"Shh."

The old man signaled Zhang Xi to whisper to avoid causing trouble again. He understood what Zhang Xi said. Even everyone here understood that they had a foreshadowing that there would be one day since the first day of slavery.

But they are used to not resisting. They are afraid of pain and be beaten. Instead of being beaten to death, they would rather starve to death or be exhausted to death on the way to work.

At least, it doesn't hurt that much.

"There is still a chance to fight. If you don't fight, at most, everyone here will die in three days." Zhang Xi not only looked at the situation of slavery, but also the situation of soldiers on duty on the way here. There are only more than 30 soldiers here.

Of course, he also knew that the more than 30 soldiers were full and full of energy, and had sharp combat weapons such as whips and swords in their hands. They were trained and were far from being compared with the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people.

"But... OK, old man, I've been a few days ago. If you want to be crazy, I'll accompany you crazy." The old man clearly remembered how Zhang Xi looked when he was thrown in a few days ago. He was only in his teenage years and he shouldn't belong here.

Zhang Xi nodded gratefully to the old man and said his thoughts, "I am not familiar with them, so I can only send this message to you so that everyone can save their energy as much as possible. It can pick up a wooden stick and a sickle to tie it as a weapon for more convenient use." He put his hand on the wheat straw, felt the humidity at this moment, estimated it for a while, and continued, "At noon, we will do it at noon."

The old man was not tall and was not prominent in the wheat field. He stayed honestly in this slavery area for decades. The supervisory soldiers were more at ease with him and hardly watched him. It was precisely because of these decades of life in the slavery area that he had met almost most of the slavery here.

He did not look for it one by one, but went to find the elderly people of his room numbers who were about the same age as him.

The efficiency of searching one by one is not high and it is easy to attract attention. He may not be able to convince others. However, the elderly who are in the same room for a long time will be more convincing. The communication between small groups in each room will not easily arouse the suspicion of the supervisory soldiers.

Seeing this, Zhang Xi couldn't help but give the old man a thumbs up, he didn't even consider this before.

While bent down and pretending to continue cutting wheat, he found a handy wooden stick and tied the sickle and stick in his hand with the wheat straw.

Just as Zhang Xi was thinking about how to use a large-scale ignition of the wheat field later, the old man came back and reached out and handed him two small stones, "Give it."

"Flint? How do you have this?" Zhang Xi recognized these two stones.

"I also forgot that I had the same thoughts as you many years ago." The old man smiled kindly and stroked his beard. He had also had the idea of ​​being full of energy back then.

This sentence made Zhang Xi suddenly realize this.

"What are you two in Moji? Are you looking for death?" The fat white officer was gnawing on the fruit and happened to patrol. Seeing that the two areas belonging to Zhang Xi and the old man were progressing slowly, he shouted loudly.

The old man didn't stop for much, and immediately turned around and walked towards another area and bent down. Zhang Xi pinched his fist, then bent down quickly, and quickly "worked".

The fat officer Bai Fei was very satisfied with the power he achieved after just coming over. He did not stop for a long time and patroled to other cooler locations.

As the temperature approached the highest, the crops in the wheat fields were also dried to the highest temperature. Zhang Xi lay in a wheat field and quickly ignited the prepared haystack.

After lit it, he carried the sickle to his waist like a cheetah, using his limbs to cover his body with wheat straw, quickly moved to another position, and lit another haystack that had not yet burned in his hand.

The first flame gradually burned, and the smoke and dust floated up, attracting the eyes of the supervisory soldiers. The fat white officer who was taking a nap under the big tree also noticed the abnormality and shouted, "What's going on over there?"

Zhang Xi lit the second small torch and ran quickly towards the third place.

"It's on fire!"

The supervisory soldiers were still dissatisfied with the flames at first. When the flames met the wheat straw that was sunburned to a low amount of moisture, they immediately formed a fire, and swallowed one wheat field after another without any pain. They panicked.

"Put the fire, you all go and put out the fire quickly!" The fat white officer shouted to the slaves and soldiers. These are all food, food and money. His way of making money is all in it.

After ordering, all the soldiers took action and used the whip in their hands to greet the slaves and quickly gathered towards the three fire points.

He himself was also anxious to rush to the burning place that was getting more and more intense, and muttered from time to time: Money, money, money, these are all money.

The grain produced in these wheat fields is also specially used for slavery, and he is responsible for it. However, he has never regarded these slavery as human beings. He believes that giving them such good food is a waste, so he directly announced that he had reduced the daily rations of each slave by half. As for what was saved, it was naturally in his own pocket.

Over time, the physical condition of the slaves became worse and worse, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and their work efficiency became worse and worse. Anyway, these are also slavery, and no one cares if they die. So I just took this opportunity to deal with these inappropriate ones and exchange them for a new batch of slavery.

"Sir!"

"Why are you still here?"

When the fat officer heard someone calling him from behind, he turned his head and was about to scold him for not trying to put out the fire. He felt a pain in his neck and a sickle slashed his neck.

"asshole!"

He quickly raised his foot and kicked Zhang Xi, who had not had time to turn around, pulled out the sword from his waist and wanted to cut him.

"Si—"

Blood sputtered out of the scratched neck.

His body quickly became cold, and the feeling of death approaching made him hurriedly throw away the knife in his hand, reach out to cover his neck, and try to block the blood from the outside.

"This is my whip to you!"

Zhang Xi caught the knife he threw away, kicked his foot on the ground, and waved it hard.

He ignored the falling corpse and did not stop. He held the knife and rushed towards the strange soldier not far away. Once it started, he could not stop.

"He killed...rebelled!"

Before the soldiers could shout out what they saw, Zhang Xi's knife had arrived. At the same time, the old man raised the sickle in his hand and led more than a dozen slaves to the other soldiers. The other elderly people then lifted up the stalks, and hundreds of slaves responded collectively.

After shouting that, the soldier who was still surprised was slapped with the knife of a fat white officer.

When he fell, his eyes were wide open. He never thought that these slaves who worked hard as ox would turn into vicious beasts and take his life because of the arrival of a man who was seriously injured and dying.

"Dare to rebel! Are you tired of living!"

After all, he was born in the Zidian Army and received professional combat training. Zhang Xi can kill two people in a row with his own experience and Kokang in unexpected situations, which does not mean that other slavery can be done.

Their inferior sickle was cut off by the soldiers who reacted, and together with the cut, their hands were splattering a lot of blood and screaming.

The whip flew across the body, and the whip was hit by the slaves with eyes and whip after whip.

A large amount of slavery has been working for a long time, and I don’t have enough energy to eat, and I am plagued by injuries. I just whip and I fall to the ground.

As soon as he had the momentum of success in rebellion, he suddenly stopped after the wailing of his companions at several places, and then fell rapidly. The people behind him stopped rushing forward. When the first person turned around and ran away, the people behind him turned around and ran one after another.

"Run", "Run" "Run"

They no longer care about temporary companions who were fighting with soldiers, and turned around and ran quickly in the direction they thought they could escape. They could live, kill the soldiers and escape, and they could live.

"Don't run away! You'll die!" Zhang Xi's face changed drastically. In his prediction, the way to make everyone live at the minimum cost.

If the people behind run away, it means that there is no follow-up combat power to keep up. The weak slavery can only win by wheel battle with the advantage of numbers. However, the slavery chooses to escape, and the wheel battle cannot work. Then the slavery in front is equivalent to killing death in vain.

"uncle!"

When Zhang Xiyuguang swept across the battlefield, the old man's neck was being strangled by a soldier with a whip rope. The blood vessels on his face were protruding, clearly visible. In just a moment, it turned into a terrifying pig liver color.

He kicked his feet hard, moved forward quickly, trying to run in the direction of the old man, but was stopped by several soldiers in front of him. The soldiers seemed to have discovered Zhang Xi, the mastermind who killed their officers and companions, swung the swords and long whips in his hands at him.

"Get out of the way for me!" Zhang Xi's speed did not decrease, maintained his pace and continued to rush forward.

Several soldiers were a little puzzled and didn't understand why Zhang Xi was against the knife and retaliated. However, it had nothing to do with them. Whoever could kill Zhang Xi, the culprit, would have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

Seeing that the blade was about to fall on Zhang Xi, the soldier's fast sword had already had the joy of victory on his lips. A chill flashed across his neck. He noticed something and found that there was a man in a black robe next to him. Before he could see the man's face clearly, several heads rolled down from his companion next to him.

Open your mouth and you can't make a sound.

His head also rolled down.

Zhang Xi successfully broke out from among the fallen soldiers, and as the white light flashed on his left wrist, the extra person disappeared.

In the chaos, no one noticed that one person appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air.

"Uncle, you are amazing."

When he arrived in front of the old man, Zhang Xi found that the old man had broken free from the soldiers' shackles and even killed him. This operation really surprised him.

The old man looked at Zhang Xi's surprised expression and tried to smile, "Ahem, I'm not too old and useless, right?"

"You... are injured."

When Zhang Xi approached, she found that the old man's neck had been twisted and deformed.
Chapter completed!