The sun had just risen over the trees, and the fat man had already finished his breakfast and strolled into the coolie camp. This was the first time he had been to such a place in the few days since he took over Sellersburg. wwW.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.comAfter taking over Xuehu's territory, Fatty also took over more than a hundred of Xuehu's mining coolies.
There are more or less slaves in every country on the continent, either openly or covertly. The highest-level slaves include stunning elf women, outstanding warriors, etc., while the lower ones include various skilled craftsmen. Coolies are the most humble of all slaves. They often have no skills and can only do the most dangerous, hard and dirty work. The criteria for grading various slaves is simple and direct: the ability to create value for the master.
As befitting the status of the coolies, the coolie camps were usually the dirtiest and shabbiest areas in the area. Coolie work is for life, and the mark of coolie work will be stamped on your face. Escape is not a good way out for coolies. It is a common practice in the continent that after an escaped coolie is caught, he belongs to the captor, and the original owner has the right to redeem him with reasonable money. Except for a few of the redeemed coolies, the original owners often used extremely cruel methods to execute them in front of other coolies as a warning to others. But even so, large-scale escapes of coolies still occur from time to time, and there are countless sporadic escapes.
The Holy Calendar coolies broke out the largest riot in the history of the continent. The number of rioting coolies reached 700,000, and even overthrew the king of a small principality. However, the coolies who lost control not only killed all the nobles, but also killed all the clergy of the Holy Church in that principality. At that time, Pope Paul VII came forward to summon a total of 100,000 people from the 12-nation coalition, and sent the Templar Knights, led by Augustus, the youngest paladin of the church, to suppress these abandoned people of God.
When a sheep encounters a lion armed to the teeth, numbers and will are meaningless, let alone a group of lions. In July of that year, Augustus led the Templar Knights in six battles and six victories, leaving no soldiers behind in each battle. By the end of the month, 700,000 rebellious coolies had been slaughtered, which was known as Red July in history. Augustus has since been nicknamed the "Blood Angel".
Rogge, who had just stepped into the coolie camp, had not finished turning over the coolie information he had obtained from the "General History of the Continent" in his mind, but a strange smell almost knocked him to the ground. The fat man looked around and glared. The coolie camp was full of low and dilapidated shacks, which made people wonder if they were the dens of wild beasts. They were more decent than these. Sewage of various colors flowed everywhere in the camp, and the strange smell came from here.
At this time, the coolies in the camp had all gotten up and were lining up, waiting to have breakfast. There was a huge iron pot in the middle of the camp, filled with something like grey-green porridge. A tall, muscular overseer was giving spoonfuls to the coolies. Rogge frowned and stepped forward, almost knocked over by the smell again. The fat man resisted and walked to the pot, took the spoon from the overseer, scooped up a spoon and looked at it carefully. There were unknown leaves piled in the gray-green soup, and it was obvious that they had not been cut at all. It was sticky, and a bubble turned up, engulfing a cooked meat worm. The fat man's breakfast was squirming crazily in his stomach. He quickly moved his eyes away from the spoonful of porridge, only to see a group of coolies staring at this "meaty" thing with bright eyes, their throats rolling up and down uncontrollably.
Rogge looked extremely ugly. He stared at the supervisor who was sharing the food and asked, "Who is responsible for preparing food for these coolies here?"
The supervisor immediately felt something was wrong: "Sir, I am responsible."
"Are you doing everything from buying food to cooking?" "Yes, sir."
"Damn it! I spend ten gold coins every month just to let you make these things that even pigs won't eat. How many gold coins have you stolen from me?" Rogge kicked the overseer to the ground with a flying kick. Unable to understand his hatred, he rushed forward and continued to kick his body violently. Several supervisors who were watching nearby rushed up and pulled Luo away.
The beaten supervisor got up, wiped the blood from his face, and showed a fierce scoundrel look: "Lord, your supervisor Nila only gave me four gold coins every month. You If you want to look for it, you have to look for him first. Besides," he looked around viciously, and all the coolies caught by his gaze shrank back, "It's just these pigs! It's already a lot for me to feed them with half a gold coin a month. You have a conscience!”
Rogge was shaking with anger. He glanced at the two supervisors who were still holding his arms. The two men quickly let go of their hands and stood aside. The fat man composed himself: "It seems that you two have a good relationship. I'm beating someone on my own territory, but you still dare to stop me, hehe, hehe."
The beaten supervisor ignored Rogge's threat. I am the son of Ian, the mayor of Le Mans. You can call me Guta. These people are all from our town. You also know that there are not many people around Sellersburg. If you drive away a few of us, you will never find anyone else to work for you. You can't bring people from Lille or Falborg to do such rough work, right? Besides, why bother getting your hands dirty for these meanest pigs? Just leave it to us. Let's do this, from now on you only need to pay 6 gold coins for these pigs every month,"
Each of these supervisors obviously followed the direction of the ancient pagoda. Rogge was silent for a while and sighed: "So be it. But the output in the mine is insufficient now. If you feed them such things, how can they have the strength to work?"
Guta laughed and said, "Don't worry, leave this place to me." I guarantee they'll work like loving boars. When Xuehu was here, he always relied on me. "
The lingering sound of Guta's laughter was replaced by a muffled groan, and then his square face turned purple, and he slowly fell down with his hands covering his chest. After the huge body fell down, a sinisterly smiling Rogge appeared behind him. The fat man was very satisfied with the effect of lifting his vaginal legs, and he was also quite proud of his body skills. That life and death battle really helped Rogge a lot. Now, isn't it possible to deal with such an ancient tower who knows nothing about martial arts and magic
Seeing that the situation was not going well, several other supervisors wanted to swarm him. Rogge snorted coldly. If they think they live too long, they might as well give it a try. What's the big deal if a noble kills a lot of people in his own territory? If you beat me, a noble, your whole family may be exiled! "As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Rogge cursed himself. What place of exile could be more desolate than this one
The supervisors looked at each other and gathered around them. The fat man calmly stepped on Guta's ankle, exerting his secret strength, and with a "click" sound, the bones were crushed to pieces. Amidst the screams of the ancient pagoda like a pig being slaughtered, all the supervisors turned pale with fright. Rogge picked up Guta again and pressed his face onto the cauldron that was still on the blazing fire. A burst of smoke appeared, and Guta fainted just after he screamed twice. Rogge threw the ancient pagoda in front of all the supervisors. At this moment, half of his face was burnt black and bloody.
After experiencing the bloody killings a few days ago, Rogge was no longer indifferent to such scenes. The supervisors, however, looked pale and trembling. Rogge pointed at one of the little men who was shaking the most, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. Tianqi is the leader here, and I will still give you ten gold coins every month. You have to feed these coolies to me until they are as strong as cattle! As for this trash," Rogge kicked Guta in front of the overseers and said coldly, "Fuck him, don't you think all the coolies are pigs? Tomorrow you will work with the pigs! Brand him on me! "
An overseer next to him said cautiously: "Sir, he is the son of Mayor Ian. If you do this, the people in the town may be dissatisfied with you." Rogge chuckled and kept staring at him. The supervisor was sweating profusely and kept nodding and bowing.
"Do as I say! If any of you is unhappy, just take his place! Aren't you colluding to give me a blow? You want to speak loudly first and then slowly bargain, right? Damn it, again If you make me unhappy, you will all go to the coolie camp tomorrow!" Rogge said this, turned around and left the coolie camp, hating him all the way, "Ian, you old guy, you haven't had time to settle the accounts for what happened last time, your son How dare you hinder me from making money, let’s wait and see!”
Night fell in Sellersburg, and the stars twinkled in the cold wind. In late autumn, the night in the mountains was already very desolate. Occasionally, one or two unknown autumn insects chirped, but they only brought greater desolation to the night scene. The people in the mountains were already curled up in the warm quilts, rolling over freely while imagining the people who were still running on the road, and suddenly felt the warmth of the quilts. The men and women in the mountainous countryside began to engage in primitive entertainment. The simple and violent movements tested the quality of the mattresses, destroyed the comfort homes of countless insects and ants, and also made the mice who came out for a walk uneasy.
A black shadow flickered out of Sellersburg. A gust of cold wind passed by, and the black shadow trembled more and more, cursing in a lowered voice. He unintentionally became a reference standard, setting off the happiness of countless people hiding under the covers. The shadow's public spirit did not bring him any good luck. When he hurriedly embarked on the road to Le Mans Town, three trail-shearing thieves jumped out. Heiying was shocked. He had never expected that there would be such a dedicated thief in this remote rural area. With one against three, the black shadow had little chance of winning. Just when he was about to offer him the money to buy the way, a thief came up from behind and knocked him unconscious with a sap. Then the three people neatly stuffed the shadow into a sack and carried it back to Sellersburg.
The shadow had a strange dream, dreaming of swimming in the cold winter. Naturally, I woke up quickly after having this dream, and woke up from the cold. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his body looked like they had just been fished out of the water. Looking up again, there was a thin man with a sinister look in front of him, holding an empty bucket in his hand. He suddenly sobered up a lot, and then he saw clearly that there were several chairs in the room, with the young nobles sitting on them. There were some mercenaries standing around, and you could tell from their faces that they were extremely sinister and cruel. At this moment, everyone seemed to be staring at me with evil intentions. Cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and the back of his head began to hurt sharply again.
"Our respectable Mr. Foreman, you are so worthy of the salary we paid you. You have to run around and work so late at night." Lens said in a strange tone. Anyone who is pulled out of bed so late will have a bad temper.
"Mr. Foreman, what is his name? Mr. Fleur! You see, your name is really good, and maybe you have some noble blood." Franco also spoke, "I am honored to ask you , Is there anything important you have to do when you go out so late? Of course, you can also choose to talk later, so that we will be less bored this evening. "
Toffler watched in fear as the mercenaries were skillfully playing with various torture instruments, and the charcoal basin was lit. He shouted loudly: "I want to go back to my home in the town to see, my wife is sick!" No one paid attention to his shouting. The nobles were still criticizing his figure, and the dedicated mercenaries were doing their final work. inspection work.
The knowledge involved in this torture is profound and vast. Whipping, burning, and burning are only inferior, attacking the heart is the superior. The origins of the Dragon and Beauty mercenary group are complicated. There are many soldiers, bandits, villains, and hooligans, and many of them are old mercenaries. In turbulent times, there was often a thin line between mercenaries and bandits. There were many who entered the city as mercenaries, and many who left the city as bandits. Therefore, there are many experts in torture among Dragon and Beauty. Although they cannot be called masters in using this method of torture, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary people.
When the mercenaries heard that Rogge was going to torture prisoners tonight, they enthusiastically signed up. The noble scum made a careful selection and selected six people to go into battle tonight. These people are indeed amazing. Before they even take action, just some arrangements have already made Tofuldou sweat dripping down. "I'm telling the truth! Let me go! What are you going to do?"
Franco walked up, but his handsome face looked so ferocious in Toffler's eyes. "You are very cooperative, otherwise wouldn't all our preparations have been in vain? The night is still long."
Toffler said anxiously: "Just a moment!" I tell you, I tell you everything! "
"Shut up!!" The mercenaries in the room shouted.
"You have to wait until you have been tortured for a while. Then you look a bit like a man, hehe." Rogge peeled a banana and threw it in his mouth.
A bearded mercenary began to come over and untie Toffler's belt. The respectable Mr. Overseer howled like a pig: "I said! I am going to report to Ian and ask him to lead all the townspeople to rescue the ancient pagoda, and then go to the royal capital to ask for orders to file a complaint!"
Several nobles looked at each other. Lens said gloomily: "Do you think we are children? Do you want to drive us away just like that? Tell me, how many people do Snow Fox still have in Le Mans Town?"
Toffler fought with all his strength: What about Snow Fox? "
"It seems that things won't be so peaceful tonight!" "Yes, yes."
In the presence of the boss, the mercenaries are all in high spirits and want to show off their skills. The six mercenaries started busy around Toffler. As soon as a cold iron wire touched his flesh, the respectable supervisor immediately let out an earth-shattering scream. It really made people wonder how such a loud sound came from his thin body. The mercenary carrying the wire was so frightened that his hands trembled and the wire fell to the ground. Seeing an opportunity that would never come back, Toffler immediately confessed all the information he knew about Snow Fox with the sound of a dragon's roar and the curse language of a shrew, which naturally included the part about a certain big shot in Le Mans Town.
At the critical moment of life and death, Mr. Foreman's survival instinct and sharp mind can be called wise. He immediately discovered what the nobles were interested in, so he automatically repeated the list of snow foxes, and added all kinds of scandals about that big shot. He was really sinister, vicious, lazy, greedy, slippery, eating, drinking and whoring. Gambling, cheating, stealing, everything, everything. The clerk on the side remembers that he was beaming and waving his pen as fast as flying; while the scums shook their heads and felt relaxed and happy.
Finally, Mr. Toffler's accusation came to an end, and everyone felt that the fun was not over yet. The clerk came to Toffler with a thick stack of records. He immediately signed his name without looking at it. The clerk showed it to several nobles, who laughed sinisterly at it. They praised Toffler for being a talented person and it was really unfair for him to be the overseer. Toffler had just escaped from danger and Chad praised him so much. He couldn't help but feel surprised and felt that this place was heaven on earth.
After looking at it, Rogge shook his head and said to himself: "Where did the chaos come from? It is true that the government forced the people to rebel, and the people had no choice but to rebel. Old man, it seems you are still poisonous." (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com )