The fighting in the slave camps intensified, and casualties continued to accumulate.
Inside the slave camp, countless corpses were piling up, gradually turning into mountains of corpses, and the strong smell of blood rose to the sky, making the sense of smell directly unconscious.
If there were people passing by in this slave camp at this time, they would definitely be smoked to tears by the smell of blood.
The smell is so strong.
Blood, converging into a river.
The slaughter continues.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the whole world seemed to tremble, and the earth collapsed.
In an instant, one by one, the living life came to naught.
They were like a thousand knives, revealing that their limbs were torn apart and their torsos were shattered.
At this moment of being devoured by blood, it is no longer possible to distinguish what a weapon is.
Blood-red hands and sharp teeth can't wait to tear face after face apart.
The brain has long lost its rationality, and it seems to be out of control to satisfy its own killing.
Now it seems that the most wonderful feeling in the world is the thrill of being able to erase everything with your own hands.
It was evening, and from a distance, it was impossible to tell whether it was the sunset or the blood staining the earth Jia Xiong looked at the people who were still standing beside him, and they had changed from the original five thousand to the current five hundred.
The first layer of the slave camp has fallen, and the second layer is slowly falling, and Jia Xiong is directing the Jia family's clan soldiers to retreat slowly.
The third layer of the slave camp is the smallest, so the defense of 500 people can be defended, and the second layer covers an area of not small, and 500 people scatter it, like a glass of water sprinkled on the ground, unable to form a strong defense.
But even if the people were evacuated to the third floor of the slave camp, Jia Xiong would hold on for a while at most.
Five hundred, unable to fight a war of tens of thousands.
The fall of the slave camps was only a matter of time, and there was not much time left.
Jia Xiong had already been put into the battlefield, his double hammer was blood-red, stained with pieces of flesh and blood, which set off the already huge giant hammer to the blood.
Dozens of people have died under his giant hammer.
But it didn't work.
Unless he can kill tens of thousands of people, otherwise, dozens of people, hundreds of people, for the Duan family's clan soldiers, it is not a bone-wrenching injury.
But one person has to kill tens of thousands of people, unless a miracle happens, no, even if a miracle happens, one person can't do that.
Even if 10,000 people are motionless, kneeling on the ground and killing you, you won't be able to kill them all in a day.
Nope.
It's completely gone.
But time hasn't passed yet.
Jia Xiong looked at the fiery red clouds in the sky and knew that it was only evening, and there were still three or four hours before the day Jia Quan said.
But now these three or four hours are undoubtedly a luxury for Jia Xiong.
At this moment, Jia Xiong had already discarded the desire to live.
Even if he can't complete the task, if he keeps a little more point, he will be able to take more opportunities for his uncle.
Jia Xiong looked around at the soldiers of the Jia family on the third floor, and the words spoken in his dry voice seemed to pop out of a crack in the stone.
"Brothers, Duan Cheng's fight is extremely hateful, this is not a war between you alone, but a war between two families, the Duan family bullied my Jia family, my Jia family gave fists, this is a natural thing, now we are trapped here, nine deaths and one life, are you afraid?"
The war had a long-lost calm at this moment, which was why Jia Xiong was able to speak.
However, the calm at this moment is nothing more than the calm before the storm, the next wave of the Duan family's offpicking, Jia Xiong knows that he is very likely to be prepared.
It was their last moment of tranquility before they died.
"Don't be afraid, cousin, the boy died on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, the dream in the hearts of many people, I am not afraid."
Jia Xiong looked at his cousin and nodded, but finally sighed.
"It's a pity that this is not a battlefield with Qiang Hu, but a battlefield with the Duan family, even if it is known to future generations, there is not much to praise."
Jia Xiong's words silenced the soldiers of the Jia family on the third layer.
Gradually, there was a cry.
Ten paces away from Jia Xiong, a young-faced pawn was holding his knees and sobbing quietly.
This cry quickly caught the cousin's eye.
"Erdan, what are you crying about, the boy bleeds without tears, your aunt didn't teach you not to cry."
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Erdan looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and at this age, he still doesn't know anything in the next life, but in this cruel era, they have to take heavy blades and kill enemies who are stronger than themselves.
This is war, only fists speak for themselves, and the excuses of weakness and age will only make you a cold corpse.
The second egg was reprimanded by his cousin, and he didn't dare to cry.
Jia Xiong beckoned to Erdan and said, "Erdan, come here." ” Jia Xiong is usually approachable in Jia's house, Erdan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, staggered away from the crowd, and ran over in small steps.
"Brother Xiong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."
Jia Xiong pulled the second egg in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of, you have to know, your aunt, your father is watching behind you, our Jia family, none of them are bad, even if they die, they have the backbone to die, you know" Erdan looked at Jia Xiong's eyes and nodded.
"Erdan knows."
Jia Xiong nodded, but sighed in his heart.
This kid is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he has never tasted the taste of a woman, and he is going to die with me, a person.
It's a pity, it's a pity.
The calm before the storm didn't last long, and the sound of crashing from the second layer was getting more and more deafening.
Jia Xiong knew that he had to take up arms now.
"Brothers, come with me, let those miscellaneous members of the Duan family's Gaoche clan see the backbone of our Jia family and kill" "Kill" "Kill" The Jia family members picked up their weapons one after another, and followed Jia Xiong to charge into battle.
Behind them is an abyss, and if you take a step back, you will die.
They can't retreat, even if they know that taking a step forward is death, but if they take a step forward, at least they will die with backbone.
And people, how can they just live one breath Jia's lobby.
Jia Quan paced back and forth anxiously, clasping his hands together.
Inside the lobby, Jia Chong came out of the back room with a bandage.
"Father, why are you so anxious?"
Jia Quan watched Jia Chong come out, and hurriedly whispered: "If you don't go back quickly, if you let others see that you are talking to me lively, then my Jia family will not lose trust in the world."
Jia Chong's face was a little indifferent.
"At home, how can there be others, besides, the son is wearing a bandage, and it looks like an injury, how can others gossip" Jia Quan shook his head, for this son, he spoiled most of the time.
He immediately led the conversation away.
"You said Jia Xiong, this kid, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Jia Xiong Jia Chong was stunned and said, "Brother hasn't come back yet."
Impossible It doesn't take much time to capture a slave camp and take all the slaves away, according to the distance from the slave camp to Guzang, even if it is enough to walk twice.
"Did my father say anything to my brother?"
Jia Quan shook his head.
"I just want him to take the slave camp and come back safely."
"Even so, my brother has always been steady, and he does not dare to neglect his father's words, so it seems that things have changed" "This is also the reason why I'm worried, Jia Xiong, this kid, is the most obedient, if he doesn't come back now, he will definitely not come back."
"Father means that my brother is trapped in a slave camp."
Jia Quanhei nodded with a calm face.
"I heard the words of Jia Kui, who just came back, that he was surrounded in a slave camp by the Duan family, and he wanted us to rescue him."
"Jia Kui" Jia Chong frowned, looking at Jia Quan, as if he wanted Jia Quan to introduce him.
"This Jia Kui is from the Marquis of Luoyang."
Hearing this, Jia Chong nodded.
"Since it is the Marquis of Luoyang, it is credible, but if you let your brother fall into the slave camp, it is really not good, and my father has to send someone to help relieve the siege as soon as possible."
Jia Quan nodded, but his frowning brow had not yet stretched.
"It's just that there aren't many clan soldiers."
"Father, my child remembers that we are more than 5,000 soldiers."
"Of course, there are more than 5,000 clan soldiers, but Guzang's industry, the safety of you and me, don't you need someone to protect you?"
Jia Quan's words made Jia Chong speechless.
But after a while, Jia Quan sighed and said: "But let Jia Xiong's kid die outside, I'm afraid our Jia family will be greatly injured, Chong'er, take dozens of clan soldiers, go to Dunhuang to call the zero gangsters, he has more than 10,000 elite soldiers under his command, you promise him benefits, he won't not come." ” Zero mix Jia Chong was stunned for a moment.
"But that bastard is a Qiang person."
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"The Duan family is not Han, he is a member of the Gaoche clan, in Liangzhou, there are only eternal interests, no eternal friends, and no eternal enemies, you have to be clear about this."
Jia Chong nodded.
He vigorously tore off the bandages on his body, and there were no scars in them, and it was obvious that these wounds were faked.
The Jia family and the Marquis of Luoyang have a secret deal.
And it's a transaction that can't be known to outsiders.
After Jia Chong tore off the bandage, he saluted Jia Quan and immediately took people out.
A team of black horsemen soon disappeared into the city of Guzang and headed towards Dunhuang.
Jia Quan thought about it again and again, and still went to the deepest part of the Jia family's courtyard, the bamboo forest.
As the smartest man of his time, Jia Quan trusted his uncle and was able to give him a good piece of advice.
This bamboo forest in the depths of Jia's house is not big, but it is definitely not small, at least it is not a problem to hide an elegant courtyard, not to mention that in the courtyard, there is even a small pond frozen, on top of the small pond, there is a pavilion, at this time in this small pavilion, there is an old man in Confucian clothes.
This old man looked like he was about to reach the end of his life, and he was withered, but those eyes were still shining, not Jia Xu, who was it "Nephew Jia Quan, meet your uncle" Jia Xu looked up at Jia Quan, and his old face showed a smile.
"Nephew, why do you have time to come to my uncle's place today, is it because you want to have a few games with me?"
After Jia Xu arrived in Guzang, he loved to play chess, and Jia Quan was originally afraid of conflict with Jia Xu, but Jia Xu was indifferent to fame and fortune, and it seemed that he was tired of the power struggle.
On the surface, it is to let Jia Xu retire, but it is not to imprison Jia Xu.
For his uncle, Jia Quan is more afraid, followed by respect.
But at this time, Jia Quan also had to ask his uncle for advice.
"Uncle, my nephew is here, I have something to ask my uncle."
"Excuse me," Jia Xu's tone looked a little surprised.
"You can already be on your own, why do you still have to ask me about something, it's because you're not confident enough" "It's not that I'm not confident enough, it's that my nephew wants to hear what advice my uncle has to offer."
Jia Xu nodded, put down the matter at hand, and said to Jia Quan: "Since you have something to ask, then ask, uncle's health is not as good as day by day, maybe he will no longer be alive that day, now uncle can help our family a little, just help a little." ” Jia Quan felt a little nostalgic, and hurriedly stepped forward and said to Jia Xu: "Uncle and nephew don't want to listen to this, although my uncle is getting older and older, his body will always be tough." ” Jia Xu waved his hand and said, "My own body, I don't know about it, just don't talk to you about these frustrating words, you and I will tell the matter." ” Jia Quan's eyes flickered, nodded, and told Jia Xu all the things that had happened in the past few days.
After listening to Jia Quan's words, Jia Xu smiled on his face and asked Jia Quan, "Now you can ask me questions." ” "Uncle don't think about it first" "When your question comes out, it's not too late for me to think about it."
Jia Quan nodded, and immediately said, "I want to ask, is this Luoyang Marquis credible?"
Luoyang Hou is not credible in the end Jia Xu lowered his head and groaned, and said with a smile: "From what you said, I think that Luoyang Hou is not credible. ” "Why" Jia Xu's answer was not what he thought.
"Because according to what you said, Luoyang Hou has too many things to do, but what he has obtained is not as much as our Jia family, and my uncle feels very unreasonable."
There are only eternal interests, no eternal friends. was said by Jia Xu, Jia Quan really expected the strangeness.
"Then this is Luoyang Hou lying to me" I didn't want Jia Xu to shake his head.
"Not exactly."
"Not all" Jia Xu nodded.
"You have to know what Luoyang Hou wants to get, so that you can say whether he is lying to you or not."
What Luoyang Hou wanted Jia Quan thought about it and immediately knew the answer.
"He wants us all to listen to him."
"That's right, then, eliminating the Duan family is obviously not in line with Luoyang Hou's expectations, because in this way, the Jia family, he can't control it."
Jia Quan seemed to have caught something.
"In this way, the Marquis of Luoyang wants to consume us, and attacking the slave camp is to make us suffer internally."
Jia Xu nodded.
"Damn, this Luoyang Hou looks white and pure, I didn't expect his heart to be so black, hateful" Jia Quan's face was flushed, obviously angry.
"So, what do I do now?"
Unconsciously, Jia Xu has already grasped the initiative to speak.
"Loss Reduction" Jia Quan nodded, bowed to Jia Xu, and said, "What my uncle said is that my nephew will go and reduce losses."
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