It was finally getting dark. A few lanterns were lit in the mine, and the guards sat around the campfire to warm up and cook wine. The ghostly cold weather made them lazy to patrol. It was precisely because of the momentary slack that a group of slaves had a chance.
This is a ruined camp in the wilderness. There are a total of more than one hundred slaves working here. They go deep into the bottomless mine every day and work without any safety measures. People die almost every week, from exhaustion and disease. , starved to death, the unscrupulous boss was never willing to pay them even a piece of dry food, and even directly chopped up the dead companions to make cheap rations.
Most of the miners who survived in this environment survived by eating the flesh and blood of their companions. The darkness and despair have long been fused into their blood.
The slaves have been preparing for a month, and it will be officially implemented tonight.
They decided to bet on a future with their lives as chips.
The gray-haired old slave turned his head to look at the young man named Xiaocao behind him. This young man was named Xiaocao, but he didn’t look like Xiaocao at all. His physique was the strongest among all the slaves. For two years, they refused to eat their dead companions. There are such slaves, but the end result is that after they die, they will be reduced to other people's rations. And this strong young man named Xiaocao is strong enough to support ten, so Being valued by the master, he distributed a little more rations, but he barely survived.
"Everyone, get ready." The old slave said in a low voice, "Xiaocao, we entangle the guards, you rush into the house, finish off the fat pig, get his gun, and shoot the people in the arrow tower to death, we will have Hope."
Xiaocao's young and honest face showed timidity, but when he thought of the person who was still waiting for him to go back, some kind of strength was poured into his heart, and he nodded vigorously.
"Everyone, whether you can live or not depends on this time!"
The large group of slaves stopped crawling, all got up from the ground, and crossed the high fence. The guards who were lazily wrapped in the warmth of the bonfire were stunned when they heard the sound, and they all took up weapons and stood up from the ground. I saw hundreds of slaves rushing towards them like a colony of ants. Most of them were in shackles, but they rushed towards these guards like madmen. In an instant, several people were knocked down. The slaves lifted up stones and rushed forward, only to hear screams Come out from inside.
The arrow tower noticed something strange, and hurriedly drew a bow to shoot, and the slaves began to suffer casualties.
While running wildly, Xiaocao felt feather arrows whizzing past him, and people kept falling around, including the most related stones and the little fleas who took care of him. Once they fell down, they couldn’t get up again.
This made Xiaocao feel wrapped in fear.
The detached small building where the master lived was right in front, but he seemed to have lost his courage.
Another arrow shot over.
At this time, a white-haired and thin man knocked him away suddenly, and the old slave fell to the ground in the middle of his chest. He waited closely for Xiaocao: "Don't stop, don't hesitate, live!"
Xiaocao's eyes were red, and she exploded with extraordinary strength from her strong body. She got up from the ground and rushed over desperately, seeing the position where he was standing just now, and quickly shot several feather arrows. The old man who fell on the ground After firing several more arrows, he could only stretch out one hand, pointing in the direction where the young man was fleeing.
Xiaocao had fantasized about what his master's residence would look like countless times. When he knocked open the door and saw what it looked like inside, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while. Pots of clean water were neatly piled up, and the walls There are still smoked meat and dried grains hanging on the wall, and five or six women who are only occasionally seen are being stripped naked, like five naked white sheep, with their limbs entwined or curled up in the corner .
The master's butt was bare, he was interrupted in the midst of busy work, and now he was holding the half-worn trousers in one hand, and the crotch thing was still full of fighting spirit, but when he saw this burly slave barging in, he immediately withered Going down, his ugly face was full of anger and madness: "What are you doing? You don't want to die!"
A fight.
Xiaocao didn't expect that the master looked fat and dull, but he was actually very powerful. At the cost of breaking two ribs, he finally broke the master's neck alive. Xiaocao found the master's gun and shot the man on the steeple. Archers, the slaves have won the battle.
Under the night.
The living guards were tied up, and every slave had to go up to cut a piece of meat and eat it raw, while the naked woman was screaming, and was dragged out of the house by the hair of the dirty slaves. A group of people surrounded only people crazy With low growls and women's screams, the slaves jumped on them one by one, like wolves that were extremely hungry.
Xiaocao just stood by and watched silently, because he thought of a woman, that woman was the first woman in his life, and also the woman he decided to protect for the rest of his life, it was the second year after being with her, Xiaocao The grass was caught by the slave trader when he went out to crack.
two years.
Thinking about her all the time.
Just because I wanted to see her, I worked hard to live. It was precisely because he wanted to see her that his potential exploded, allowing him to discover his talent for evolving his physique in the past two years. It was precisely because her mind was full of her that he was able to turn defeat into victory when she was fighting to the death with her master just now, and now this kind of thought is even stronger.
Also because of her.
Xiaocao is not like other slaves, he will never touch these female slaves, and only takes a little dry food and water on the road.
He couldn't remember where the camp he used to live in was at all, so he could only inquire all the way forward based on his memory. He has encountered crowds in the wilderness, he has encountered murderous butchers in the wilderness, and he has also encountered natural disasters such as sandstorms. In the tempering again and again, the young man's body did not lose weight but became stronger.
Difficulties have not dampened the fighting spirit.
The longing became more and more intense.
He believed that he would be able to find his former home, and he would also be able to find her.
But the wilderness can't contain the longing. When Xiaocao finally returned to the familiar place after going through all kinds of hardships, it has been four full years since he left, and this place has long since changed.
After all, four years is really too extravagant for a wilderness man, and he has not found the woman whom he dreams of. Because Xiaocao was taken away within two months, the woman took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of a man, but after being tired of being played with, she was thrown into a brothel and died of illness in it. Now she doesn't even know where her body is buried.
This blow made him almost insane, he rushed to the brothel like crazy, killed all the customers and prostitutes, and after the brothel was washed bloody, he found the man again, ready to kill the person who killed her.
one move.
Only one trick was used.
Xiaocao suffered a disastrous defeat, was blinded in one eye, and was thrown into the Colosseum.
Life in the Colosseum is bloody, and it is far more cruel than the Black Mine. Every day, you have to fight with humans or mutant beasts, and use bloody performances in exchange for entertainment for the audience.
The Colosseum has even less future than the Black Mine. In the mine, at least he can plan to resist and escape. In the Colosseum, he is so weak and insignificant, it is almost impossible to escape from these people's noses, let alone resist. And that damned man came to admire every day, his bloody fights, painful struggles, and bruises all became his way of making fun.
He is not reconciled.
So he tries to live.
I just want to get revenge one day.
Most people can't last half a year in the arena, but this young man persisted for a whole year. Back then, Xiaocao had a more vivid nickname: One-eyed.
No matter how strong an arena fighter is, there will be a day when he will fall down. One Eye could not escape this fate. He still fell on the arena, seriously injured and dying. The owner of the arena had already made enough money from him, so he just threw this kind of useless waste outside and left him to fend for himself.
"Do you want to live?"
One-eyed Qi Ruo Yousi was like a stray dog, he fell to the place where the garbage piled up, the butcher had already begun to sharpen his knife, when a man in brocade robe appeared in front of him. With one eye open, only one eye looked up at him. This man had black skin, was heroic and strong, and his clothes were made of very fine material, which was not often seen in the wilderness. Later, he realized that it was made of the material in God's Domain.
This black-skinned heroic man is called Heisha.
"The wilderness is cruel, and you can only live if you are ruthless. If you want to live better than others, then you must be more ruthless than others."
After Suiyan recovered, he became Heisha's subordinate. At this time, there were about twenty people like him around Heisha. After these years of honing, Duoyan's skills are already quite good, and Heisha, as a traitor in God's Domain, is even more powerful. He is the strongest in the wilderness.
The wilderness never makes sense.
As long as you are strong enough, you can enslave hundreds of slaves to work for you.
As long as you are strong enough, you can kill your master with your own hands and live in fate again.
As long as you are strong enough, you can plunder other women and torture them wantonly.
One Eye's favorite color is blood, so he puts on a blood-red eye patch, tattoos exaggerated totems of red clusters, and even dyes his hair in exaggerated red. These years of killing, looting, rape, and abuse, there is almost nothing he dare not do. He doesn't know whether depravity makes people happy, or the pursuit of pleasure leads to depravity. The feeling of losing the shackles of this kind of desire is indeed addictive. He finally understands the mood of his former master, and finally understands the pleasure of the person who robbed his woman. What a fun thing it is to appreciate other people's suffering as a performance.
The world is not benevolent, this is the wilderness, don't be sentimental and think that fate has let you down, because fate has never bothered to look at you, put away that pitiful look, your suffering is worthless to the world, but But it can be fun for others.