Daming Town Haiwang

Chapter 1239, My surname is Ma, I am no longer a pariah
"Kill!"

While screaming, Alexei and Andre clenched the spears in their hands, and bravely rushed to the front.

Behind them, the same is true of the slave army, each of them rushed up desperately, for fear of being robbed of their credit.

The reward meeting held by King Ning in Arag was obviously very effective.

King Ning not only freed the slaves who had made great contributions, but also gave them a lot of rewards, which made all the slaves see hope, and the blood in each person's body must be Generally boiled.

Slaves have been very difficult to turn over since ancient times.

But now, they have a chance, as long as they kill one enemy, they can gain freedom. It is so simple and easy. If you kill a few more, you will have the land, slaves, and money you want. In the future, not only will you not be a slave, but you can also live as a landlord Master's life.

Malik also rushed to the forefront.

He himself is the most humble Dalit on the Tianzhu continent. Even if he is a slave of the Ming people, he will be disgusted. The slaves of other high castes are unwilling to work and eat with him. He is extremely humble.

However, in the last battle of Aragh, Malik made contributions, His Royal Highness King Ning personally rewarded him with the noble surname Daming. From then on, his surname was no longer Malik, but Ma.

For this reason, he specifically took out ten taels of silver from the reward silver he had received and asked a learned Ming man to give him a Ming name——Ma Zixin.

He didn't know a big Ming character. After he got his new name, he actually wrote his new name thousands of times on the same day with one stroke, and remembered this name firmly.

And on the same day, he asked someone to take the reward he got back to his home, and told his wife, son and daughter that they would no longer be humble Dalits in the future, but a family with a distinguished Daming surname.

It is just a surname, but it allows Ma Zixin and his descendants to have a whole life.

In order to repay King Ning's gift, he always rushed to the front without fear of death. He even felt that it was a great honor for him to die for His Highness King Ning.

It's contradictory, but it really appears on the battlefield.

Not only him, but behind Ma Zixin, there are many low-caste slaves such as Dalits, Vekas, and Sudras. They are braver and faster than each other.

Everyone wants to do the same as Ma Zixin, to make contributions, to be rewarded by King Ning, and to be able to let King Ning bestow upon themselves a new Ming surname, which is the biggest motivation for these low-caste slaves at the moment.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, and like a hungry wolf snatching food, the slave army under King Ning, the Korean army, and the Japanese army rushed up fiercely.

'咻~咻~'

I saw a Japanese warrior, the Japanese sword in his hand brought out beautiful arcs, the cold light flickered, his figure drifted away, leaving blood trails where he passed.

A Korean warrior, holding a long sword, the shadow of the sword flutters, like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting the life of the enemy.

"Drink~"

With a thrust of Alexei's long spear, he pierced an enemy, shouted loudly, and directly provoked the opponent, and then swung it hard, hitting several enemies who rushed over at once.

Then the long spear swept away, the tip of the spear was extremely sharp, and killed several people in an instant.

Beside him, Andre was also very brave. With a heavy sweep of the spear in his hand, several enemies were swept away and vomited blood, straight to the end.

"Haha, the tenth!"

Andre laughed happily, and kept counting the number of enemies he had killed.

Thinking of the rewarded land, slaves and money, and a better life in the future, new strength surged out of his tired body, supporting him to continue killing.

Holding a long spear, Ma Zixin stabbed at a person with all his strength, but he didn't expect the person to block him. After a closer look, the person was wearing luxurious clothes and holding a sword inlaid with gems. He had fair skin and deep eyes. Gold ornaments symbolizing religious sacrifices.

There is no doubt that this is a high caste Brahmin!
When Ma Zixin looked at the other party, the other party also looked at Ma Zixin carefully, and he was stunned.

With dark skin and slightly curly hair, Ma Zixin is clearly of a low caste, and may even be the lowest Dalit.

"You untouchable, you dare to do something to me, a noble Brahmin, aren't you afraid of death?"

The other party yelled angrily.

Dalits are untouchables and untouchables. Let alone fighting the noble Brahmins, even if the shadow falls on the Brahmins’ shadows, the Brahmins will feel polluted. Normally, this lowly brahmin will definitely be killed. Dalit was beaten to death.

However, at this moment, the other party was not only not afraid of himself, a Brahmin, but also wanted to kill him with a knife, which made him extremely angry.

"My surname is Ma, a noble Ming surname, and I am no longer a pariah!"

When Ma Zixin was scolded by the other party, he was also slightly taken aback, and after recovering, he shouted loudly.

Then the spear in his hand stabbed fiercely at the opponent with endless anger.

"Surname Ma?"

"Da Ming's surname?"

The Brahmin was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't pay attention to blocking or dodging, and was stabbed by the spear all of a sudden.

When he died, he stared fixedly at the lowly Dalit in front of him. He never thought that one day he would die at the hands of a lowly Dalit.

"He's not a lowly Dalit anymore~"

He could only comfort himself in this way, to give himself peace of mind that he did not die at the hands of a lowly Dalit, and that he would not insult his noble status as a Brahmin.

Lana Sanga's central army itself became extremely chaotic due to the artillery attack. At this moment, it was rushed by the slave army, the Japanese army and the Korean army, and it collapsed completely at once.

Countless people threw away their helmets and armor, and fled back like desperately. The people behind squeezed the people in front, and it is unknown how many died just under the trample of their own people.

"How could this be?"

Rana~ Sanga looked at the scene in front of her with an expression of disbelief.

The army in front of him, which had given him high hopes, was so vulnerable.

Just the artillery attack, the army is already extremely chaotic. Not only did the powerful war elephants not deter the enemy, but they became a burden to one's own side, constantly trampled on one's own soldiers, and impacted on one's own formation, causing huge riots and chaos .

The weapon used by the opponent is really terrible.

The kind of shells that can explode, when each one falls, directly kills one piece, and one shell after another, the entire army is riddled with holes and shattered.

When their army rushed up, the army under their command did not have any resistance at all, and could not organize a decent response. It was like loose sand hit by a flood, and it completely collapsed in the blink of an eye.

"Let's retreat quickly~"

"If you don't withdraw, it will be too late."

You Luo Jia hurriedly came to Rana Sanga, and said very anxiously.

The Ming people are more terrifying than the legends say.

Their terrible artillery not only terrified their war elephants, but also left an indelible shadow and fear on these Luo Jia.

At this moment, their artillery fire is constantly extending along with the attack of the army, shooting towards them.

The howling sound in the sky, wave after wave, tore apart the little resistance that had been organized with great difficulty, like a collapsed dam, the enemy swept over like a flood, swallowing everything clean.

"Withdraw~"

Rana Sanga was extremely unwilling.

He has fought against the Delhi Sultanate dozens of times and has rich combat experience. However, in today's battle, he was completely confused, and he didn't even know how he lost.

It is better to withdraw first if the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood.

However, Qin Yuan will not let people like Rana~Sanga go.

They are the leaders of the Aryan tribe and the main military force. They are the most unstable existences in ruling this land after King Ning, and they must be wiped out as much as possible.

"Tata~Tata~"

The [-] cavalrymen who had been making roundabouts finally came to the back. With the sound of horseshoes, countless sharp arrows flew. After the sharp arrows, a shining saber was raised high, shining coldly under the sunlight. .

"It's over~"

Seeing this scene in front of him, Rana Sanga cried out in despair.

The cavalry guarding Rana Sanga and many Rajas were still doing their duty. They did not run away directly, but rushed up bravely.

It's just that they are like mantis arms blocking a car, so ridiculous and vulnerable, after a wave of arrow rain, large, large pieces fell from the horse's back.

Then the cold light from the two sides intersected, and they fell down one after another like dumplings, and they were all killed in the blink of an eye.

"Surrender~surrender, we surrender~"

Luo Jia, who was timid and fearful of death, directly threw away the gorgeous sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and the Ming dialect he spoke was very awkward, as if he had learned it specially beforehand.

"Haha~"

"I finally know the reason why we are repeatedly invaded by foreigners."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Rana Sanga said in grief and indignation, then took the sword in his hand and wiped it on his neck, with ambition, unwillingness, helplessness and many other emotions, he ended his life decently.

The five thousand iron cavalry slammed into the army like a torrent of steel, and a hole was torn apart very easily. The hole was pulled open continuously, and the enemy was quickly separated.

Then they continued to roundabout, sprint back and forth, wave after wave, just like a harvester, just a few back and forth rushes, and there were no more groups of enemy troops on the entire land.

"Won!"

"Derry is next!"

(End of this chapter)