Chapter 381: Slaughter

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The Nanman Army was stunned in an instant.

The city gate collapsed and ignited instantly, immediately trapping the one hundred thousand Nanman troops inside the city.

Following that, explosions in other locations occurred in the same manner; every single blast triggered a raging fire, and the entire Jiangzhou seemed to be set ablaze in this very moment.

The one hundred thousand Nanman Army was in a state of panic.

Luo Huo even spat blood and roared in anger: "Murong Che, it was in vain that this Prince trusted you so much; you have actually betrayed me like this!"

"Traitor!"

"Dog thief!"

"Kill him!"

The generals around Luo Huo had already pounced over.

Murong Che had long been seeking death, and now seeing everything he had designed come to fruition just as he wished, he laughed heartily. Without even looking at Luo Huo, he raised his head to look at Jia Shu, who was still standing on the high tower, and shouted loudly: "Lord Jia, if there is an afterlife, we shall talk again!"

Jia Shu cupped his hands from afar: "A poem by the Young Master, to bid farewell to Master Murong!"

"In life, be an outstanding man!"

"In death, be a hero among ghosts!"

"To this day, we think of Xiang Yu!"

"Who refused to cross the Jiangdong!"

"Good!"

Murong Che laughed heartily, and without waiting for those people to approach him, he drew his sword and cut his own throat on the spot.

Jia Shu was shaken to his core watching this.

Utterly heroic!

"You, you, you..."

"Pfft..."

Luo Huo was so angry that a mouthful of old blood sprayed out, and he shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, open that city gate and let this Prince out!"

Alas, the main gate had already begun to burn fiercely at this moment. The speed of ignition was extremely fast. This largest dragon of fire had even begun to burn the entire city tower...

The Nanman Army panicked all at once.

Never mind that there was simply no place to find the water needed to extinguish the fire at this moment. Even if they found it, it would not be enough to put out these flames. Moreover, what was burning at this time was not just the city tower, but also the buildings on the streets. One after another, dragons of fire shot up into the sky.

In an instant, Jiangzhou had become a city of fire. The air around everyone seemed to have been ignited; the extreme high temperature, the pungent smell, and the ruthless flames began to devour the Nanman Army in an instant.

"Quick, quick, quick, protect this Prince, protect this Prince!"

Luo Huo was scared witless and fled in a panic.

At this moment.

The fifty thousand Nanman who had just left the city were also dumbfounded.

What was this situation?

They had just left the city, and it had started burning like this inside.

At first, they blamed the one hundred thousand slaves who had just left the city, and many even began killing them on the spot. However... killing was useless at this moment. What about Luo Huo? Although the Nanman system was loose, Luo Huo was a Prince; if something happened to Luo Huo, they would have no way to survive if they returned!

"Quick, save the Great King!"

"Break open the city gate!"

The fifty thousand Nanman soldiers were anxious at the gate. Only then did they begin to regret why they had blocked the other city gates when they occupied Jiangzhou! At this moment, without proper tools, it was impossible to open those blocked city gates!

So...

They could only find a Method at the main gate!

"Quick, charge in for me!"

The Nanman soldiers saw the raging fire; wouldn't they die if they went in? Thus, they once again set their sights on the one hundred thousand slaves, intimidating them to be responsible for breaking open the gate.

When the slaves saw this situation, they were already stunned.

How did a fire just start like this?

They stared blankly at the city where they had lived for so long; this fire had truly burned away all the hope in their hearts, and even their fear.

At this moment, these Nanman still wanted them to charge the city gate?

Charging the gate was death, and fighting them was also death!

Then why not start fighting?

A young man turned back and shouted angrily: "Fellow villagers, who is willing to be a slave to this bunch of barbarians! We are all Longyan people, are they worthy! Rebel!"

If not for this great fire, and if they were not being forced by the Nanman to jump into the fire to open the city gate, these people would still be thinking of surviving by any means.

But...

In the face of death, if they could choose the way to die, they would rather choose the latter!

Because if they rebelled at this moment, there was still a possibility of survival!

If they really charged into the fire, that would be a dead end!

It must be said.

This man, Murong Che, had indeed mastered the human heart to a state of perfection. Before he died, he had long considered the conflict between these one hundred thousand slaves and the fifty thousand Nanman soldiers... He believed that a fire at the city gate would be enough to stir up the desire for resistance in these people with the threat of death.

Sure enough.

Once this man's words were spoken, the other captives also rose up in anger.

"Rebel!"

"Fight them!"

"We have one hundred thousand people, they only have fifty thousand, what is there to fear!"

One hundred thousand captives acting at the same time was, in truth, quite a spectacular sight. Although they were currently locked in iron chains, they were, after all, numerous and powerful; as long as they worked together to seize some weapons and hack through the chains, it would not be difficult.

And so.

A hand-to-hand battle began right before the great fire.

At the very beginning, these captives did not have very strong combat power because they had been abused for the past two months. Especially since they had no weapons in their hands, they could only rely on their numerical advantage, with three or five people pouncing on a single Southern Barbarian soldier at once, but even so, they were easily cut down one by one by the ferocious Southern Barbarian soldiers, one slash at a time, one sword thrust at a time...

Fresh blood splashed everywhere...

Severed limbs flew about...

However...

Death and fresh blood, in many instances, can always cause a person's adrenaline to secrete rapidly; in other words, it is very easy to make people lose their heads. Thinking back, if the Qin army had given Chen Sheng and Wu Guang a way to live, they certainly would not have rebelled. What is truly terrifying is when you do not even give them a single path to survival...

Since it is death either way, then why not die together?

"Ah!"

The more fresh blood there was, the more it seemed to ignite the mettle of these Jiangzhou commoners.

If five people aren't enough, then ten!

If ten people still die, then twenty!

At this moment, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, they all went mad.

This surge of energy directly terrified that group of Southern Barbarian soldiers.

They were afraid of death.

They wanted to go home; they did not want to die in this strange, foreign land. Therefore, psychologically, as they looked at those ferocious faces amidst the flames and the carnage, they were the ones who became fearful first.

"Bang!"

Just at this moment, a young Southern Barbarian soldier's hand trembled, and his long saber fell to the ground.

This moment.

Seemed to cause the situation to enter a true standoff. A crowd of captives surged forward, seized this first saber, and hacked through their iron chains, and after that, there was a second, a third, a fourth...

Inside and outside the city.

The chaotic slaughter began.