Li Mengdie did not choose to win over the latter, because doing so would have been useless. Like those who had chosen to flee earlier, they could do nothing but drag everyone down, crying and screaming.
The former, however, could undoubtedly become the staunchest fighters with just a little rallying.
Many guards had also disguised themselves as laborers in the hope of escaping with their lives. Unfortunately, Li Mengdie and her companions had all emerged from suffering themselves. They could easily distinguish whether these people were truly oppressed, and shot every last impostor.
It had to be said that, compared with the Northern Land's almost brainwashing methods of breaking slaves, this Earl fell far short. He basically relied on violence to make people submit. This was indeed extremely effective, but at a time like this, the towering fury suppressed in their hearts would erupt in full.
Soon, through speeches and rallying, Li Mengdie assembled a force of more than a hundred and twenty people inside the castle. Most were women, but their workload had made them much stronger than ordinary people. At least they would not be unable to hold up a gun.
None of those enslaved here wanted to give up this chance for revenge. They followed Li Mengdie upstairs and began clearing the battlefield, equipping themselves with all the best automatic rifles. They also took stock of several arms caches inside the castle, ensuring that everyone had an advantage in equipment.
Some strong laborers also lifted the two Heavy C-14 Impaler Gauss Rifles. But they were only ordinary people, after all, and no one could handle one alone. They could only work in teams of three, with two supporting the gun and one aiming and firing. At last, they had put these two heavy weapons to use as