Night, Kingdom on the Bridge, Tchila Wolf.

Because every once in a while, as the bridge is built, local workers and officials have to move, and local workers seem to be built in a very simple way. Warehouses seem to be arranged neatly and densely, like carved from a mold, this kind of building is naturally not comfortable to live in, let alone warmth in winter.

The warehouse-like residence is very empty, without a compartment, and many workers live together, without any private space at all. They have almost no extra furniture except a bed.

The residence is quite dark, and I can only see things clearly through some afterglow from the moonlight outside the window.

The little boy Abram sat on a short stool beside the bed. His mother was lying on the bed with a faint breath and fell asleep. The clothes and cotton cloth on Abram's mother's back were stained with blood, and because of the extremely low temperature, they were stuck to the wounds of the skin.

This place, the laborers, and more precisely, the slaves, without doctors and drugs, could not even burn some hot water.

Abram's mother's injuries were not as serious as she seemed, but when she fell into this place, everyone was helpless. Compared to being beaten to death by supervisors on the bridge during the day, her experience at this time was indescribable torture, because she was now waiting for death.

Even Abram, who was only ten years old, knew this in his heart.

The coughing and moans that sounded from time to time made Abram, who was worried, remained half asleep and half awake. His little head was hanging down, and a gentle call suddenly made him wake up.

“Abram?”

Abram looked up and saw that his mother had woken up at some point, looking at him softly with her face.

"Mom, you're awake!" Abram's eyes were swollen like walnuts. I don't know how long he had cried. When he saw his mother woke up, he hurried to look at the cotton cloth on his back. However, the cotton cloth soaked in blood had been stuck with the flesh of the blooming wound. How could a child who was only ten years old deal with it?

Abram's mother looked at her son's helpless look and whispered: "Abram, come here."

Abram obediently came to his mother's bed, followed his extended arms and shrank into his mother's arms. In many cold winters, he spent the hard nights in his mother's warm arms.

"Mother."

"Um?"

"I was wrong," Abram raised his head and opened his eyes wide. "They said you will die, okay?"

Abram's mother struggled with difficulty in stroking his slightly curly hair: "As long as Abram is alive, mother will not die, because mother will always live in your heart. So, Abram, remember to be obedient in the future and live well for the sake of mother."

"I don't want you to live in my heart, I want you to be by my side."

"Silly child." Abram's mother kissed her son's forehead and said in a slight voice, "How could I always be with you?"

...

The next morning, Abram woke up by the cold. He sniffled and found that his mother was still hugging him tightly, but the warm embrace of the past had lost its proper temperature and became cold.

Abram's mother died like this.

Abram's head was blank, and he was sitting next to the bed, everything that happened around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It was not until his mother's body was discovered and several slave workers, under the order of the officials, wanted to move the body away, that Abram went crazy and punched the people to stop them from moving their mother's body.

But at a young age, he had no effect at all except adding a little obstacle to the work of the laborers. A male worker got annoyed by him, pushed him away and shouted: "What are you trying to do to make things difficult for us! We are just slaves, what can we do!?"

The warehouse was quiet, and the man who pushed Abram away gritted his teeth, and accelerated his movements with his companions, leaving in panic.

...

Tony bit a cigar, and eight of them were wearing gold rings in his ten fingers, and a heavy gold chain was placed around his neck, dressed in a nouveau riche.

He and Colonel Mouse, as well as a big belly official from Tchila Wolf, were standing in the warm room burned by the stove, looking through the glass at the workmen who were still working hard in the cold outside.

Tony actually came to the Bridge Kingdom twice before, but I don’t know if it was because William had given me some explanation before coming here, and I had a preconceived impression. Now when I look at these workers, I have indeed found many different things.

The workers in the Kingdom of the Bridge need to work together for many years and there is no guarantee in this place. There is steel and stone everywhere that can easily kill people. Whenever one person neglects it during work, it may kill other workers. Therefore, these people are extremely adaptable to group life and teamwork, and at the same time they are extremely obedient.

On the other hand, the cruel working environment makes them endure hardships and those with this trait will obviously not resist too much boring and hard training.

Moreover, the hard and cruel living environment is also a knockout match for life. Those who can survive are obviously people with sufficient physical conditions and good foundation.

The days of dying and the harsh living environment were the birthplace of William’s outstanding military sources on the earth in his previous life.

Tony vomited a smoke ring, and he felt more and more that William was right. The people in front of him were able to endure hardships, willing to cooperate, and had potential. They were simply born soldiers. The most important thing was that they had no support. If William could get them out of the sea of ​​suffering, it would be like their reborn parents. They would basically be able to rely on William in the future, and there would be no way out.

"Mr. Tony, you said your company was going to mine, so you needed to buy slave laborers who didn't need to keep their lives safe..." The Tchlawolf official looked down at a list with several requirements, "But why do you buy even these ten-year-old and teenage kids?"

"Children are easy to manage," Tony said calmly, "Wouldn't adults run away more easily? Are you and your colleagues not happy to get these children away?"
Chapter completed!