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

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    "Kill!"

    Alexei and Andrei roared, clenching the spears in their hands, and rushed to the front bravely.

    Behind them, the slave army did the same thing. They all rushed forward with all their strength, fearing that others would take away their credit.

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

    King Ning not only granted freedom to these slaves who had made great contributions, but also gave them a large number of rewards. This made all slaves see hope, and the blood in everyone's body was needed.  It's like boiling.

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

    But now, they have the opportunity. As long as they kill one enemy, they can get free. It is so simple and easy. If they kill a few more, they will have the land, slaves and money they want. In the future, they will not only be slaves, but also live as landlords.  The life of a master.

    Malik also rushed to the front.

    He himself is the most humble Dalit in the Tianzhu continent. Even if he works as a slave for the Ming Dynasty, he will be despised. Other high-caste slaves are not willing to work or eat with him. He is extremely humble.

    However, in the last battle of Arag, Malik made great contributions. His Royal Highness Prince Ning personally rewarded him and gave him the noble Ming surname. From then on, his surname was no longer Malik, but Ma.

    To this end, he also took out ten taels of silver from the silver reward he received and asked a learned Ming Dynasty man to give himself a Ming Dynasty name - Ma Zixin.

    He didn¡¯t know a single Chinese character, but after he got his new name, he actually wrote his new name thousands of times that day, one stroke at a time, to remember it firmly.

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

    It¡¯s just a surname, but it gave Ma Zixin and his descendants a whole life.

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

    It¡¯s very contradictory, but it actually appears on the battlefield.

    Not only him, but behind Ma Zixin, there are also many Dalit, Barbarian, Sudra and other low-caste slaves. Each one of them is braver and faster than the other.

    ??Everyone wants to be like Ma Zixin, make contributions, and be rewarded by King Ning, so that King Ning can give them a new Ming surname. This is the biggest motivation for these low-caste slaves at the moment.

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

    ¡®ßÝ~ßÝ~¡¯

    I saw a Japanese warrior. The Japanese sword in his hand made graceful arcs. The cold light flashed and his figure drifted away, leaving bloody paths wherever he passed.

    A Korean warrior holds a long sword, and the shadow of the sword is flying, like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

    "Drink~"

    Alexei stabbed an enemy with his spear, shouted loudly, and lifted the opponent up. Then he swung it hard and hit several enemies who were rushing towards him.

    Then he swiped the spear, 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 to the point where they spit out blood.

    "Haha, the tenth one!"

    Andre laughed happily, constantly counting the number of enemies he killed.

    When he thought of the rewarded land, slaves and money, and the good life he would live in the future, new strength emerged from his tired body, supporting him to continue killing.

    Ma Zixin held a spear in his hand and stabbed someone with all his strength. Unexpectedly, the other person blocked him. After a closer look, he saw that the other person was wearing luxurious clothes and holding a sword inlaid with gems. He had fair skin, deep eyes, and was also wearing a  Wearing gold ornaments symbolizing religious sacrifices.

    There is no doubt that this is a person of high caste Brahmin!

    When Ma Zixin looked at the other party, the other party also looked at Ma Zixin carefully and was stunned.

    Ma Zixin¡¯s dark skin and slightly curly hair clearly indicate that he belongs to a lower caste, and may even be the lowest Dalit.

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

    ?"Then the cold light from both sides intertwined, and they fell like dumplings one after another, and they were all killed in the blink of an eye.

    "Surrender~surrender, we surrender~"

    Luo Chan, who was timid and afraid of death, immediately threw away the gorgeous sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and spoke awkward Ming dialect, as if he had learned it in advance.

    "Haha~"

    ¡°I finally know the reason why we are repeatedly invaded by foreign tribes.¡±

    Looking at the scene in front of him, Rana~ Sanga said sadly and indignantly, then picked up the sword in his hand and wiped it on his neck. With ambition, unwillingness, helplessness and many other emotions, he ended his life honorably.

    Five thousand iron cavalry crashed into the army like a torrent of steel, tearing open a hole very easily. The hole opened continuously, and the enemy was quickly separated.

    ???????????????????????????????????? Then there are continuous detours, back and forth sprints, wave after wave, like a harvester, just a few back and forth dashes, and no more groups of enemy troops can be seen on the entire land.

    "Won!"

    "Delhi is next!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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