Zabu was almost shattering his teeth, but he restrained his impulse and planned to contact the dwarf Joe and several other team leaders.

At this time, Mr. Jefferson spoke: "What's wrong? It's very lively just now, why did I stop as soon as I came? A bunch of sluts dared to make noise. It's so damn!"

"And you, where are you, a humble slave, looking at me? Master, can you look directly at me? Drag him over to me."

Jefferson said, pointing to an old man with gray hair and a little dementia.

One of his guards immediately turned over and dragged the old man over. Jefferson walked towards the old man and pulled out a dagger with exquisite gems inlaid from his waist.

"Old thing, today I will teach you a lesson to let you know what the status of aristocrats are and what your status is."

After saying that, he asked the guard to fix the old man's body and stabbed the dagger at one of the old man's eyes.

Some of the slaves below showed an angry expression, some looked numb, and some were trembling with fear. Zabu had quietly walked to Joe, and at the same time Farkne also got together with them.

Zabu said first: "This guy is Marcas's son, I think our chance is here."

Qiao asked quietly, "Would you do it?"

Farkne said quickly: "What are you waiting for? If this guy is really the Count's son, if he hijacks him, we will have a chance to escape. I have had enough."

Then Zabu said nothing and just nodded.

"I asked my brothers to prepare. When I blew my whistle, I would do it together. The most important thing is to catch that little noble. Do you understand?" Qiao said.

"Then do it, life and death depend on destiny, bless the God of Courage!" Farkne said excitedly.

Zabu clenched his fists and made an action on his chest to show that he was ready for a fight.

Then several people walked towards the members of the group and kept quietly spreading words.

Jefferson on the uphill was still torturing the innocent old man. From his excited expression, he could tell how perverted this guy was.

"Haha, a lowly slave, now I know I'm afraid. It's really, it makes my gloves dirty."

The old man fell to the ground and kept wailing, and Jefferson wiped the dagger at the old man.

At this time, a sharp whistle sounded, and all the slaves below suddenly rushed towards Jefferson and the others. The four guards quickly pulled out their scimitars, took off the shield on their backs, and protected Jefferson.

The guards watching the show next to him found that something was wrong and rushed over. Not far away, there were belated butlers and dozens of guards.

Several arrows shot towards the slaves' team, which were archers from the whistle tower. In the blink of an eye, several slaves were shot. Some of them fell down directly, while others continued to rush forward.

Hundreds of slaves were not completely united. Several slaves stood there stupidly, not knowing what happened, but some were running in another direction, intending to escape in the chaos.

Corleon also received a message from Joe and rushed forward without hesitation with the mine pickaxe. He knew that the opportunity had come.

The few of the stubborn slaves turned directly into live targets and were shot to death by the archers of the whistle tower.

At the forefront of the slave team was the barbarian Zabu. Although his leg was replaced by wood, his anger made him look like a running bison.

Zabu rushed the fastest and most fiercely, and immediately fought with the escort leader. These four escorts were elites of the Marcas family. They were called senior desert cavalry and were good at using scimitars and round shields.

The cavalry also reacted very quickly, one of them kicked the old man on the ground away with one kick, and everyone guarded Jefferson in the shape of a quadrilateral.

Jefferson was also startled by the slave's sudden actions and couldn't even speak for a moment.

At this time, Qiao did not rush over in a hurry, but hid in the crowd. With the "advantage" of height, he planned to give some secrets to the opposite side.

The slaves and the guards fought each other, while on both sides were constant guards and hunting dogs.

When Butler Brand saw the scene in front of him, he almost fainted. He shouted to Po Yin directly and asked all the guards to go up and rescue the young master.

Several slaves were already killed on the periphery, some were stabbed to death by spears, some were cut by daggers and scimitars. As for those slaves who were clever and running around, they were basically the fastest to die.

The most intense point in the battle was the battle between Zabu and others and the senior desert cavalry, and Zabu and others had two advantages.

First, they are determined to fight to the death. You must know that if they fail, they will be executed all of them and there will be no second end.

Second, all the cavalry on the opposite side were not on horseback, and the veteran cavalry in the desert had no horses, so their combat effectiveness was reduced by more than half. However, even so, the combat effectiveness of these dismounted cavalry should not be underestimated.

The leading cavalry kept waving the scimitar, and the sharp blade was like crescent moons.

He held a round shield in his other hand, constantly resisting the attacks of slaves, and the expensive armor on his body also helped him offset a lot of damage.

On the other hand, the slave side was not very optimistic. Their weapons were only mine pickaxes in their hands, so the quality was worrying.

After all, the mines are still on guard against them and will not give them a good quality pickaxe. Just use a batch of broken ones and replace them with it.

So in the battle, the slaves' weapons were at a loss, and many people's picks were already broken by scimitars.

However, the cavalrymen on the opposite side did not rush to kill, but instead fought and retreated, intending to meet with the guards in the rear.

Zabu saw that if this continues, the balance of victory will be facing the opposite side.

I saw him roaring, and his whole body looked bigger, and his explosive muscles greatly improved his speed and strength.

This is the unique talent of the barbarians. By taking secret medicines and the blood of wild beasts since childhood, they can activate the bloodline of the ancient barbarians.

The reason for gaining the reinforcement of violence is that after the violence, it will become like a useless person in a short period of time.

At the same time, in the process of violence, their rationality will gradually be lost, and if their control is poor, they may even become brainless beasts.

Zabu threw out the mine pickaxe in his hand, and then punched the knight's shield with a fierce punch. His hand bones were broken and blood was splattered, but he didn't care at all. He just wanted to pinch the neck of the little white-faced in the middle.

The cavalry leader suddenly felt a huge pressure. He waved his scimitar and chopped towards Zabu. Zabu had no time to dodge, and a huge wound was cut in front of his chest, but Zabu still attacked wildly.

On the other side, the former infantry instructor Fakne had killed two ordinary guards. He picked up a short spear and threw a short sword at Zabu.

After barely avoiding the knight's attack, Zabu grabbed the thrown short sword.

At this time, dozens of slaves had been killed. Seeing that morale was getting lower and lower, fortunately, the breakthrough was opened in time, and one of the cavalry was killed. The knee of the cavalry was hit by Qiao.

Qiao's attack was extremely cruel. The handle of the entire mine pickaxe was broken in half. It can be seen that he was so strong that the cavalry's leg was hit and sunk in the opposite direction.
Chapter completed!