Chapter 200 Chaos in Linhe Town

When Damozny hurried to the consul's mansion, the scene before him was chaos.

I saw several carriages parked outside the mansion, and countless slaves were busy carrying belongings to the carriages.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Damozny's heart, and he rushed towards the house.

Sure enough, after entering the courtyard, he saw the consul Zachary Mo Earls directing the servants to pack things.

The Unsullied Guards on the side were already fully armed and waiting here. Obviously, the other party planned to escape from here.

Damozny was extremely angry when he saw the other party's behavior, but thinking of the noble word "Mo" in the other party's name and the current situation, he finally gritted his teeth, quickly ran to the other party, bowed and said: "Lord Zachary, the rioting slaves are gathering outside the city. I need your help."

Hearing this, Zachary turned around and glanced at him, and said hurriedly: "You came at the right time. Quickly organize soldiers for me and escort me back to Astapor."

Hearing this, Tamozni became more and more angry. He suppressed his anger and said: "Lord Zachary, it may not be safe to leave Linhe Town. Once we lose the protection of the city wall, we will be devoured by those slaves and no bones will be left." , why don’t we hold Linhe Town and wait for reinforcements? I received news that the counter-rebellion army led by Morizdan has already set off, and the other party will definitely come to support when they learn about the situation here. "

Zachary shook his head and said: "It's too dangerous to stay here. After those slaves broke through Shahen Town, they killed all the good masters there. Before those slaves had time to surround the northern city gate, now is the time. Good time to leave.”

After listening to the other party's words, Damozny finally couldn't help but angrily shouted: "Sir Zachary, are you going to abandon Linhe Town and escape back to Astapor like a dog?"

Zachary looked at him in shock at first, as if he couldn't believe that the other party dared to say such humiliating words to him.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and roared: "Damozny, be careful what you say. I am a nobleman with the word 'Mo'. I can hang you for humiliating the nobleman. I order you now to send an army to escort me immediately." When I leave the city, I can pretend that what happened today never happened.”

Damozny looked at the other party with a sneer and said: "Zakri, if you want to escape back to Astapor, just get out. Don't even think about asking for an army escort. They still have to stay to defend the city. I will not approach the river." Give up the town to those lowly slaves." After that, he ignored the other party and turned to leave without looking back.

Zachary kept shouting from behind: "Stop! Stop! How dare you disobey my order." As he spoke, he angrily smashed several objects around him.

Damozny turned a deaf ear, and after joining the guards, he hurried towards the city wall. Since he could not seek help from the consul, he must go back as soon as possible to prepare for the slaves' siege.

As he hurried forward, he inadvertently glanced at both sides of the street. This sight shocked his heart.

He found that the slaves who were usually obedient and submissive, now looked at him in a very different way than before.

There seemed to be some different emotions in those eyes, including expectation, desire, and even a hint of resistance.

The arrival of the rebel army undoubtedly planted the seeds of hope in the hearts of these slaves, making them begin to long for a new possibility.

Damozny's heart was instantly filled with uncontrollable anger.

In his understanding, slaves were born as inferior beings, and they only deserved to tremble and obey under his own feet.

But now, they dared to look at him with such eyes, which was a great offense to his noble status.

Under the impact of anger, his face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.

The veins on his forehead were clearly visible like small snakes about to burst out.

"You humble slaves, how dare you be so presumptuous!" Damozny roared angrily. His voice was like thunder, echoing in the silent streets.

This roar was not only a rebuke to the slaves, but also a strong protest against the challenge to his authority.

The moment he shouted these words, he seemed to be releasing all the anger in his heart through this roar.

After saying this, he quickly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist and pulled out the knife with lightning speed. The sword flashed and swung towards the slave closest to him.

The slave he chopped down fell into a pool of blood before he even had time to react.

There was no mercy in Damozny's heart. In his opinion, these slaves must pay a heavy price for their "boldness."

The guards nearby were shocked by his anger, and they stared blankly at the angry Damozny in front of them.

"Kill everyone who dared to raise their heads just now." Damozni roared.

The guardsmen were well aware of Damozny's temper, and at this time, they did not dare to disobey him in the slightest.

They all responded in unison: "Yes!" Then, like hungry wolves pouncing on food, they began to chase and kill the slaves crazily.

The slaves were horrified. They had secretly expected the rebels to bring about changes, but they did not expect that they would be punished so cruelly.

Some slaves screamed in despair, their voices full of fear and helplessness; others fled in panic, like headless flies. They didn't know where to go, they just knew they had to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.

The streets suddenly fell into chaos, and an atmosphere of fear filled every corner.

Outside the city, the rebels managed to sort out the chaotic formation with Kyle's efforts.

Kyle stood in front of the team, frowning slightly.

At this moment, a subordinate hurriedly ran over and said urgently: "Sir Kyle, we just received news that a good man has escaped from the north. Do we want to pursue him?"

Kyle shook his head slowly and said, "No, no need, let them go."

The men looked troubled and asked quickly: "Sir, those are good masters, why should we let them go?"

Looking at his men's expressions and the whip marks on their bodies, Kyle knew that the men couldn't let go of their hatred and wanted to kill every good person.

After thinking about it, Kyle patiently explained: "Our goal is to use them to attract the army sent by Astapor. These people will report the situation here back to Astapor, and the good Lord will definitely An army will be sent to rescue. Only when the army of the Good Lord arrives can we have the opportunity to use the terrain advantages here to annihilate the opponent. If we want to liberate everyone, we must not only see the hatred in front of us, but also consider our long-term goals. "

The subordinates nodded thoughtfully after listening to Kyle's explanation.