The next morning, Bill received a new assignment to move the body.

It snowed for a day and a night, and five hundred people died in the city, and no one cared whether they froze to death, or died of disease, or starvation.

It is also said to be the coldest year in Guineapoli in a decade.

For the first time in a month, Bill was given a chance to leave the city, and his task was to transport the body outside the city to find a place to bury it. Because the outside of the city was a defensive position of trenches and earthen embankments, Bill had to drive the laborers far away from the city to find a place to dig a pit.

Far away from the city walls, there are laborers who can't resist the desire to live and take the opportunity to escape. A game of chase was playing out in the snowfield, and the man had only run 300 meters before he was pounced by several hunting dogs released by the rebels.

In the midst of the wailing, the man was torn to pieces by the hounds, and blood was sprinkled on the ground, red snow.

The rest of the laborers looked at them numbly, then lowered their heads and continued their work, as if nothing had happened except that their bodies were trembling.

Killer Bill, or Percy Robinson, was wrapped in his coat, standing in the snow smoking, watching his men reprimand the laborers.

After escaping from the werewolves, he was carried by the torrent to the northern edge of the Ott Mountains, where he overcame the control of drugs at the cost of the terrible form he is now, and later mingled with some bandits, and finally joined the rebels by mistake.

The former handsome boy is gone, and the Posey Robinson, who is extreme in words but honest in heart, and there is no shortage of enthusiasm for life, is also gone.

At this moment, his heart is harder than iron, his eyes are sharper than knives, colder than ice and snow, as if he has seen through the world.

In the process of fleeing to the present, he has looked at the world with cold eyes, seen too much life, death and crime, as if he had lived again, and his understanding of this world has undergone fundamental changes.

The Posey Robinson of the past is gone.

The rebels ruined everything he had. He attributed his fate to the machinations of the True God, and he would not have died if he did not see the destruction of the True God and the rebels.

Now he had an important piece of information, and although he wasn't sure about it, he thought it was of great value. But how to send this information out has become a big problem.

The rebels did not allow anyone to leave the city without permission, and the fanatics were ready to bury them with the whole city, some of whom even believed they would win.

In their pamphlets, they see themselves as the spokesmen of the true God on earth, who must pay the price of blood in order to achieve true freedom, and that with sufficient zeal and loyalty to the true God, great things will be accomplished. For this, they are willing to give their lives.

Personal experience aside, the former Posey did not disagree with some of the philosophical values pursued by the True God Party, and during his university studies in the Holy City or in some private salons in Poitou, Posey also published something called ideals.

But when he watched from the sidelines, reality sobered him up.

This is nothing more than personal ambition under the wrap of some noble ideas, and the people at the top of the True God Party, while giving small favors to the people, everyone has something called wealth in their pockets, and they have a word called power hidden in their hearts.

After working in the snow for most of the day, everyone was frozen by 3 p.m. and only a breath of hot air remained.

When they returned to the city gate, Posey and his party were stopped, and the officers guarding the city gate were responsible for counting the number of people, which shows that the rebels were extremely well guarded.

While waiting to enter the city, Percy sees a man nicknamed Bearded Man arguing with someone.

Percy knew the bearded man, a local patrolman who had helped the rebels easily capture the city of Daguerre when they arrived.

All the resources in the city, especially food, were in the hands of the rebels. Guineapoli is a major grain-producing province, and Daguerre is an important transit point for grain exports, so the amount of grain is staggering.

The 200,000 inhabitants had not a single grain in their hands, and they had to exchange their labor for food, and the rebels also controlled the inhabitants by this extremely effective means and made them their free labor.

And it is the contractors of all sizes who manage the labor.

Both Posey and Beard are among the contractors who receive rewards for accepting and completing tasks assigned by the rebels, primarily food. Contractors generally only pay half of the food to the laborers, and if they can give 60%, then the contractor must be a philanthropist.

Percy stepped forward, pulled out a cigarette, and threw it to the bearded: "Hey, brother, got a new job?"

The bearded man knew him very well, and he pointed to about fifty cars behind him, and the bodies were full of firewood: "I'm going to send these firewood to Yorktown, and it was originally agreed to be delivered early tomorrow morning, but the commanders changed the order, and I must deliver it before ten o'clock in the evening, and now it's three o'clock, it's fucking unlucky!"

The bearded man cursed, and the three rebel soldiers supervising him pretended not to hear.

This is also the case, and these small contractors sometimes encounter rebel officers who do not follow the rules, and they can only consider themselves unlucky.

"Then you have 7 hours left, keep working hard, and you will definitely arrive on time. Percy joked, "I guess the soldiers there are shivering from the cold, waiting for the firewood you brought to keep them warm." Looks like you need to find a helper. ”

"Bill, don't talk cold. The bearded man rolled his eyes, pointed to Bo's subordinates and said, "Let's cooperate, you are out, and the task is half of the two of us." ”

"I'm seven and you're three, otherwise you'll find someone else. Percy shook his head.

"Four-six, after all, it's an errand I got. The bearded man said.

"Deal!"

Posey's labor team was back out of town, and for these laborers it was an outward block, and they did not dare to oppose it.

Due to the lack of livestock, two people per car were pulled in front, and several people had to be arranged to push in the back. The road covered in snow and ice was very slippery.

Yorktown, the furthest town from Daguerre, was long devoid of inhabitants and was demolished by the rebels to build a tall hexagonal bastion to guard the main road. These bastions are also beacons, and they are quick to deliver news in the event of a war.

It was precisely because Yorktown was at the forefront of the defensive line that Posey took the initiative to hook up with the beard, which may be an excellent opportunity, but of course it is also very risky.

The convoy arrived at its destination at 10 p.m., of course, under the watchful eye of a group of rebel soldiers.

After all, it was the closest to the front line, and not far from the town was the range of scout activity on both sides.

Posey was directing the transportation of firewood and observing the environment, but unfortunately he had a good view in the snow at night, but he could not see the situation outside the town, and from time to time rebel soldiers lined up to walk in front.

Occasionally, one or two gunshots can be heard, and the approach of war can already be felt.

The weather was cold, and there was a possibility that the opposing scouts would be present at night, and the rebel soldiers in charge of supervision were reluctant to take risks, so Posey and the others had to spend the night in the town.

It was impossible for Posey and his men to enter the fortress that could shelter him from the wind and cold, so he had to order a few huts to be built by the stables against the broken wall, so that they could make peace for the night.

Posey nibbled on some dry food in hot water, and when he lay down, it was already 1 a.m. on December 25.

If Mark Wheeler's intelligence is correct, the war will start during the day today, leaving little time for Percy.

Percy closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, a skill he had learned while on the run, and to refresh himself at every opportunity.

When he opened his eyes, it was about 4 a.m., and there was a dream cry of a bearded man beside him. Percy sat up quietly, and then came to the stable.

He had long noticed that there were two horses in the stable, which might have been used by the defenders in the nearby fortress to convey military information.

When he untied the reins, a sneer came from behind him:

"Bill, we're all friends, how can you find freedom alone?"

The bearded man stood behind him with a pistol in his hand. Percy turned around slowly and smiled:

"There are two horses here, one for each of us, how about it?"

"What?" the bearded man was slightly stunned, and said, "Bill, you are too naïve, a person like me has no chance to surrender to the government army, I have already invested a large sum of money in Mr. Mark Wheeler, and I believe you have voted too." In this case, you are still thinking about escaping, I can only think that you are a spy and really want to see you hanged. ”

"I have a Louis cheque with a denomination of 10,000 gold in my pocket, and if you let me go, this cheque will belong to you." ”

"It's a pity, in this case, you are dead. The bearded man grinned and fired.

Before the fire from the muzzle of the gun shone, Percy's figure shook in advance, and he raised his hand and flew a dagger towards the bearded man's throat.

The bearded man fell in disbelief.

But Percy jumped on his horse and galloped out of town.

The rebel soldiers in the fortress reacted, and the rebel soldiers patrolling and guarding outside the town were in an uproar. For a while, the gunfire was loud, and the highly nervous soldiers opened fire one after another.

Posi crouched on his horse, taking advantage of the gap between the soldiers in front of him to reload their bullets, and quickly crossed the first line of defense outside the town.

However, the rebels had built too many trenches at the front, and the horses suddenly stepped into the air and threw Percy out.

Posey rolled in the snow, unloading most of his strength, and he didn't pay attention to the voices behind him, and the cat ran forward as fast as he could, like a leopard, galloping through the snow.

From time to time, buckshot flew in with a whooshing sound, and Percy kept changing course before suddenly burrowing into a snowdrift.

In the darkness, a large number of men and horses passed by.

Percy didn't dare to move, the heat on his body was rapidly draining, and he could only secretly pray that his luck would be a little better and not be discovered.

Posey probably never imagined that the war would comically break out early because of him.

The rebel commotion and gunfire alerted the nearby government troops, who deployed at the front line and soon exchanged fire with the rebel search party.

A full-scale fire ensued, but darkness was their worst enemy for both sides, and they could only shoot far away from the light of the fire on the opposite side.

This was a good opportunity for Posey, and the rebels' eyes were drawn to the frontal government forces, and he jumped out of the snowdrift and ran to the other side.

Suddenly, Percy felt something on the ground, and he flew into the air, and then several black shadows pounced on him and crushed him to the ground, and someone punched him several times in the head.

Before fainting, Percy heard someone say in a native voice he once knew:

"Finally got a live one. ”

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