Rescue

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These slaves could not speed up much. Days of travel and abuse had already drained what little potential their weakened bodies had left.

"You lowly slaves! Run already! Do you want to be eaten alive by that thing behind us?!"

A member of the mounted convoy shouted anxiously from the rear, repeatedly cracking the whip in his hand.

But in the next moment, another man rode up from behind, rushed straight to the front of the group, and blocked their path. Then he shouted, "Listen up, slaves! Stop! Stay where you are and await orders!"

After saying that, the convoy member waved at his companions driving the slaves ahead, signaling for them to stop urging the slaves onward.

The people at the front immediately found this baffling. One of them quickly rode up and asked, "Why are you making them stop? That thing behind us is about to catch up!"

However, the man being questioned had no intention of explaining. He merely shot his questioning companion a fierce glance, then suddenly drew the long blade at his waist and slashed at the leg of a slave standing before him. Blood sprayed from the slave's thigh as he screamed! "Do it! Cut their legs! It's the boss's order!"

He continued shouting at his companions. At the same time, he spurred his horse forward, drew his blade again, and slashed at another nearby slave trying to flee.

The slaves immediately descended into chaos. They had thought that as long as they obediently endured the whips and desperately kept moving, they could survive. They had never expected these men to suddenly start slaughtering them, and they could only scatter in all directions.

The mounted convoy members reacted much faster. After only a