(Book Three: Trial's Eye)
Brass Town, located southwest of Icestone City, got its name from a brass vein buried underground.
There weren't many locals in the town, and most of them were slaves who worked in the mines.
But now, these slaves who were supposed to be exploited in the dark mines were leisurely wandering the streets as if they were free people.
If they weren't so weak and skinny, they would be no different from free people.
The reason for this situation wasn't because the mine owners suddenly found their conscience and decided to give the slaves a vacation, but because the mine owners had all run away.
They had no choice but to run. If they didn't run, they would lose their lives.
Any commoner in Brass Town with a bit of wealth had all run away, not to mention the town officials and mine owners.
Under the ravages of famine, Brass Town had become a giant barrel of gunpowder. The slaves who didn't have enough to eat didn't care about the overseers' whips. They were about to starve to death, and you still want me to work?
Thus, the starving slaves started a rebellion. They smashed the shackles on their feet, killed the overseers, and chased away the town's garrison, successfully taking over the town.
This small town, which used to be quite prosperous, gradually became desolate and depressing after this rebellion.
The slaves whose eyes were green with hunger began to rummage through the town in search of any food they could stuff into their stomachs.
But they were still hungry!
A few slave leaders were gathered in a tavern in the center of town.
They had to solve the problem of food, or else this town would really become a ghost town.
"You said you can find food?" A slave leader looked at the unfamiliar guest across from him and asked cautiously.
Sarre nodded and said confidently, "Of course, as long as you listen to me, you will definitely be able to fill your stomachs."
"Then tell us, where can we find food?"
Sarre said word by word, "Icestone City!"
The slave leaders were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Kid, are you messing with us?"
"That's the castle of a noble lord! There are knights inside! "
"Not only are there knights, there's also a large army. Do you want us to die?"
… …
In the face of everyone's doubts, Sarre's expression did not change. He slowly raised a finger.
"Firstly, there aren't many troops in Icestone City. Most of the Angele family's private army had already been buried in the Sky Ice Plains, and the rest were brought to Silvermoon City by Viscount Angley.
Although we have recruited a new batch of soldiers, their combat strength is very weak. "
Without waiting for the slave leaders to refute, Sarre raised another finger.
"Secondly, Viscount Angley is currently not in the city. Of the three Knights in the city, one followed him to Silvermoon City, and one has already gone to Ice Lake Town to quell the rebellion there. Only one Knight remains in Icestone City."
The slave leaders looked at each other and seemed to be moved.
A smug smile appeared on Sarre's face as he raised another finger. "Third, I've already contacted the slaves in the city. They will start a rebellion tomorrow night!
So, what are you afraid of? "
This time, the slave leaders were even more restless as they began to whisper to each other.
In the end, one of the slave leaders suddenly questioned Sarre, "Why should we believe you?"
Sarre spread his hands. "Do you have any other choice? Either stay in Brass Town and gnaw on ores, or follow me to Icestone City and take a gamble! "
These words finally caused the expressions of most of the slave leaders to change. A flame called ambition was ignited in their eyes.
After a fierce debate, the slave leaders finally came to a consensus.
"Alright, we'll go with you!"
… …
The faint light of dawn slowly shone from the east, slowly tearing apart the darkness that enveloped the land bit by bit.
The hazy light shone on the snow on the ground, sparkling and translucent.
The slaves of Brass Town had already gathered in the wilderness north of the town before dawn. They were about to faint from hunger and could not wait to head to the place their leaders had promised them — — a place filled with food!
Sarre looked at the five thousand slaves gathered behind him, his heart full of ambition.
Like a real general, he pointed in the direction of Icestone City and loudly ordered:
"Advance!"
Unfortunately, the slaves' weak replies made his performance seem a bit comical.
However, this little bit of awkwardness was unable to extinguish the flames of ambition rising in Sarre's heart.
He was like a real leader, leading his own army towards glory and victory!
However, before they could walk far, the ground suddenly began to tremble slightly.
The grass began to sway, and translucent dewdrops dripped down, finally sinking into the soil.
The trembling of the ground grew stronger and stronger. Even the grass snapped and fell helplessly, sticking tightly to the ground.
Tap tap tap …
It was as if spring thunder had exploded the ground, or as if a flood was surging forth.
The withered grass and shattered gravel on the ground began to tremble, as if boiling water was boiling.
The continuous sound of hooves came from afar, as if the earth was about to be torn apart.
Sarre abruptly turned his head and saw countless black shadows suddenly appear in the east, instantly filling up the ground without a single gap.
The weather changed, and even the sun that had just risen was covered by the black flag.
The dense horde of cavalry swept towards the slave rebel army in Brass Town with an aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas!
The tall warhorses did not care about the existence of the grass and gravel at all, galloping on the ground that was still covered in a thin layer of snow.
The snow that had yet to melt shattered under the hooves of the horses, emitting a dazzling light under the sun.
Wooo — —
An ear-piercing bugle sounded. That was the order to attack!
In that instant, Sarre felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His mind was blank, and he stood stupidly on the spot, as if he had become an ice sculpture.
His past ambitions, unwillingness, dreams, and the beautiful figure buried in the depths of his memories melted like snow in front of this apocalyptic cavalry charge.
"It's the leader's army! Run! "
In front of this kind of attack, the slave rebel army did not even dare to think of resisting, and they scattered in a hubbub.
However, this kind of action was no different from suicide.
Even if the slaves were given two more legs, they would not be able to outrun the charging cavalry.
"Kill!"
Countless cavalry roared, and like wolves in a flock of sheep, they charged into the slave rebel army and began a bloody massacre.
Blood flowed freely, and heads flew everywhere.
In front of the unstoppable force of the Black Cavalry, the five thousand rebel slaves were no different from five thousand pigs.
Colin casually chopped down a rebel soldier who was stunned on the spot, as if he had been scared silly by the charge of the Black Cavalry.
Isn't this the filial son?
Sneering in his heart, Colin did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and he urged his horse forward.
It was as if he had just casually crushed an ant.
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