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Since we were assigned to their group, we have never been punished by the Roman overseer for failing to do the day's work.

More than a month has passed on the island in the blink of an eye.

More than 10,000 long pieces of black stone mined by more than 100 of our slaves piled up the reef platform in front of the longhouse.

The marching instructions before the start of work every morning have thus become a summons from King Eddard.

Groups of three or five squatted or sat on the stones, the scene was funny and sad,

We are naked**, with scorched skin, a chest full of hair like artemisia grass, and a demented and chaotic gaze, like an uncivilized group of apes in the mountains.

If these Romans who believed in Christ God had a little mercy and allowed us to survive with food and clothing that had been tamed, the next thing would not have happened.

Dry as a mule and horse, less than a pound of wheat rations a day, no meat fat, no fruits and vegetables.

Even the pond salt, which is necessary for ordinary people to survive, is also for us to lick the reef by the beach like cattle and sheep on the grassland.

In addition, the winter in the Mediterranean has come, we do not have an inch of warm clothing on our bodies, the consumption of energy in our bodies has completely emptied the bodies of every slave, and hunger spreads like a plague throughout the island.

The Persian, Semitic, and Hebrew groups, which were still monolithic when they first arrived on the island, disintegrated themselves, and food ration thefts and robberies occurred from time to time.

Everyone is like a skeleton, and everyone fights for food.

The Roman overseers were too lazy to manage the starvation of us who were the leaders of the line, and they would go down to the longhouse every three or five days to check the number of finishes in each group.

If the number of quarries does not meet the requirements, it will be a beating of the head and face.

The constitution of the slaves could no longer withstand such corporal punishment, and deaths occurred from time to time.

Perhaps these diabolical overseers were ordered to dispose of all slave waste when the work on the island was completed.

Now that the mining of the stone is nearing completion, the whole project is halfway through, and it is no longer necessary to have too many slaves to complete the project on time

So Ed is no longer like he was at the beginning, just to make us suffer a little bit of flesh and skin for the disobedient slave laborers.

Now the order he gave to his thugs was to beat them to death.

The bodies of the dead slaves were thrown directly from the cliffs on the left bank into the vast sea.

Looking at the skinny brothers Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er, infinite sorrow rose in my heart.

When we first arrived on the island, if we fought hard, there was still a glimmer of life, but now we can be blown down by a weak gust of wind, how can we have the slightest capital to escape, we can only wait here for the call of the god of death.

The dilapidated house was in a rainy situation, and at such a moment, the only remaining rations for the three of us disappeared at the same time one night.

The saint has words, food and clothing, and knows etiquette. Cang Liao is solid, and knows shame.

Naturally, God has deprived us of the last hope of survival, so we can't take care of anything, grab it!

Since then, the three of us brothers have become "bandits" on the island, robbing food when we see it, and bullying slaves who are weaker than us has become a daily routine.

Then he led this group of weak people to offend those strong people who were still in the group, and snatched a few grains of wheat from the "tiger's mouth" to save their lives.

The looting did not end until all the slaves' rations had been divided.

Whether it's peeling tree bark, eating seaweed, or going to the beach to catch fish in the shallows, all survival methods are used to the extreme.

Such a famine will continue until the ships carrying the grain, again in ?? The dock by the lake will come to an end when it docks.

Eddard and his men must have embezzled this ration from our slaves, as the grains of wheat were getting smaller and smaller each time.

From barely enough to eat for a month at the beginning, to more than 20 days later, and then to the current 10-day need, each time it is decreasing.

It seems that Lord Antonio of Knight's Castle is not supplied with the number of our slaves, but according to the manpower required for the project.

In the quarrying stage, the most manpower is required, so the supply of rations is also the most sufficient.

Now that the stone masonry has begun, including the steps on the pier, the dock, the warehouse on the reef platform, the cistern, and the castle next to the log longhouse, there is no longer as much slave labor, and the rations are correspondingly reduced.

What if there is not enough food? Then let's choose the fittest and let us slaves solve it ourselves.

The old, weak, sick and disabled are eliminated by themselves and become dry bones buried at the bottom of the sea.

The strong who steal life for the time being can continue to endure until the last drop of blood is squeezed dry.

Therefore, these Roman overseers no longer intervened in the various incidents of group fights or solo fights between our slaves over food and water.

During the day, they would sit on the balcony with the Roman girls in their arms, and watch the cannibalism between our slaves as if they were watching a gladiatorial battle in an arena.

Without the intervention of the Romans, none of the slaves in the field would be our opponent when it came to fighting.

But the rations were too small, and the wheat grains that Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and I had tried our best to grab could not offset the physical strength we had consumed.

Slowly, the fighting over food on the island subsided.

Except for the fact that they barely worked every day under the threat of the overseer's whip, everyone was in a state of despair and numbness before the dying.

There is no longer a struggle, they are all waiting for the god of death to come sooner to end this purgatory-like suffering.

One evening, Liu Zhen'er and I struggled on the grass in the forest and couldn't sleep.

Faced with nowhere to hide from the cold and hunger, I longed to find a straw rope and break myself off on a palm tree next to me.

At this time, Qin Chong ran back from the beach happily, and shouted happily: "Young master! Pot helmet! Get up! There's fish to eat! ”

When I heard that there was something to eat, Liu Zhener and I got up in a hurry.

But seeing that Qin Chong was carrying two fat flying fish in his hand, they weighed four or five catties, which was enough for us to eat a full meal.

The three of us brothers did not speak, but sat around the grass and flayed them alive.

In addition to the poisonous bitter gall, all the things that can satisfy the stomach, including fish scales, gills, and fish bones, have been swept away by us.

A few months ago, we were enjoying roast lamb and wine on the beach in the city-state of Antioch, with a bag full of gold coins, and beautiful people and good food day and night.

And now we have long since become wild men who drink blood.

"Chong'er, how did you get this fish?"

After more than a pound of raw fish meat was eaten, we came back to life, and we were very curious about the origin of this flying fish.

There were no nets or hooks, and even though the waters around the island were full of fish flying like waves against the surface of the sea at dusk, we could only sigh and not catch a single one.

"Oh, the way the Hebrews taught! Marine fish like bait with a bloody smell, so I made a few bloody cuts on my body, soaked in the bay for a long time, and finally got a catch! ”

Qin Chong's bun and beard hadn't been combed since he went to the island, and they were tangled together like a mess.

The previous handsome heroic style has long since disappeared, and only the skeleton of the ** body remains, and the wound that has just been cut with gravel can no longer shed half a drop of blood.

"Brother! I'm sorry for you! There was nowhere to resolve the sorrow, so I could only hold Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and cry loudly.

"Young master, cheer up! As long as we have a breath, we have to find a way to escape from this demon cave! ”

Qin Chong patted me on the shoulder and comforted me in a low voice, what a good brother who lives and dies together!

It was all my own selfish thoughts that got my two brothers in such a miserable situation.

But to this day, he and Liu Zhen'er have not complained to me, the incompetent young master, and have tried every means to make me suffer a little less on this island.

I can live up to everything in the world, not even the Buddha and God, but not the loyalty of my two brothers.

It's time to make a decision and leave this isolated island alive with two good brothers.

Even if we eat human flesh and drink human blood, bear the infamy of eternity, and go to hell after death, we cannot be destroyed in this life at the hands of Satan's impermanence.

"Young master, I don't know how Miss Do'er, Old Han, and Langton are doing now."

After crying, Liu Zhen'er muttered softly, This is a topic that must not be mentioned in front of me before.

I can't imagine what it would be like for my little sister Gulandot to fall into the wrong hands of people like Antonio and Eddard.

However, according to the situation before we left the island, including the death of the old Ruhr, it shows that the Romans in the Knights' Fort did not find the little sister.

Moreover, this Rome is also an empire with laws, and Lord Antonio's murderous and overselling business is also disgraceful, and he will definitely not dare to use the power of the imperial court to help him arrest people.

In this way, there are only two possibilities for them at present.

Perhaps he has returned to the East safely, and now he has just crossed the Green Ridge Ice Field, and his homeland in Khotan is close at hand.

The second possibility is that they did not leave this Eastern Rome and hibernate on the spot in order to rescue us.

All three of them were blonde and blue-eyed Persians, the Syrian province was originally Persian land, the Gulandos was fluent in Roman, and the old Ruhr was dead.

Therefore, as long as these three men found a remote place outside the city-state of Antioch to live, they would never arouse the suspicion of the Roman government, and no one would know where they came from.

The huge amount of money plus more than 10,000 gold coins is still by their side, and there is also the psychic eagle Qingluan from the side, why don't you ask about this isolated island that imprisons us!

Thinking of this, my already cooled blood boiled again.