.

They were all leaders of the Aryan tribe, and their main military force was the most unstable existence in the land ruled by King Ning after that, and they must be eliminated as much as possible.

"Tread~Tread~"

The five thousand cavalry who had been detouring finally got around behind. With the sound of horse hooves, countless sharp arrows flew quickly. After the sharp arrows, bright sabers raised high, flashing with cold light under the sunlight.

"It's over~"

Rana~Sanga saw the scene in front of her and shouted out in despair.

The cavalry guards of Rana, Sanga and many of the Luoyangs were quite responsible. They did not escape directly, but rushed up bravely.

But they were like mantis arms blocking a car, so ridiculous and vulnerable. After a rain of arrows, large pieces fell from the horse's back.

Then the cold lights of both sides intertwine, falling like dumplings, and they were killed in a blink of an eye.

"Surrender ~ Surrender, we surrender ~"

Luo Lan, who was timid and afraid of death, threw away the gorgeous sword in his hand and shouted loudly. The words he said were awkward, as if he had already learned them in advance.

“Haha~”

"I finally know why we are repeatedly invaded by foreign races."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lana Sanga said sadly and angryly, then picked up the sword in his hand and wiped it around his neck. With many emotions such as ambition, unwillingness, helplessness, etc., he ended his life decently.

Five thousand iron cavalry, like a torrent of steel, hit the army heavily, and easily tore open a hole. The hole kept pulling open, quickly separating the enemy.

Then he continued to detour and sprint back and forth, one after another, like a harvester, just a few back and forth, and there were no more groups of enemy troops on the entire land.

"Win!"
Chapter completed!