"What?!!!"

The slave heads on the ground and the slaves behind them finally began to stir. They vaguely felt something was wrong, but they couldn't say it. Perhaps it was because of years of career in tool life that greatly weakened their intuition, and their brain-using ability was almost the same as that of animals.

So I want to make another statement that slavery is the most backward system with productivity.

If he is a resident with a normal mind, he will definitely feel the misalignment in the first place. There are only two possible actions of a lord who is not a lord but beat the guard and destroying the order of the territory.

The first possibility is that the eight palace patrols holding the Shangfang sword came out to visit privately on a private tour, or the beggar king who was ordered to beg for a golden bowl. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the dragon to cross the river to make a journey without any scruples.

The second possibility is that the person in front of him is an absolute thief, who rushed to the territory with swords, guns, swords and halberds to overthrow the sky.

Unfortunately, the feudal ruling class did not have the courage to revolutionize itself, and it was even more impossible to use any magical weapons to kill the tyrants from above and to fight against themselves. Therefore, I, a rebel, stand in front of them now, like an iron beast.

But what is before me is a bigger question: how to liberate slaves.

The true liberation of slaves is definitely not simply breaking the shackles on them. For example, the American liberation of slaves is just a formal cover-up.

Lincoln himself also clearly stated: "I have never advocated the practice of racial social and political equality between white and black people in any way; nor have I ever advocated that black people have the right to vote... Our ultimate goal is to preserve the Federation, not to abolish slavery."

Lincoln proposed the slogan of "liberation of slaves" for the war, which did not mean that he sympathized with slaves. It was just to destroy the plantation economy in the south and prevent Britain from taking the opportunity to send troops to help the south. After all, Britain was the initiator of the abolition movement.

Because it was not the true liberating slaves, the north decisively abandoned its former comrades and formed an alliance with the South after the war. The blacks were liberated, but fell into the trap of the big landlords and capitalists. The blacks in the countryside had no land and had to rent landlords' land. They worked all year round and still had nothing, and many people even had huge debts.

Because blacks in cities have no professional skills, they can only engage in the most arduous physical labor, but their rewards are one-third of those of white workers. The situation of blacks who have gained freedom is even more difficult, so one hundred years after Lincoln published the "Emancipation Manifesto", black Americans would put forward the slogan of "re-liberation".

Besides the group of people who seem to be on the verge of collapse in spirit, the rest of these slaves are all kinds of weird things, and even if I rescue them, it is useless. Overall, it is not as good as the black slaves who have no technical skills in the United States at the time.

The essence of slave liberation is to liberate productivity. I will not make any tragic hero who liberates all mankind without regrets and is finally stabbed to death by someone - the wall hanging with white hair in red clothes, don't look at it, just say you!

As the saying goes, medicine and medicine do not kill diseases, fire cannot kill people! I think I must save people too - big brother, can I spread fire?

I moved my limbs, which were a little stiff for too long, felt the hot noon sun shining along the gaps of my armor, and the hot temperature was getting stronger and stronger. The hottest time for this wilderness was coming soon.

I walked to the edge of this slave residential area, clenched my left fist and held it around my waist, and stood on the ground with my feet, simulating the strange feeling of the charging mode, imagining my body a rubber band, which tightened the force as I exerted the force, and kept accumulating strength.

As I growled, the spine behind me kept rising and falling like waves. The force was quickly transmitted along the keel, and it accurately and quickly reached the fist of the left hand, impacting the high wall that prevented them from escaping with a force of tremendous force!

The hard rammed earth wall was like a candle in the wind. After working hard for a while, it was finally blown out by a violent hurricane, collapsed without resistance, rolling up the yellow dust in the sky!

"There are only two ways before you, one dead end, that is, to stay here. When you see you slaves in the territory, even if you do nothing, you will be killed by them. Because slaves who cannot make trouble are good slaves, and dead people will not make trouble. If they cannot catch me, they can only vent their anger on you."

Hearing my words, a resentment immediately appeared in the eyes of these humble slaves in front of me. They stared at me with a desolate and vicious look, but they could not raise the idea of ​​confronting the strong.

It seems that these trash are not desperate enough, and they still fantasize about hiding here as their good slaves and enjoying this peaceful slave life.

"We won't leave you!"

Finally, the slave head kneeling in front of him gritted his teeth and shouted: "We are slaves everywhere we go, and it is useless to go anywhere! I won't go with you... I believe... we believe that the lord will not kill all of us..."

After saying that, he looked back at the other slaves present, but found that there was a strange and horrified look in their eyes. In my eyes, the kneeling slave had the same look in his eyes. He wanted to gain confidence in others in vain, but found that no one was willing to believe such lies.

I smiled coldly, stepped on his back, pressed him to the ground and couldn't move, and crawled in the dust all over the ground: "You're thinking too much! The second one is also a dead end!"

"I will leave here openly, but this is the way for the strong! What I left for you is a dog hole that can only be passed by with a bow. Don't you like to kneel? Then just kneel down."

I strengthened a little more on his back: "I want to see you running out, watch you being caught up, watch you being hacked to death, sunbathed to death, trampled to death by horse hooves, and experience all the ways of death!"

The slave-headed man on the ground struggled weakly, and beat the ground in vain with one hand: "Crazy...madman! Why do you want to torture us like this!"

"Oh? Don't you know?" I asked in a pretentious voice: "In this wasteland, the strong are the only truth. Do you think you can survive by giving up the qualification to be a human being? Sorry, what you gave up is not the qualification to be a human being, but the qualification to live!"

All heavier and shallow breathing sounds came from under his feet. Whenever he wanted to struggle, I would step on him.

"Don't you agree?" I learned a man surnamed Chang from a natural divine power, "Then you stand up! Can you still stand up!"

Then I kicked him out with one kick, and then pierced through the walls of two slave gathering areas in succession, jumped into the wide farmland, feeling that the noise was already big enough here, and shouted to them.
Chapter completed!