Glorious Summoner

Seeing the slaves being escorted up, the gorgeously dressed nobles around the venue stopped talking, looking towards the slaves that were escorted up, and commented there. .

A middle-aged nobleman looked up at the sun in the sky, said softly, and gestured to the soldiers around him.

Some entourages took out the incense, inserted it on the ground, and lit it. The nobles began to kneel on the ground and pray to the lighted incense.

After that, someone took out a copperware and sprinkled some of the vegetation ashes in the copperware around the open area, delineating a range on the ground.

Then, a witch dressed like a god, covered with multi-colored feathers, holding a wooden pole tied with a multi-colored cloth strip, began to appear there. A great god jumped up in the clearing, both feet were switched on the ground, turned upside down, mutter incantations in the mouth, and from time to time he held the wooden pole in his hand moved towards and swung around...

After the jump, the witch ended up, and those nobles were nodded.

"The auspicious hour is here, the festival is on!"

As this voice appeared, the more than a dozen slaves who were escorted up cried and struggled.

"Mother, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." The little girl in the slave exclaimed, desperately trying to hide in her mother's arms.

An elderly slave with gray hair, crying, put another little boy in his arms, covered the little boy’s eyes with one hand, and several slaves were there. Struggling.

But those slave struggles are useless.

The soldiers holding them pressed all the adults to kneel on the ground, stepped on their feet, raised their big swords, and one after another's head was chopped off, one after another with fear , The painful head rolled to the ground.

The blood of the adults whose heads were chopped off was splashed on the children's bodies, and on their faces, those children were scared to cry, and some were scared and fainted.

"mother, mother..." The little slave girl watched the body of the mother who had lost her head collapsed. She was sitting in a pool of blood, her eyes dull, just mother, mother yelled and wanted to go Grabbing mother's head...

The blood of the old slave holding the little boy dripped from the little boy's head and stained the little boy into a blood man.

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Even in the world beads, even if you already know what will happen, but witnessing this inhuman scene with her own eyes, Xia Pingan still couldn't bear to close her eyes.

In slave society, this kind of thing is very common.

If Xia Pingan is to find the two cruelest Chinese characters in the history of China where the slave system exists, these two Chinese characters are "foundation."

In this era, whenever the slave masters want to build a new high-rise Chinese palace palace mansion, they will hold a foundation stone ceremony, and the slaves will become the victims of this foundation stone ceremony——starting in the house At that time, the slaves will be killed alive, using their own bones, laying under the high-rise Chinese house, and using their flesh and blood to become the building materials of the high-rise Chinese house of the slave masters.

Except when the construction is started, when the foundation is being laid, when the wall is being cast, when the gate is built, and when it is completed, slaves will be killed and used for sacrifices to the house.

Slave masters feel that by doing so, they can bless their high-rise buildings and houses to stand tall and prosper.

Among the many archaeological excavations in later generations, under the relics of the gorgeous buildings of this era are the bones of the slaves, stained with blood and tears. It is just a palace site in Huannan. 889 living people came to lay the foundation.

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The blood was dripping from the necks of the slaves whose heads were chopped off. The masters of the luxuriously dressed slaves looked at all this with a smile, and then ordered the soldiers , Dragging the dead slave's body around the clearing a few times.

The soldiers raised the slaves’ feet, and the necks were broken against the ground, so that all the blood in the slaves’ bodies could be forced out, and the blood sprayed by the slaves could be poured over them. On the ground of the high-rise Chinese house to be built.

Xia Pingan and other slaves are watching.

When the blood of the corpses whose heads had been chopped off was completely drained, some of the slaves in front were driven forward, and several large pits were dug in the ground. One of the large pits was those The corpses of the adults whose heads were chopped off, and the children were thrown into another pit, without beheading, and directly buried alive.

Finally, this foundation ceremony is considered complete.

The slave masters who completed the ceremony looked up at the scorching sun above their heads, and then sat in the carriage and left with a satisfied smile, leaving the overseers and soldiers guarding here.

"Hurry up, work..." The supervisors waved their whips and lashed at the slaves, and began to direct the slaves to work and move construction materials.

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"pa ……" Xia Pingan carried a piece of wood, and the leather whip was drawn on him.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy..." the supervisor yelled.

Looking at the surrounding soldiers with weapons and armors, Xia Pingan moved things silently, without saying a word.

The slaves worked silently until it got dark and everyone was exhausted. The overseers and soldiers took Xia Pingan and them back to their homes.

Xia Pingan walked in Chaoge City and looked at the capital of Yin and Shang Dynasty. The houses of slave masters in this era are easy to distinguish. Almost all slave masters live in large and small ones. In the exquisite and tall "Four Ah Chong House", the commoners live in relatively low "suite rooms" or "single houses".

"Single house" is a separate room, and "suite room" is also very simple, it is two rooms connected together, there is a daoist sect in the middle, in the common people's room, the biggest piece of furniture is a piece of furniture Earth bed and fire stove.

The slaves are not qualified to house, Xia Pingan and the others are driven into some simple sheds and crypts. The sheds are built with the simplest wood and grass, and the crypt is A hole dug in the ground is like a doghouse. No, in the eyes of many slave owners, the life of a slave is not worth a good dog.

The underground is dark and humid. Many slaves around Xia Pingan have been living in the crypt for a long time, and the joints on their hands and feet are a bit twisted. At first glance, they suffer from very serious rheumatic bone disease.

As for the slaves’ food, some cakes made from bran and some gruel made from bran.

Xia Pingan was holding a piece of charred bran cake, silently squatting in the straw shed, looking at the people in front of her.

The slaves live a life of worst than a pig.

The hatred is buried in the heart. Everyone's appearance looks the same dirty and numb, and it seems to be a soulless body.

This kind of life lasted for five full days. By the sixth day, the foundation had not been completely finished, Xia Pingan and the others stopped working.

That night, they unprecedented a meal of noodles, millet porridge.

That day, Xia Pingan heard the overseer and the soldiers chat, saying that Martial King’s army had come.

The atmosphere in Chaoge's city became tense, and the nobles who lived in the "Si Ah Chong House" were anxious.

On the seventh day, all the slaves in Chaoge City were organized, issued weapons, and taken to Muye. All the slaves knew that the army of Martial King was opened.

When the Martial King’s army did not come, the slaves were just the sacrificial items of the nobles in the "four-ah heavy house". They could be killed and buried at will, and they lived like pigs and dogs.

The army of Martial King came, and the nobles gave the slave a delicious meal, and then gave the slave weapons, and let the slave go to the battlefield to protect the nobles and desperately.

For the nobles, everything seems logical, as it should be.

For the slaves, an inexplicable breath agitated in the slave, agitated like a fire star.

The slaves have no status, humble as grass, but not stupid.

Even if a dog knows who is good to it, it will wag its tail to whom, let alone a person.

Will a dog desperately protect a person who beats it with a stick at any time, abuses it, kills it at every turn, kills its wives, children, old and young?

Dogs can’t! Not only won't, the dog will definitely bark at that person, growl, wishing to transform into a wolf and tear that person's throat apart.

Then why do a group of slave masters in Chaogecheng as it should be by rights feel that the slaves who are absolutely taken by them to lay the foundation for the house palace will protect their house palace?

Xia Pingan never wanted to understand this question.

Between the slave and the slave master, there must be one that is stupid than the dog, and the other is smarter than the dog, otherwise such an unbelievable arrangement would not appear.

At dawn on the eighth morning, Xia Pingan saw the army of Zhou's Martial King in the vast pasture...