Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

The battle was decided, and the remaining dozen or so soldiers cried out in pain and begged for mercy.

Luo Daxi cursed: "You bastard sons, you know how to beg for mercy now? But do you still remember how you treated us before? You beat us and killed us at will, you didn't treat us as human beings at all!"

Gao Yijue said: "We are all natural slaves, how can they treat us as human beings? In my opinion, we should repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood. We should treat them the way they treat us!" Most people agreed and said that this is what they should do, and they should kill these ugly captives now.

Xuan Youzhu had just climbed down from the mountain. When he heard that the ugly captives from Jinyang City were going to be killed, he shouted breathlessly, "Absolutely not, absolutely not..."

Gao Yijue asked: "Why can't we kill him?"

Xuan Youzhu said, "When two armies are fighting, they will not kill the ugly one. Besides, it is said in the book that saving a life is better than cultivating the spiritual body for ten lifetimes. I guess sparing a life is not much different."

Gao Yijue disagreed and said, "Where did this bullshit rule come from? This is the first time I've heard of it!" He raised the pointed sword in his hand high towards a soldier.

Xuan Youzhu said: "This... this... the seven major cities of Cangmu Country don't seem to have such rules and regulations, but there are records in ancient books that they probably existed hundreds of years ago."

Gao Yijue said: "What an old-fashioned thing, what are you talking about!"

The soldier burst into tears and kowtowed like pounding garlic, crying, "Please have mercy on us, Grandpa, and spare the lives of us bastards. If you have any orders in the future, I will do it for you at the risk of my life."

Gao Yijue did not listen to his plea for mercy and cursed, "You have begged for mercy like this just to save your life, and you are still willing to risk your life to work for me? No one will believe you! I will spare you after your head is chopped off!" He slashed at the soldier with a knife.

Yu Aqi was quick-witted and stretched out the spear in his hand to block lightly, so Gao Yijue's knife could not cut down.

Gao Yi Jue said angrily, "Why, Mr. Yu, you still want to save these assholes?"

Yu Aqi shook his head and said, "I won't save me. But I think what Uncle Youzhu said makes sense. We are real men, and we should kill people on the battlefield. These ugly captives are unarmed, how can we kill them?"

Huai Xiaomeng shouted, "Why should we reason with these people from Jinyang City? If you can't kill, we can. If you can't kill, we will kill!" He raised the shovel to smash the head of an ugly captive, but suddenly saw the look of fear, despair and hope for life in the eyes of another person, so he couldn't smash it down with the shovel raised high. He threw the shovel away and snorted without saying anything.

At this time, Chu Xiaomu and Xuan Ying had already jumped over from the gap in the broken bridge.

Xuanying walked up to the dozen soldiers without saying a word, and swung and chopped with the sword in his hand, killing them all.

Yu Aqi was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and forgot to step forward to stop him. He was clever and open-minded, but he felt an indescribable fear in his heart for this tall and thin peer in front of him, whose face was covered in blood and who was taciturn.

But this feeling is unpredictable and ungraspable. This fear sometimes turns into a kind of dependence, a kind of trust. It seems that as long as Xuanying is there, he can dare to overcome any danger and pass any obstacle.

Although Huai Xiaomeng was fearless, for some reason he felt a sense of fear towards Xuan Ying. He did not dare to talk to him much, let alone get too close to him.

Chu Xiaomu was very accommodating and always considered himself, others and things comprehensively, and rarely cared about the gains and losses of a single event. He thought that although there were many slaves, they were even more of a mob than the soldiers of Jinyang City. At this critical moment, it would be best if a ruthless person like Xuanying could come out to intimidate the slaves and make them obey his orders.

In this battle, more than 140 soldiers from Jinyang City were killed or fell off the broken bridge to death, leaving no one alive. More than 20 people from Shengnu were killed and 40 to 50 were injured, all of whom died or were injured in close combat with the warriors.

They found some herbs to treat the wounded, dug a row of pits on the hillside, and buried the more than 20 slaves who died in the battle.

An old slave said: "It is the first time in the Cangmu Kingdom that a slave rebellion was successful. I am afraid it will be the only time. These people sacrificed their lives for the public. This should be recorded in words so that future generations will know."

Chu Xiaomu asked Xuan Youzhu to write a short essay. Xuan Youzhu did not refuse and found a piece of charcoal and wrote on the wooden board:

"In the midsummer of the fourteenth year of Tiancheng Geng, the military officers of Jinyang City were unrighteous. They ignored the will of the gods and violated the common sense of human nature. They relied on the strength of their armor to be arrogant and relied on the sharpness of their swords to harm people. They were an unjust army. Five hundred righteous men were angry and resisted them to relieve the suffering of tens of millions of slaves and to correct the ethics of the people of the four countries to love each other. Alas, to carve jade, you need to sacrifice other mountains and stones, and to build a great way, you need the blood of warriors. The military officers were defeated, but the twenty-three warriors made great contributions. Although they died, their bodies are immortal. Although their spirits are scattered, their integrity is still there. This mountain and this stone are witnesses, and the sun and the moon can also clearly see it."

Liu Zang took the wooden sign and read it several times, then said, "Old Xuan, what a mess you wrote! I can't understand it at all!"

Huai Xiaomeng spat on the ground and said, "It's just like his beard, smelly and long, just to disgust people."

Xuan Youzhu stammered, "It's not well written, so I'll just have to make do with it. Compared to the masters of Baijun City and Xihai City, it's like a bright candle to the sun and the moon, or a grain of sand to..."

Xuan Ying was extremely impatient with his annoyance and said coldly: "Shut up!" Xuan Youzhu immediately didn't dare to speak.

The old slaves then suggested that the words written by Xuan Youzhu should be carved on the stone wall to show the future generations. Most people applauded. Then a slave who was skilled in stone carving took the initiative to find a slightly flat stone wall in front of the graves of the 23 slaves who died in the battle, and spent half a day carving the words one by one.

From then on, everyone knew what happened on Jiaoshan Mountain on that day.

Everyone picked up swords and spears, threw the bodies of more than a hundred soldiers into the trap that had been dug earlier and buried them, then covered them with sand and gravel commonly found on the road. If you had not witnessed it yourself, no one would have imagined that this two or three feet long and wide area actually buried more than a hundred Jinyang City soldiers who were killed by slaves.

By the afternoon, everything was gradually settled. At this time, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright sun came out from behind the clouds, emitting thousands of golden rays, covering the hillside where the slave house was.

The crowd lit a fire, carried the dead horse up the mountain, skinned and cleaned it, cut it into long strips, pierced it with branches, and roasted it over the fire.

Jiaoshan was bustling with activity, and many slaves who had been hiding came out and said they wanted to join the crowd.