Li Baoqiang was disgusted and wanted to vomit, but there was not even sour water that could be spit out in his stomach.

He analyzed that he had been in a coma for a few days, falling from a height of 1,000 meters, and there was a huge rock underneath, and he was lucky not to die, but the two soldiers did not see their figures, and they probably fell to their deaths.

What kind of hot air balloon is you playing, Hu Shengsong, this guy, don't have a good heart? Or was it unintentional?

Li Baoqiang shook his head, Hu Shengsong is not that kind of person!

When Li Baoqiang calmed down and opened his eyes, the "food" in front of him had long been wiped out and gone.

A Caucasian person on the side had already swallowed Li Baoqiang's share at an incredible speed, and even 'licked' the bowl.

Li Baoqiang was speechless for a while, a smell of roasted 'meat' wafted over, and the "prisoners" in the whole car turned their heads to stare at the fire outside the car.

The escorts were sitting around the campfire, roasting the 'meat' of unknown animals on the blazing bonfire, and there was a burst of 'meat' incense.

“Shit！” The white man on the side popped out a sentence, and Li Baoqiang understood this sentence.

Li Baoqiang glanced at the indignant white man and did not reply.

Looking at those escorts again, Li Baoqiang suddenly found three big men escorts, wearing Chinese 'camouflage' uniforms, which were too familiar, and they were the 'camouflage' uniforms of himself and the two soldiers.

"Grass, you uncle!" Li Baoqiang burst out a national curse from between his teeth.

I'll leave a pair of 'pants' for your uncle!

After Li Baoqiang finished scolding, he turned around, closed his eyes, stopped thinking about anything, and fell into a deep sleep again.

I haven't eaten for a few days, I bled a lot, my ribs are broken again, and Li Baoqiang is weak even if King Kong is alive.

After another two days and two nights of travel, Li Baoqiang was so hungry that he had to accept the kind of food made of hybrid noodles mixed with water, and his whole body was covered with wind and sand, feces and urine, and blood stains, and there was no clean place.

Just when Li Baoqiang was about to go crazy, the end came.

The elephant obediently stopped, and its trunk rolled up the branch and sent it into its mouth.

The escorts opened the iron cage carriages one by one, violently pulled the prisoners out of the car, and the shackles and handcuffs were also opened.

Li Baoqiang suddenly felt a loosening of his body, but as soon as he took a step, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The other prisoners were the same, probably due to the long-term inability to move, the blood was not smooth, most of them could not get up, Li Baoqiang 'touched' the numb 'legs', and staggered to his feet.

Looking around, a yellow 'colored' mountain lies in front of you, under the mountain is a stretch of high wall barbed wire, surrounded by a huge factory building, the chimney in the factory is towering, and thick yellow smoke is emitted outward, the smoke is choking, the surrounding trees and earth are shrouded in rusty red 'color' dust, and a small river is flowing with red 'color' river water.

After the escort and the armed men from the factory were 'handed' over, the elephant cart continued to move into the factory, and the truck load of coal was dumped in the coal yard.

Li Baoqiang and others were looking at the strange scene in front of them in amazement, this is clearly a steelmaking plant, but this steelmaking plant is also too environmentally friendly and very old.

"Smack!" The leather whip was 'pumped' in the air, and Li Baoqiang felt a burst of heat on his back.

A bald-headed black man held a leather whip, muttered something in his mouth, pointed in the direction of the factory 'gate', and the prisoner procession walked slowly into the 'gate' of the king of the land under the drive of the leather whip.

On the tall city walls, there were several rotting human heads, and everywhere were guards, armed with leather whips and rifles on their shoulders, patrolling back and forth.

Groups of ragged prisoners, carrying baskets on their backs, struggled out of a huge pit and poured baskets of reddish-brown 'coloured' stones into the elephant cart, which was filled and drove towards the smoking chimney not far away.

"Damn, this is to be a coolie!"

Li Baoqiang had a chill, and he turned out to be a coolie carrying ores.

Unwilling, Li Baoqiang's eyes smacked and 'touched' everywhere, looking for a chance to escape.

There are many high walls, there are barbed wire fences on them, guards are everywhere, the city 'gates' are high, and the big 'gates' are closed, and you want to escape unless you escape from the sky.

Thinking about the heads of those people on the high wall, Li Baoqiang made up his mind that he must be sure before he can escape, and before that, he should try his courage on his back!

What the hell is this plane, Li Baoqiang made up his mind and staggered into the edge of the pit with the team.

"Good figure, very strong, give him a pair of 'pants'." A guard leader instructed the minions.

Li Baoqiang got a big dirty 'trousers' slat, and there seemed to be a wicker basket with a strap on the basket, which was just enough to tightly strangle the entire 'chest'.

A flaming red charcoal basin with a tong 'stick' in it, and the prisoners took turns passing through the charcoal basin, screaming and the smell of burnt protein filling the air.

There was a slave, Li Baoqiang thought that his group of people was not prisoners, but slaves, could not bear the torment of the charcoal iron, broke free from the guards' surveillance, staggered away, the guards laughed wantonly, after laughing, one of the guards raised his rifle, aimed for a while, and threw the slave to the ground with a shot.

Immediately afterwards, the guard 'drawn' the scimitar in his waist, raised it high, and with a wave of his hand, a bloody human head rolled to the ground, and the guard took a few steps with his hair and threw it accurately on the high wall barbed wire.

The ranks of slaves were suddenly honest, and one by one the hoarse voices were branded with symbols, and with each number, the guard turned a circle of numbers on the soldering iron with his pliers.

Li Baoqiang couldn't help but scream, and the fiery red soldering iron marked the symbol of a hammer scimitar on his front 'chest', and there was a number 9527.

"I'm grassing your uncle, this *** is still Soviet, and 9527, are you going to want autumn fragrance or what."

Li Baoqiang gritted his teeth and scolded angrily in his heart.

“9527！ There are at least 10,000 slaves, and this mine is not small. ”

"Don't be lazy," the black, oily, 'meaty' guard shouted at the people who were working, wielding his whip.

This is a huge pit, iron ore is different from coal mines, most of them are on the surface of the plains, so the pit is not deep, it belongs to the scope of 'open' sky mines, and there are also some vertical shafts, horizontal shafts, mining ore stored on the shallow surface.

Thousands of ** slaves under the leather whip of the overseer worked hard under the scorching sun to dig iron ore with iron axes, hammers, iron cones, and iron pickaxes, and put the mined ore in bamboo baskets and carried them to the concentrator for washing.

After washing, the dark red 'color' hematite ore is picked out, and the red 'color' muddy water flows into the moat of the iron factory, staining the river like a corpse dumping ground after a massacre.

Surrounded by walls, the steel mill is lined with blast furnaces, chimneys, railroad tracks with special 'gates' leading to the mines, and small coal-burning locomotives spew steam to transport iron ore to the mill for refining.

Li Baoqiang bent over, carrying a heavy basket on his back, sweat running down his dirty hair and 'fascinating' his eyes, the wound on his back was hot and painful, and it had been ten days since he came to the inexplicable mine and steel mill, and he had to engage in such heavy hard work every day.

There were all kinds of people among the slaves, and the number of people of all colors could not be counted, because they were densely packed, no one knew anyone, and no one spoke, they all accepted their fate, and they could work like livestock with something to eat.