The brave man opened the coffin and rose

The motivation that emotions give people often has miraculous effects.

Although Sprint is a blessing for the army, it can only be briefly applied to everyone when Abes actively triggers it.

But after that, the entire team actually maintained an extremely high speed in marching.

During the remaining half day, everyone worked non-stop and moved nearly thirty or forty miles.

In order to emphasize his claim of revenge, after his speech, Abesi handed over the remaining captives to the public to kill themselves.

However, apart from a few people who could not bear the death of their close friends or relatives and took action.

Even more people did not do anything to take the lives of these prisoners.

On the one hand, through their stories, many people realized that these big-headed soldiers were essentially just like them, being ridden on the necks by those in power;

On the other hand, it is because Abesi really explained to them the fundamental contradictions that have led to the current situation.

With a sense of justice in their hearts, they may not necessarily want to take such retaliatory actions that are tit-for-tat but have no effect on the root cause.

So, halfway through the march, after questioning the people related to those who had died, Abesi released the remaining defeated prisoners.

Now time is short and the task is heavy. They do not have extra time and supplies to persuade these people to surrender. In order to prevent these people from continuing to gather together and rob again, Abes adopted the method of releasing them in batches.

Along the way, they released three or four people in batches after walking several miles.

As long as they lost their numbers and the armor and weapons they were so proud of, this group of people would be no different from ordinary refugees.

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It was already afternoon when Anglaus was released.

When he saw a guy with red eyes walking towards him with a knife, Anglaus thought he was going to die.

But after the hemp ropes on his wrists and feet were cut cleanly by the other party, he realized that the other party was really going to let him go.

His armor was now being worn by a farmer, and Anglaus, who had heard Abes's entire speech, knew that it was impossible to get it back.

Just like the hard bow he was so proud of.

However, the loss of weapons and equipment did not discourage him.

Being alive is the greatest luck, and the greater luck is that huge wealth is right in front of you.

Unglaus rubbed his aching wrist and the wound on his leg.

This was the scar left by a spear thrown by the enemy that pierced his calf when he was captured.

That’s right, with such a serious leg injury, his running speed, which he was so proud of, was completely useless before he could find a priest to treat him in the city.

Because of this, Anglaus needs something else to rely on in order to regain control of a better life.

As long as I bring back the news of the peasant rebellion here...

Thinking of the content of the other party's speech, Anglaus also laughed.

The other party’s leader’s speech was very inflammatory, but the other party was still too naive.

The reasons for the collapse of the North are deep-rooted. On the one hand, it is the contract between the Second Dynasty and the devil hundreds of years ago. On the other hand, it is the history of the hundred years between hell and the abyss. On the other hand, it is the impact of the attacks on each other by the countries in the past hundred years.

It is truly great to be able to think through these issues.

But whether it can be solved is another matter.

What power do they have to reverse this?

Anglaus admitted that the sudden acceleration of the group did scare him.

Moreover, after capturing them, the spirited and high-speed march they carried out also puzzled him.

but--

"Peasants are peasants after all. Once the regular army arrives, this group will instantly collapse, like winter snow encountering hot metal."

The funniest thing is that the slogan of this team is too exaggerated.

He actually chose the name of Abeth Grande, a brave man from a thousand years ago.

It's just like rebelling in Zhongzhou and raising the flag of the Dragon King.

How many years ago are those antiques?

Using a dead person from a thousand years ago as a signboard, I can only say that this country bumpkin is worthy of being a country bumpkin.

When it comes to heroes of justice, the only characters that come to mind are those that exist almost exclusively in vague legends and children's fairy tales.

Even if you can get a title like descendant of the first dynasty or the second dynasty, it would be better.

Moreover, the other party's action target was particularly abstract, and the first step was to head towards the Lizardman's territory.

It is said that they want to rescue the humans captured by the Lizardmen, but what use is there even if there are so many civilians?

Lizardmen are rampant, the army is in the hands of General Paddy and is running around in a desperate situation...and this group of civilians will be crushed to pieces if they encounter any army.

……

After mentally counting all of the opponent's almost delusional strategies, Anglaus hid in the bushes.

No matter what, with my injured leg, I must survive before I can get the huge wealth.

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The destination of Abes and his crew, the Lizardmen stronghold where human captives were housed, was bustling with activity.

At the entrance of the stronghold, there were a large number of bones piled up.

And their arrangement seems to have been classified by someone with a strange and evil taste.

The skulls were piled up into a small pyramid, and large, straight bones like the tibia were arranged like a string of abacus chips.

The sun sets, and the shadows lengthen.

Just as the shadow of the small pyramid moved a little bit and just fell on the top of an ant's head.

The big drum in the center of the stronghold made a deafening roar.

It was touching and strange that this big drum, made of some unknown leather, was not being hit by anyone, but was making sounds spontaneously.

As the drumbeats sounded, the crowded and noisy stronghold square slowly became silent, and the lizardmen's attention was focused on the stands in the center of the square.

A group of human captives were driven onto the stage at random.

And in each round, when the heaviest drum beat sounded, the team of human captives would suddenly widen their eyes, stop where they were, or even suddenly faint on the ground.

Every time this happened, the lizardmen in the field would burst into laughter.

What is particularly surprising is that there are not many Lizardmen in the entire stronghold.

The number of human captives sent to the stage was twenty, which was already equal to the number of lizardmen guards surrounding the stands.

The lizardmen who were a little further away from the stands were scattered even more sparsely, with their number no more than twenty or thirty.

It can be said that in the entire stronghold, including those who hid in the tents and did not come out, there were only about eighty lizardmen.

However, the number of human captives was surprisingly large.

Right now, there are twenty people on the stage, and in the back there is a large area where human captives are held. A huge number of humans are crammed into a small space.

They were restricted by a "fence" made of wooden sticks.

Due to the huge number, neither shackles nor ropes were enough.

Therefore, many people were not even tied up hand and foot, but a large group of people were looped around a simple rope several times.

Such an extreme difference in numbers seems to be natural.

The small number of Lizardmen kept under their control human captives, who outnumbered them by almost ten times their number.