My name is Ren

Chapter 162 Wicked people have their own grind, the degree of evil is like hardness, there is always one that cannot be resisted

Without any effective resistance, the time of meal was deliberately chosen to bring these people together.They ate, they drank, and they sang unrestrainedly, but they never thought that they would meet such a team, a team that made people dread.Perhaps these people once despised the Heijia Army in their hearts, thinking that these soldiers were just good-looking, and that they were not worthy of having extremely high salaries and eating meat for every meal.They may even continue to mock Rennes' policies in a sour tone.

But... there is no but.

The mountains are covered with dense forests, and it is difficult for war horses to pass through. For this operation, Ren led the team himself.Just like all god-making movements, the mythical ruler sometimes needs to show his face in front of the human weapons responsible for killing, so that these soldiers know that their gods are not the kind who can only hide behind people and play tricks Politicians, or possibly military gods who lead them to victory with brandishing their arms.

Ren was wearing a military uniform. He did not put on the flashy aristocratic armor with beautiful hollow patterns that Fonkos had prepared for him, but chose the most common chain mail.He walked out of the team with a long sword in his arms, and Blair guarded him vigilantly.Ren walked to the center of the camp, and in the eyes of a group of black men morbidly full of pleasure, he kicked over the captain who was probably dead, and finally sat on that seat.

A few living people who were lucky enough to have full talent and didn't suffer any injuries, not even scratches, were escorted over.With their arms cut behind their backs, they were pressed hard by the black-armored soldiers and knelt down on the ground, with their heads firmly pressed against the ground.

Ren looked at them like they looked at Heiman.

"Where did the others go?" he asked, without the slightest anger in his tone, the corpses all around and the red-stained land were like the background, setting off his aura.Several people trembled and did not make a sound. Ren nodded, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers and shook them. Hugo, who was wearing leather armor, happily walked up to him and knelt down on one knee, "My master!"

Ren ordered: "Let them speak."

These people are unwilling to speak because they know better what kind of situation they will face after betraying their boss.To explain it in a more profound way, slave traders are inhumane, even though they never admit that Heiman is a human being, they impose various methods on Heiman, in addition to having fun, more through various methods torture and torment, looking for the simplest, most effective, and most direct method to train [] Heiman.Let this group of brutal, brutal and bloody guys in their bones have not completely receded into docile slaves.

Look at the numb and soulless black barbarians in the slave market who seem to have been washed out of their souls. They have been tortured under various tortures and lost their souls, becoming walking dead.The more these people knew about the inside story, the less they dared to speak.If you shut your mouth tightly, you may be the only one who dies, but if you betray the big boss, it doesn't matter if you die. Your wife and children will be thrown into the slave market and become sought-after meat and potatoes.

Compared with cheap black barbarians, some people with special preferences prefer to toss their own kind.

At this moment, Hugo looked even more handsome than he was in Balatan. His face was covered with a dazzling red light, and he nodded deeply, "Your will!".After finishing speaking, he stood up, walked to the person closest to him, took out a dagger about ten centimeters in length, and stabbed into the waist of that person without asking a word, and with a strong lift, cut out a dagger with A hole of about ten centimeters.The man raised his head abruptly, before a sharp scream erupted from his open mouth, Hugo punched him on the mouth, his teeth were mixed with blood and swallowed back all the screams, Can only make a whimpering sound.

He didn't care about other people's eyes at all. The distorted smile on his face made his handsome face look very scary. He reached out and inserted his hand along the wound on the man's waist, and grabbed a thread in the violently trembling body. The slippery intestines were pulled out forcefully.

The blood and the mucus in the abdominal cavity exuded a strange stench, but he didn't care at all, standing tall, staring at the man with cold and indifferent eyes, "My master is asking you something, didn't you hear it?", He clenched his hand hard, making a squeezing sound.The black-armored soldier couldn't hold down the person on the ground either, he fell to the ground trembling, twitching constantly from the pain.Under such severe pain, even breathing became difficult, let alone speaking.

Hugo squeezed his other thumb and index finger into his mouth, pumped his lungs vigorously, and blew sharply. A sharp whistle sounded, and a half-human tall gray hound ran over wagging its tail.He stuffed the intestine into the hound's mouth, took out a small ball and threw it into the distance, pointing in that direction.The hunting dog suddenly became excited, and ran away into the distance with his intestines in his mouth...

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood and mucus from the injury, and walked towards the second person. His indifferent gaze made the second person start to tremble, "My master wants to know, where are the others?"

He was disappointed, because the second person was scared out of his wits and immediately vomited everything he knew.What kind of family, what kind of persistence, became a joke in front of a pervert like Hugo.Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the way of death!
Ren half-covered his nose and glared at Hugo, "You made me sick to my stomach, don't do this next time, even if you want to do it, get out of my sight." He then pursed his lips Rubbing the ring of his middle finger, "Clean up here, clean it up thoroughly, let people use wine to wash away the blood on the ground, and wash away the bloody smell. Put on their clothes, and we will wait here and wait for work. Others Scatter around to hide, do a good job of vigilance and secret sentry, and be sure to kill them with one blow after they enter the siege!"

At this time, in the depths of the dense forest, a war has just come to an end.A team of nearly a thousand people besieged a tribe with more than 3000 people.In addition to those who died on the spot, there were about 1000 healthy black barbarians who did not resist.The corpses and stumps and broken arms all over the place were piled up like garbage. These things would eventually become feed for the surrounding beasts and be completely decomposed by nature, so there was no need to worry about possible plagues.

One by one, the black man was tied up in a row, their hair was shaved, and their clothes were stripped off. They were no different from the livestock waiting to be sold in the bazaar.

The captain in charge of this attack wiped the blood on the armor and asked without raising his head, "How many people did we die?"

His assistant quickly gave an answer, "73 brothers were killed in battle, and more than 100 others were wounded. Among them, more than forty were seriously injured and may be disabled."

The captain paused in his hands and raised his eyebrows, "Why are there so many casualties?"

It's no wonder he asked this question. Compared with Heiman's unprotected fighting style, the slave catchers were almost armed to the teeth.Even if not everyone can afford armor, at least there is a solid piece of leather armor.Don't think that the defensive power of leather armor must be lower than that of armor. A craftsman who is proficient in making leather armor can make five or even seven layers of leather armor, unless it is injured or shot at close range by a strong bow or crossbow. It is difficult for a general attack to break through all the cortex.

With a slightly dignified expression, the assistant took out a weapon and placed it in front of the captain.The fire in the captain's eyes suddenly blazed. This weapon is well-made, and it is impossible for the black barbarians to make it. It is something that comes from the civilized world.He has been catching slaves for so many years, and he knows that once these black barbarians get sophisticated weapons, it will have a great impact on his career.In the past, a dozen or so people could sneak attack a small tribe. If every black barbarian tribe had these weapons, let alone ten people, even a hundred people would not be able to succeed.

"Are there many weapons?"

The assistant shook his head and said, "Not many, only [-] pieces were found in total!"

"Three hundred pieces is not too much?!" The captain's voice suddenly became louder, "Is it too much to have them have one piece? These damn weapons dealers, they dare to sell everything for money, really! They should all be hanged!", he seemed to have forgotten that for money, he dared to do anything.

"I must report this matter when I go back this time. Damn it, our brothers are struggling with their lives in this ghost place. They didn't talk about making things convenient for us, but instead sold these things that could kill us to Heiman !", the captain was really angry, and he even started to feel scared.Heiman knows everything in the forest better than them. This is Heiman's home field. Once a large number of advanced and sophisticated weapons flow into this mountain range, they will stop capturing slaves in the future. It would be good if they don't get caught.

He stomped his feet fiercely, "Pack up your things and bring the dead bodies of your brothers, let's go back!" He paused, "Take all these weapons too, go back and ask which company produced them, so many people were killed and injured It can't be done like that!"

More than 1000 people escorted another 1000 people and slowly left the destroyed tribe. Less than three to five minutes after they left, on a dense tree canopy, several black men looked at the captured tribe with gloomy faces. The direction in which the slave team left, the compound bows they held in their hands tried to open several times, but they finally gave up.The flames of vengeance were burning in the eyes of hatred. They exchanged a few words in the local language, and quickly disappeared into the woods.

The closer he was to the camp, the stronger the captain's heartbeat. He has been engaged in slave hunting for almost 20 years, and has been rooted in this mountain range since he was a teenager.He has been in contact with Heiman a lot, and he is dubious about Heiman's godliness.With the change of age and the several accidents he has experienced, he has become more and more convinced that the sky will send down warning signs.He raised his hand to stop the team, and grabbed a confidant beside him seriously, "Send someone to the camp to check, I always feel something is wrong."

(End of this chapter)