Fu An, Guo Ji and others thought they were dead, but when the dust fell, they realized that the landslide just now mainly occurred behind them. As a result, the falling stones just buried most of the supervisors and guards below. The remaining few surviving supervisors and soldiers also stood there with a blank look on their faces, as if they were scared.

"Opportunity!" Fu An and Guo Ji finally realized at this time. They saw that they looked at each other and saw hope of survival in each other's eyes.

"Kill them, we're free!" Guo An yelled in Mongolian. This was also the common language of the Timur Empire, and most people can understand it.

Because the slaves were all in front, there were very few people who were killed or injured, but they couldn't react for a while. But with Fu An's yell, they finally saw the current situation clearly. Most of the supervisors and guards were dead. As long as they killed the surviving supervisors and guards, they would be free.

When all slaves think of the word "freedom", their eyes turned red. As slaves, their lives have no guarantee. They do the hardest, most tiring and most dangerous work every day, and may die on the road due to injuries and illness at any time. Therefore, the slaves' resistance has never stopped. After all, for slaves, there is only one life that is bad. Instead of being exhausted, it is better to fight and die again.

What's more, with Fu An's roar, Guo Ji and other members of the mission immediately picked up the stones and wooden sticks around him and rushed to the remaining supervisors and guards.

People are blindly obedient. When they see Fu An and Guo Ji and the others attacking each other, even the slaves who were hesitant before, they will grab the stones and sticks and start to resist. Anyway, for them, not resisting is death, and resistance is also death. The difference is only sooner or later.

There were only a few dozen surviving supervisors and guards, and most of them were wounded. In contrast, there were hundreds of slaves, so in the blink of an eye, the supervisors and guards were brutally killed.

However, Fu An was more scrupulous. He did not let Guo Ji and others kill people, but instead hurriedly picked up the weapons in the hands of guarding the dead body, then cut off the ropes on his hands, and then summoned all the people from the delegation together.

Originally, there were more than 200 people in the delegation, but when they were detained, most of them were killed due to resistance, and some of them were assigned to other slave camps, so in the end Fu An only summoned a dozen people.

"Brother Fu, the retreat has also been blocked, we can't get out!" Guo Ji suddenly shouted anxiously. They were just concerned about killing the supervisor and guards, but forgot that after the landslide behind, they also blocked their only way out. Now there are cliffs on both sides, and the front and back were blocked by landslides, and there was no way to escape.

"Don't worry, someone should be able to pick us up!" Fu An said calmly at this time. The landslide behind was very strange, and he suspected that he heard the explosion of gunpowder, which made him more confident that the person who wrote the letter should have subsequent arrangements.

Sure enough, just as Fu An finished speaking, more than a dozen people emerged from the cliff opposite the landslide, and then several rope ladders were thrown down, which made all the slaves rush up and desperately try to climb up the ladder and escape.

The slaves had no organization at all. They could kill the supervisors and guards together just now, but after the external threat disappeared, they immediately became a mess. Everyone was only concerned about themselves. In order to climb the ladder earlier, they actually started to kill each other, and soon more than a dozen slaves fell under the rope ladder.

Fu An had expected this to happen, so he asked someone to hold the weapon in his hands early. Moreover, more than a dozen of them gathered together and easily killed other slaves and grabbed a rope ladder.

Fu An was the weakest. After all, he was a pure civil servant, so he was the first to climb up. Guo Ji led a few members of the delegation to cut off the back. If other slaves dared to go forward and snatch them, they would immediately be cut by the knife, which also shocked other slaves and did not dare to go forward and compete with them for the time being.

Fu An quickly climbed up, but when he got to the top, he found that it was actually a small platform, with a path next to it leading to the top, and the slaves who climbed up were running up the mountain along the path.

However, on the platform, there were seven or eight people with faces standing there with weapons in hand, examining everyone who came up. When Fu An came up, someone immediately stepped forward and asked in stiff Chinese, "Are you a member of the Ming Dynasty mission?"

"That's right!" Fu An nodded. At the same time, he was also looking at the seven or eight people, but he couldn't find Lei Ming's figure, which made him feel sank, because according to common sense, Lei Ming should have come to rescue him in person, but now there is no one. Could it be that he had guessed wrongly before and the person who wanted to save him was not Lei Ming?

However, there is no time for Fu An to consider these things now. The masked people confirmed Fu An and the others' identities. Soon after the end of Guo Ji climbed up, they immediately took Fu An and waited for the mountain.

Horses and clothes were prepared on the mountain long ago. Fu An and his team changed into local clothes, then rode on their horses and ran away from the quarry. After all, such a big thing happened here, Samarkand would definitely send someone to deal with it soon, so they had to leave here in the shortest time to avoid being blocked.

These masked men were obviously well prepared. They took Fu An and others to gallop. They first came to a village, and then changed their clothes and dressed up as a group of ordinary businessmen. Only then did Fu An realize that these people were all from the Western Regions, and there was no Han at all, let alone the thunder.

These people also helped Fu An and the others to simply cover up, such as sticking a beard or covering it with a scarf. Anyway, there are all people in the Timur Empire, and some are caravans from the desert, and they are used to covering their faces, so they don’t look too abrupt.

After disguising himself as a caravan this time, the horses were replaced by camels used by desert merchants. Fu Anben wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the identities of these people, and at least to figure out who saved him first.

But most of these people don’t understand Chinese. The only one who can say that the Han people should be their leader, but the other party is unwilling to answer, just saying that they just want to follow them. Fu An has no choice but to do so. After all, they are not out of danger yet, so they can only follow the arrangements of these people.

Fu An and others rode camels and pretended to be caravans on the road. Now they were not very far from Samarkand, so Fu An and his group were also very nervous.
Chapter completed!