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 cursing, waving their whips mercilessly, cracking the whips, and with each whip blow, 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 hold 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 life force is drained out of him?

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, striking through the workers' numb hearts.

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 stepped back.

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~!
To be continued...