Chapter six hundred and sixty seventh erupting volcano
Chapter 667: Erupting Volcano
"There's a fire, there's a fire."
"You bastards, get up and put out the fire."
"Get the fuck up."
The petty officers and foremen were carrying whips and weapons in their hands, running around the camp, waving their whips when they met people, driving the workers like animals, forcing them to work hard all day, and they were exhausted.
Extreme animals go to put out fires.
Driven by whips and sticks, the workers who were so exhausted that they could no longer stand still had no choice but to pick up basins and buckets, and walked slowly towards the burning lumber factory with heavy steps.
Go.
The fire was raging in the distance, shining directly into the sky. From a distance, the orange-red flames seemed to have burned into the sky. Under the bright firelight, even the thin silhouettes of the workers were coated with a layer of red, but in action
At that time, each of them appeared unusually slow and stiff. Their hair was disheveled and their eyes were dull. They were just acting on instinct.
Their thin and hunched bodies moved slowly step by step. From a distance, they looked like a group of mindless zombies. If you didn't look carefully, you would be mistaken for skeleton soldiers under the control of a necromancer.
The foremen next to them still felt that their actions were slow, and kept yelling and yelling, waving their whips mercilessly, cracking the whips, and with each whip, pieces of fresh meat flew everywhere, wailing miserably.
Call.
Even though they drove hard, the workers had been up since dawn, and they had just rested late at night, having worked for a full twenty hours.
And in one day, they only ate two slices of dry and hard coarse bread that was hard to swallow, and two meals of thin soup with wild vegetables. These were not enough for a normal meal for a laborer.
What's more, this is still desperate labor day after day, with no rest. You can only rest after you work until you die.
At this moment, they have already reached the edge of collapse, like a clockwork that has been twisted to the limit, either breaking or violently springing back.
Therefore, no matter how much the supervisors yelled and scolded, they didn't get much better. On the contrary, from time to time, some people just couldn't bear it and fell down immediately.
The supervisors were not merciful and ran over to the man immediately, whipping him. But as soon as they beat the man up, someone else fell down next to him, causing the team of workers to stop and go.
After only a short period of work, those bastard supervisors were already gasping from exhaustion and spitting out their tongues.
But even so, the whips in their hands did not dare to pause at all, crackling in the crowd.
In one team, a young worker finally couldn't stand it anymore, threw away the broken bucket in his hand, and shouted angrily: "You guys beat me to death~! Work during the day, work at night, and you will be whipped at every turn.
, what’s the point of living like a dog like this? It’s better to die.”
Everyone was shocked immediately.
Someone had a thoughtful look on their face.
Some people lowered their heads and glanced at the supervisor in front of them from the corners of their eyes.
Living now, I can only live like a dog. I have no freedom, I am whipped and scolded by others, and I work constantly. I will never see a glimmer of hope.
Should he continue to be tamed like this until the last trace of his vitality is drained out?
He fell to the ground dead like a wild dog and was buried in a shallow mass grave by the still living people.
Is this our fate?
Is death our only escape?
"That one over there, get up quickly. Do you want to be beaten?" The supervisor next to him saw it and ran over in anger.
He came closer, smiled ferociously, and whipped his head.
But the man took a small step forward, and immediately dodged the whip without a sound, and then shouted loudly: "You bastards. We are also human beings, we also have parents, wives and children, and we also have families. Why?
We have to work non-stop, like animals until we die. We don’t even get the chance to see them for the last time? But you have wine and meat, forcing us to work non-stop."
The workers were once again stunned.
The man's words were like lightning and thunder, striking through the numb hearts of the workers.
Only then did their minds, which had already become rigid, remember that they seemed to have a family, children, wives, parents...
How long ago was that?
How long has it been since you were forcibly dragged to this factory by those cruel officials?
One month, two months, one year, two years...
The deepest memory is the smiling face of the child, the resentment of the wife, and the expectations of the parents...
But I can’t go back~!
All of this will be gone with the wind, and I can only be drained of all value like an old dog, and finally die silently in the never-ending labor.
They may look at the door of their home day after day in the direction they left.
But they can never wait for their return.
They won't even know they died there.
In the workers' eyes, which were originally dull and ashen-like, a faint brilliance of humanity began to shine through.
The man's words evoked their original human emotional nature, which had been worn away by years of labor and cruel oppression.
At this time, the man shouted angrily: "They are all waiting for us to go home. But we can't go back. We can only work until we die. Rather than doing this, it would be better... it would be better..."
"Besides living as humbly as dogs and dying in the end, do we have another choice?" The workers should have been numb and unable to think at all.
Therefore, they all stopped and looked at the young man blankly, waiting for the inevitable answer.
"How about that?" The supervisor also realized something was wrong and looked at the young man with a ferocious expression. Then he pulled out the dagger from his waist, roared angrily, and rushed towards him.
The young man immediately backed away.
At the same time, everyone could see clearly the gleaming dagger in the hands of the overseer. The workers who had seen Hegen's cruelty for a long time thought this was a matter of course.
The workers all looked at this duel with disparity in strength indifferently, neither making a sound to stop it nor taking action. They just watched in silence.
The overseer brandished the dagger in his hand, becoming more and more courageous as he fought. Several times he was able to scratch the young man.
At this time, when the supervisors and guards around saw the situation here, they also rushed here one after another.
The supervisor then brandished a dagger and stabbed the worker's vitals again and again.
Seeing that the other party could only dodge in embarrassment, he laughed wildly and said with a ferocious smile: "What do you mean? What better do you do? What can you do with these untouchables? Hahahaha..."
While he was laughing wildly, he didn't realize that everything was completely silent at this time. Even the sound of the fire in the lumber yard seemed to have disappeared.
All the workers stopped and listened with bated breath, listening intently to the young man's answer.
Just like the calm before the storm, everyone is waiting silently, waiting for the thunder that will inevitably appear behind the dark clouds.
At this moment, the young man smiled strangely.
The supervisor was stunned for a moment, and instinctively felt his heart sinking: "He...why is he laughing?"
Immediately afterwards, the young man roared angrily: "I'd rather kill you~!"
The sound was like lightning that pierced the sky, ripping open everyone's eardrums violently, penetrated into their ears, and was ultimately burned into their hearts.
The sturdy and burly overseer was immediately shocked and looked at the young man opposite and the silent workers behind him in fear.
Immediately afterwards, the young man gently raised his hand, and immediately a dazzling long sword jumped out automatically, and then swung the sword heavily~!
Under the illumination of the fire, the long sword struck the overseer with a streak of orange light.
The supervisor immediately screamed miserably, and blood spurted out like spring water, spreading all over the sky.
The strong smell of blood immediately reached everyone's noses, and then the dead body fell to the ground with a plop.
Before he died, there was still a strange look in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it: Why would a worker really dare to kill him?
As a supervisor, don’t I have the natural right to whip, oppress and exploit them?
The other supervisory guards nearby saw it and immediately shouted loudly.
"Reverse, reverse..."
"The Mud Legs rebelled, kill him, kill him~!"
Hearing the hoarse shouting, the young man waved the long sword in his hand, pointed it at the supervisors and soldiers who were surrounding him, and shouted angrily: "I just rebelled against you. So what~!"
The supervisors and guards were speechless.
Yes, that damn untouchable is rebelling~!
What can I do to him?
The workers were also shocked.
Yes, if it's the other way around, so what?
It's a death anyway.
Instead of humbly allowing others to bully and die, it would be better to fight to the death like a real bloody man.
Even if he died, it would still be vigorous~!
This life is not in vain~!
We are descendants of the Semitic tribe, and we have the blood of wolves in our nature~!
The Great Demon God will protect the most heroic warriors in the sky~!
At this time, strange looks flashed in the eyes of the workers nearby, and they began to look at them with a look that the supervisors had never seen before.
That kind of look can only be seen in a wolf cub who has just tasted blood - curious, bloodthirsty, eager, and a little impatient.
It's like a lurking beast is sizing up the arteries and veins in its prey's neck in order to pounce on it and deliver a fatal bite~!
The guards looked at each other, then shouted loudly: "Kill him!" and rushed towards the young man.
At this time, they were no longer fighting for suppression, but for their own lives.
If they cannot kill the young man in an instant and extinguish the flame of rebellion, then they themselves will be killed by the awakened workers~!
Compared with workers, their number is too small.
Normally, they can only be threatened with the 'terror of death'. Once this threat fails, the consequences will be catastrophic.
The workers picked up hoes and iron drills, but they were not able to resist.
Seeing the ferocious looks on their faces, they rushed over with gnashing teeth. The young man responded to them with an even more ferocious sneer~!
Then, he raised his hand and threw the long sword in his hand towards the nearest soldier.
The soldier was unprepared and did not expect that the person on the opposite side would make such a strange move. The sharp sword immediately came out of his chest. He screamed and fell to the ground.
The guards couldn't help but be stunned. They had never seen such a weird fighting method before. They threw away the weapons they relied on to save their lives as soon as they faced each other. What was going on?
Immediately, they were filled with ecstasy: No matter what, he no longer had weapons in his hands, and it would be easier to kill him.
The remaining guards roared even louder and pounced like wolves with their weapons in hand.
At this time, the young man reached out and pulled out two strange things from his arms.
The long thin tube shone with metallic luster, reflecting the beating flames, like a living monster.
Immediately afterwards, the guards saw that the man had pointed the black hole of the weapon towards them.
‘Pah, pah pah pah…’
A strange sound kept ringing, clear and loud.
Streams of fire burst out from the muzzle.
Before the guards could understand, they immediately felt pain on their bodies, and then were knocked to the ground by the huge inertia, and some even flew upside down.
In just an instant, eight or nine guards were hit in vital parts without even making a sound, and died on the spot.
Two or three others were also knocked to the ground.
They looked at the small hole-like wound on their body strangely, as if wondering why they had such a wound on their body.
But then blood gurgled out. Severe pain also spread along the nerves to the brain. At that moment, they were rolling and wailing in pain.
When the last three remaining soldiers saw this scene, they were frightened out of their wits. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that the young man opposite was holding a magic weapon, which was not something their soldiers could deal with.
They didn't care much, and immediately shouted, then dropped the spears in their hands, turned around and fled into the darkness.
But how could the young man keep them alive?
He glanced coldly, then took a few steps to reach a dead soldier, hooked his toes, and the spear jumped up automatically and fell into his hand.
The young man held the middle of the spear and gently turned it a few times gracefully. This movement was very pleasing to the eye, like flowing clouds and flowing water. However, this was not just to show off, but also to find the balance of the center of gravity of the spear.
point.
Immediately afterwards, the young man exhaled and threw the spear in his hand.
A black shadow flew in front of everyone's eyes like lightning, and then a running guard screamed and was nailed to the ground by the spear.
The young man followed the same pattern and nailed the other two people to the ground.
At this time, a group of workers were surprised to find that although there was another team of guards in the distance who noticed something was wrong and rushed towards them angrily. However, in this very short period of time, there were no supervisors or guards around them.
Guards, they were all killed by the young man in front of them.
The young man didn't even look at the guards coming from a distance, but walked over, casually pulled out the long sword that was stuck on the guard, and then raised it high.
He shouted angrily: "What is this?"
A group of workers discovered that the usually aloof supervisors and guards were so weak. They were easily killed by the young man in just one round, and they were immediately more confident.
In addition, the strong smell of blood stimulated them. Their anger at being oppressed and enslaved for a long time suddenly broke out, and they were also furious at the moment~!
They looked at the young man and shouted in unison: "This is a long sword~!"
"No~!" The young man waved his long sword and roared angrily towards the dark sky: "This is freedom~!"
He roared angrily: "Get up. Brothers, follow me and rebel. Apart from shackles and shackles, we have nothing to lose~!"
"Get up, brothers, and rebel together. Only in this way can we still have a chance to see our families alive~!"
"Get up, brothers, and rebel against me~! For the sake of our children no longer being enslaved like us."
"Reverse, rebel, rebel..." The workers also shouted wildly at that moment.
"For survival, for freedom~!"
Hundreds of voices shouted in unison, hundreds of arms were raised, and the whole area was as dense as a dense forest.
Then, like a snowball, more and more workers started shouting, and the sound got louder and louder.
The strong pressure they had received had already made them like a volcano about to erupt, but at this time, the young man's words were like a fuse, stimulating their nerves and immediately detonating the huge volcano.
At the end, the entire factory resounded with loud shouts. The sound was like a raging tide, resounding throughout the sky and rolling across the earth like thunder.
Facing tens of thousands of workers, the guards and supervisors tried hard to suppress them at first, but then they heard the roar like thunder and saw more and more workers looking towards them with malicious faces.
He gathered himself around and pointed the simple tools in his hands toward them.
Their faces were pale with fear, their limbs were weak, and they did not even dare to point their weapons at them. Instead, they screamed loudly like a group of women surrounded by gangsters in the middle of the night.
"What do you want to do?"
"Go back quickly, go back."
"Don't come over, don't come over..."
"I order you to go back, go back."
"..."
But the workers didn't listen at all. They rushed over like a tide and drowned them.
When the remaining guards and supervisors saw that something was wrong, they dropped their weapons and ran away like a lost dog.
But no matter where they went, workers would always be chasing them.
Someone immediately got into the bushes and hid. However, they were immediately picked out by the workers and beaten to death with sticks.
Some people smeared the blood of the dead and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, but the workers would not even let go of the corpses of supervisors and soldiers, and would not stop until they were smashed.
These people who pretended to be dead were then randomly shot to death by the workers who slaughtered their bodies to express their hatred.
Some people saw that something was wrong and could not escape the pursuit of the laborers. They knelt on the ground and kept crying and begging for mercy. They were willing to beg the other party to spare their lives. Even a lion would cry after hearing the miserable and sad voice.
But after years of hard work, those workers have become hard-hearted and more ruthless than lions.
As long as they think of how the overseers oppressed them and the fellow villagers and friends they buried with their own hands, uncontrollable anger will ignite in their hearts.
They didn't pay any attention to the guards who begged for mercy. They just stretched out their big feet and kicked them to the ground slowly, and then tore into pieces the guards and overseers who had once sat on their heads and lorded it over them.
This volcano, which had been suppressed for a long time, erupted with unparalleled power. It ruthlessly destroyed everything in front of it.
All the soldiers caught by the laborers were beaten to death, and not even their intact bodies were left behind.
At this time, as the chaos intensified, most of the camp was already on fire. The shacks, workshops, and warehouses were all ablaze with flames, and the remaining half was also burning with sparks. It was about to start.
Burn.
Screams, roars, shouts, curses, the clash of weapons, the crackle of burning firewood... plus the fire that shot up into the sky.
The whole camp looks like a Shura hell.
Every moment someone screamed and fell down, and every moment someone cheered loudly.
In the end, all the sounds came together and turned into a roar like the roar of an abyss monster.
"Reverse, reverse~!"
That sound, together with the blood, corpses, and the gleaming sword, stimulated everyone's nerves, forcing them to go crazy.
‘Woo~woo~~~’
A long horn sounded.
It was a military camp stationed at a strategic location and heavily guarded.
After getting through the initial period of confusion and figuring out the situation, they finally reacted.
The officers inside began to assemble their troops, preparing to mobilize out of the camp and suppress the rebellion with an iron fist.
They knew they were about to face soldiers who were armed to the teeth, but these workers were not afraid at all.
For them, it is all death anyway. Instead of dying under the whip, it is better to fight vigorously. If they win, they will have hope of survival. If they fail, they will just go back to the starting point.
The workers' hearts were filled with high morale. After all, they had nothing more to lose.
The advantages of their daily strict military-style management have emerged.
These workers spontaneously organized themselves according to their usual labor arrangements and began to assemble to prepare for battle with the army.
Some guys who were running around and lost their organization immediately found a team nearby, squeezed into the team, and gathered together.
They all grasped the weapons they had just found at random, the stolen swords, sharpened sticks, shovels, iron picks, crowbars...
Although these weapons are all extremely crude, and they know that facing that well-trained army, there will inevitably be heavy losses, and many people will not be able to see the sun tomorrow. But their morale is high,
Without the slightest hesitation.
Anyway, everyone is going to die.
Nothing to lose but the shackles~!
In this cruel world, human life is worthless.
Bloody men, if they want to live a good life, they should not rely on others' charity and mercy, but must fight for it with their own hands~!
Even if you die in battle, it is still a vigorous battle. It is better than being bullied to death like an animal~!
At this time, the army on the opposite side marched in neat steps and pressed over like a mountain.
The sword is bright and the halberd is bright, the cold light is like snow~!
The murderous aura that was unique to the military formation was as heavy as the real thing. It rolled over and made people unable to breathe.