Dai Mubai passed through the crowd, picked up the girl who had created an opening for him-who could well be called his lifesaver-and leaped onto a large rock.
Zhu Zhuqing and the other three Puppet Soldiers stood to one side. Everyone was waiting for Dai Mubai's instructions.
Seeing that the girl in his arms was in no danger of dying, Dai Mubai breathed a sigh of relief before looking up at the slaves around him.
Their gazes were complicated. Many of the women who had not joined the fighting had eyes full of hope, while some paid Dai Mubai no attention at all. Those who had just fought, however, looked resolute.
At that moment, Dai Mubai finally understood in a very real way why Leng Xiyue had insisted on staking everything she had to change the chaos in the Northern Province in one stroke.
Taking a deep breath, Dai Mubai slowly began:
"Everyone, this age has already descended into such chaos. You are clearly human, yet your standing is no better than pigs and dogs. Are you truly willing to accept that?"
As he spoke, Dai Mubai kicked the corpse beside him. "Look. Is there really any difference between you and them? Then why should you be enslaved while they stand high above you, enjoying the wealth produced by your lives?"
"In the past, the Soul Master lords did hold supreme authority over you. No matter how strong you were, you simply couldn't resist. But now, look at the guns in your hands. Do you still want to go on like this?"
"No!"
"Then will you follow me to overthrow this rotten world and fight your way to a brand-new world for your wives and children, your parents and elders?"
The sturdy slaves who had been the first to resist