Nanfeng City, which is closest to Wan Yao Ridge, is a busy scene.
Countless human slaves were repairing the damaged city walls, and the original city walls were also being raised and reinforced.
Although it was late at night, the city walls were still brightly lit.
The city lord and defending general of Nanfeng City is named Nangong Tao, a relative of Nangong Wei. It is precisely because of this blood relationship that Nangong Tao was able to become the general of Nanfeng City.
Nangong Tao's cultivation had only reached the third level of the magic realm, which was not as good as a centurion. Not only was his cultivation low, he was also slow and confused in doing things, and was particularly timid.
Two days ago, Ouyang Dao and Jiang Qi, with only a thousand demon warriors, broke through the gate of Nanfeng City. Nangong Tao was so scared that he ordered all the 5,000 defenders in the city not to go out to fight, but to stay in the city lord's mansion to protect themselves.
Fortunately, Ouyang Dao and Jiang Qi were just creating momentum and passing by Nanfeng City, and they didn't care about Nangong Tao's life or death.
Nangong Wei sent 20,000 men to support Nangong Nu. Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at Wan Yao Ridge, news came that the 100,000-man army was wiped out, so the 20,000 men stayed in Nanfeng City.
He quickly contacted Nangong Wei: "Brother, I'm worried that the demons from Wan Yao Ridge will attack my Nanfeng City again. I only have 5,000 soldiers, which is too few. You can leave the 20,000 troops behind to defend the city for me."
With the help of Jiang Zhong and others, Nangong Wei was full of confidence and felt that he had a strong army, so the 20,000-strong backup force stayed in Nanfeng City.
"These 20,000 people are left to you. You must defend Nanfeng City for me. If you feel that the enemy is too strong, just stay in Nanfeng City. I have received help from Mojiang City and Bingxue City. They have promised to send 100,000 soldiers to serve me."
After hearing what Nangong Wei said, Nangong Tao finally felt relieved.
One of his men gave Nangong Tao some advice: "General Nangong, more than half of our city wall has been destroyed by the demon tribe's magic crystal cannons. If we want to defend against the demon tribe's attacks, we must not only repair the city wall, but also raise it higher."
"Good idea. Let the human slaves in the city repair the city wall for me overnight. They will not be allowed to rest until it is repaired."
In Nangong Wei's territory, the human race has no right to live.
They were just slaves of the demons, working for them, cultivating crops, digging ditches, and building houses. They did the most work, but were not well fed and clothed.
The cruelest thing is that without the freedom and dignity of life, the demons can beat and scold humans at will, and even deprive humans of their lives.
As night fell, moonlight poured down on the city walls like mercury.
Seeing that the city wall was about to be repaired, Nangong Tao was so excited that he couldn't sleep, but he was even more afraid that the demons would invade.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the troops on the city wall, mixed with shouting, cursing and crying.
Nangong Tao yawned and asked the deputy general, "What's going on over there? Why is there so much noise? Go and take a look."
The deputy general walked up to the team repairing the city wall angrily and said, "Why are you arguing? Get to work."
A big demon holding a whip, he is the supervisor responsible for watching the human slaves work.
He quickly reported to the deputy general with a smirk on his face: "General, a human was caught stealing something. I am punishing the thief, and the thief's mother is pleading for him."
The deputy general looked over with disdain and saw a human child lying on the open ground not far away.
The child's skinny back was covered in blood from the beatings. A woman next to him knelt on the ground, crying. She tried to rush over several times, but was held back by the demon man and could not move forward.
Seeing the demon's deputy general coming over, she knew he was an officer. A glimmer of hope flashed across the woman's tear-red eyes. She quickly ran over, fell to her knees at the deputy's feet, and begged bitterly with tears in her eyes.
"General, please be kind and let my child go. He is only ten years old. He will be beaten to death. It's my fault. I was sick and couldn't work. I couldn't get food. My child was afraid that I would be hungry, so he took a steamed bun. He just wanted to give me a steamed bun."
Aliang's small back was so thin that it was just skin and bones, and was covered in blood from being whipped. In some places, he was so thin that even the white bones were exposed.
His thin body kept shaking, but he clenched his hands tightly, and in his hands there was a steamed bun covered in mud.
His eyes showed fear and pain, but there were no tears. He did not cry, for he knew that no matter how much he cried or begged, he could not escape a beating.
He just felt bad for his mother, who was sick and unable to work, but the demons refused to give her food because she couldn't work.
It’s a pity that my mother didn’t get to eat the steamed bun as it fell into the mud and got dirty. But if the dirt-covered skin could be peeled off, it could still be eaten.
The deputy general sneered cruelly, kicked the woman hard in the chest, causing her to cover her chest and have difficulty breathing, unable to even cry.
The little boy saw his mother being kicked and fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but just as his thin arms supported his frail body, he fell down again.
His cracked lips moved as he tried to help his fallen mother up. He was beaten all over but didn't shed any tears. However, when he saw his mother being kicked down, tears of pain welled up in his eyes.
The deputy general showed a look of contempt: "If you steal, you should be beaten to death, you human parasites, we give you food, you must work, if you don't work, you will get nothing."
After saying that, the deputy general turned around and left. He would not care about the life or death of the mother and child.
Those who were working put down their work one after another, their eyes filled with sadness, but they were very helpless. They could not resist and could only endure it silently.
The demon clan man looked at the people with disdain. He sneered and said, "Our rule is that anyone who steals must be whipped fifty times. I only whipped him twenty times. This little bastard has stolen more than once. This time, I must not let him off. He must receive the full fifty whips."
The big man raised the long whip in his hand again. People all looked sideways, unable to bear to watch any longer. This skinny child, let alone fifty whips, might be dead if he was whipped a few more times.
The woman was kicked and it took her a while to catch her breath. Seeing that the demon man was still trying to beat her child, a crazy look came over her face. She wanted to rush over to protect her child, but a demon man grabbed her arm and she couldn't rush over at all. No matter how hard she struggled, she was powerless.
"My child, no, you will beat him to death."
Her heart-wrenching screams made many people cry, but people were powerless and could only watch sadly.
The demons are very powerful. One whip can cut off a large piece of skin and flesh. Adults are often beaten to death by demons, let alone a child of only ten years old.