He used all his strength in every punch and kick, so in just a moment, the soldier was curled up on the ground and howling in pain, and his face was swollen into a pig's face.
But soon, several soldiers rushed up and rushed towards Sheng Qianmo with malicious faces. Sheng Qianmo was like an iron man who didn't know the pain. Facing the swords of these men, every time he struck, he hit the vital point directly, hitting him hard. The soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and there were already wounds on his body, with blood oozing out.
His eyes became more and more bloodthirsty and cold, and the knuckles of his fists were covered in blood, like a man who had walked out of hell.
Here, it is not that no slaves have resisted, but the consequences of resistance are often only one, death.
The life of a slave is of least value.
But Sheng Qianmo did something that no slave dared to do, beat the officers and soldiers, and knocked them all to the ground with one against ten.
Many slaves roared excitedly, "Good fight!"
But this excitement did not last long. Before long, many soldiers came.
The soldiers who were knocked down on the city gate howled and cursed: "Beat him to death!"
No matter how good Sheng Qianmo is in fighting, he still can't fight hundreds of soldiers at once. This is unrealistic.
He stood there, staring at the approaching soldiers with a cold face, clenching his fists very hard, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, dripping on the masonry under his feet.
"Kill him!" Several soldiers who fell on the ground echoed. It was obvious that they were too arrogant here. No one had ever dared to be more arrogant than them. Sheng Qianmo's attack could become a thorn in the eyes of these people. , He will not stop until he is tortured to death.
But this time the leader who led the queue glanced at Sheng Qianmo and said, "The superiors have ordered that this person cannot die."
"Captain Chen, he dares to do this to us, are we just going to let it go? Then how are we going to take care of these cheap slaves in the future?!"
Team Chen looked at Sheng Qianmo again and said, "As long as you don't beat him to death, the rest is up to you."
"Brothers, go ahead! Beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy!"
Will Sheng Qianmo beg for mercy
No.
He continued to fight. Those people didn't know why he could carry it so well, but they had the advantage because of their strength in numbers, and they were not timid this time.
Sheng Qianmo kept beating until he no longer had the strength to fight back, and was finally knocked to the ground by them.
The faces of those people were more vicious than the others, and they called him to beg for mercy.
Sheng Qianmo slowly closed his eyes and endured the punches and kicks without shouting or saying a word.
He was bleeding from many places on his body, and the tip of his nose was filled with blood.
"Okay, okay, stop beating people to death..."
"Tsk, I really would rather die than give in. I won't even scream for mercy..."
"Someone come! Drag him back!"
Wen Youyi quickly ran up and carried Sheng Qianmo back, who was covered in blood, with two other people.
"How could they do this to King Sheng..." one person cried.
Wen Youyi: "Keep your voice down, don't call him like that here, it will get you into trouble."
The reason why Wen Youyi can be relatively calm among a few people is because he has been a hard worker in Seoul a long time ago, so he can endure the humiliation. But Sheng Qianmo is different, he has always been The person who was aloof and respected by the people, now fell into this mud, but still refused to restrain his cold, arrogant and bloody side. He saw the demeanor of this northern general. ,