Fanaticism will eventually be destroyed by technology!

Faced with powerful modern weapons, the so-called fanaticism is the same as barbarism, but it can only be used to prove the power of weapons.

Under fierce artillery fire, the city will be destroyed, the body will be crushed, and the slaves will be liberated!

"put!"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, hundreds of people who resisted were killed by the walls of the city. Those who held meshes and scimitars and clamors were simply vulnerable in front of modern weapons. Moreover, their number was very limited.

When the resisting men were killed, the women in black robes pulled the children and looked at them tremblingly. They all knew that for thousands of years, since the Tianfang Cult came out of the desert and conquered this land, the rule of war here was that after killing men, women and children became slaves to the conquerors.

Compared to the panic-lost women, the released slaves looked at the destroyed city with a numb and yearning look.

Unlike most countries in the world, slaves existed in any city within the Ottoman Empire, and the number was very wide. It was not until 1891 that the Ottoman Empire agreed to ban the slave trade and abolish the slave system under foreign pressure.

Perhaps Alishi City is a very small city, but there are also slaves here. In addition to a few white slaves, there are many black slaves, mainly black female slaves. When they watched a group of black-skinned women walking out of the ruins, they all opened their eyes wide in surprise.

"This, this...is the legendary Yasha?"

But the next moment, someone patted Ma Yuqiang's head and said.

“They are black.”

Black person?

After a moment of silence, everyone remembered the black people introduced in the book when they were in school. They lived in Africa and seemed to have a small number of black women in China.

Looking at the black women, most of them were carrying their children, Ma Yuqiang said in confusion.

"Why are all women? Are men going there?"

There were also a large number of black male slaves in the Ottoman Empire, but they were all castrated and used. In such small towns, the number of black male slaves was very rare. However, there were many female slaves from Africa, from Sudan Darfur to the coastal areas of East Africa, where there were Tianfang slave hunting teams everywhere.

When male slaves were castrated and sold to big cities, thousands of female slaves were sold to various parts of the Ottoman Empire every year. Slave owners would place these black female slaves in their homes or farms to allow them to reproduce with a few white slaves. When selling cattle and sheep, they would sell the descendants of the slaves together, although according to their doctrine, they would not allow the separation of children from their mothers. However, it did not prevent these female slaves from being reproductive machines, and they had only one function, constantly giving birth to mixed-race small slaves for slave owners. The masters would not regard the children born by the slave as their own children. Those who were a little older would go to bakeries and work for a long time and do heavy work.

Of course, they also have to engage in physical labor. Just like these female black slaves, they not only give birth to mixed-race small slaves with white slaves like fertility machines, but also have to do housework and various labor. Now, when their masters are terrified and anxiously waiting for an unknown fate, these slaves are numbly standing beside their masters, and only a few white slaves look at these Eastern people with hopeful eyes. These white slaves are the so-called "breeding slaves". In the green world, "breeding slaves" is an extremely special existence. They are all white people without exception. In addition to working, they are also fertile mixed-race small slaves with different female black slaves.

Are they Chinese?

These white slaves from Ukraine or Austria may have never met Chinese people, but they do not prevent them from looking at Chinese people with hopeful eyes.

Will they really bring freedom to everyone?

Just as these slaves looked at Ma Yuqiang and others with wings, Li Mo walked forward and said to the slaves in Tianfang.

"You are free."

free!

For many slaves, death is often freedom, and death is liberation.

For slaves who have been enslaved for many years, they often do nothing when facing freedom. Just like for Kochakin, perhaps he longs for freedom and to return to the Ukrainian prairie to find his beloved lover, but after gaining freedom, he was a little at a loss.

Like the slaves who revolted in Rumanai, after the city was occupied by the Chinese, Kochakin had two choices, one was to release them as free people and the other was to join the Free Legion. Compared with the former, these newly freed slaves chose the latter, the latter had 100 Akche's military pay per month.

The Akche silver coins are the common currency of the Ottoman Empire. Each resident in the empire has to pay 300 Akche silver coins every year. This kind of silver coins are very small, weighing only about 0.3 grams, and 100 Akche is about one tael of silver.

For the Ming Dynasty, the "Freedom Legion" with a monthly salary of one or two taels was a cheap cannon fodder. For slaves like Kochajin, it not only means high salaries, but also means they have a means to make a living. For slaves without any property, being a soldier is undoubtedly the best choice.

But even as a soldier of the "Free Legion", Kochajin was still a little useless. As a slave, he seemed to have long been used to the orders of his master. When there was no order, he didn't even know what to do. Even when he was in charge of the *** officials, they called them "masters".

For slaves like Kochakin and others, the remaining time after the training is over every day is undoubtedly extremely boring. Even after leaving the barracks, these at a loss will gather together, drinking wine in the tavern, and passing the boring time.

The tavern at the port is semi-open air, and the operators are Ming Shangs who come with the fleet. The wine is from Tianzhu or Nanyang. Most of the people who drink are Ming soldiers. Although people are not divided into different levels here, soldiers of the Free Legion like Kochakin will still sit in relatively remote corners.

"Hey, the master's training is too short. According to me, we should train for sixteen or eighteen hours a day. In this way, we can fall asleep as long as we return to the tent, which will be so boring."

When they were slaves, they had to bear more than 18 hours of physical labor every day. Now, their training is only ten hours. Compared to the past, the current training is simply a pediatric department, and they even have a day off every five days. It is precisely because of this that they have time to drink and brag in the tavern next to the port.

Men drink together, from complaining and bragging at the beginning to talking about women at the end, they will of course look at the Tianfang women in the arms of Ming soldiers with envy, and those women look down on them, such "poor ghosts".

Perhaps it was because of envy, I heard Sarkozy say.

"Oh, actually, sometimes I miss the days before. My original master had more than a dozen black female slaves and mixed-race female slaves. He would always assign us to breed them. I still remember the day when it was my turn to work, the master asked the four female slaves to live in the same house with me, and even gave us a bottle of wine and some food, and then we just fell asleep like that..."

As soon as his words fell, someone answered.

"In addition to you, there must be a black eunuch outside the door humming pulp songs, beating drums, and supervising your man-creating labor in the next few days."

"Yes, at that time, it was the time when those black eunuchs were the most jealous of us. They even lie outside the door and peek. Every time this time, I will..."

While they were chatting there, they did not notice that someone was listening to their words. At the nearby table, there were a few men in short clothes in arrows. Since they were not soldiers or military merchants. But journalists, those reporters were from the country. The reason why they came here from thousands of miles was to record the war personally. Now, some of them were attracted by the words of Kochakin and others.

"What makes people feel most shameful is that our only shy clothes will be pulled off. Slave owners will check the size and health of their genitals so that they can mate with other female slaves."

When they heard these words, the reporters didn't even know whether they should envy them or sympathize with them. After all, as men, this kind of experience is enviable, but their experience is also sympathetic. After all, in the eyes of slave owners, they are just animals. breeding animals.

"So sadly, we never know what our children look like, nor even whether their mothers have children. They have never known where their fathers are from the day they were born. Their identities they had just been born were already destined to be slaves..."

The mixed-race slaves born to female slaves can increase the sultan's labor force by 15-16 hours a day. Like their fathers, they will undertake the hard work of building dams, fortresses, and castles. They will live as slaves and eventually die like their fathers.

The reporters who had originally listened to the ears couldn't help but sympathize with these people and the little slaves. It seemed that at this moment, they understood why the court had to travel thousands of miles to launch this expedition against this land, and of course, such a barbaric country would completely erase him from this world.

The Ming Dynasty came here not to expand, but to save people on this land, such as sister, these slaves who traveled from various places.

An Arabic journalist walked up to them and said.
Chapter completed!