The death of a person in the slave team is as common as eating and, even if this dead man was once in the limelight, the body of the slave tyrant 5914 was carried out and thrown away in the early morning of the next day, the guards did not talk nonsense, the slaves fought each other and they didn't care at all, anyway, there were many more robust prisoners of war slaves transported from everywhere every day, and the price was unimaginably low.

"Let's die, let's die, anyway, there are people, let's fight if we fight, it takes some physical strength, and I don't have to think about running away all the time."

The guards thought so.

When queuing up to eat in the morning, Liu Ziguang stared at his bloodshot eyes, looking for a few followers of 5914 in the team. In the past, he bullied Liu Ziguang many times with 5914. Thinking of them, Liu Ziguang gritted his teeth with hatred.

A few guys were squatting in the corner holding cakes, and suddenly found that the bloodthirsty devil from last night had stood in front of them without knowing when, and one of them had the courage to ask, "9527, what do you want to do?" ”

Liu Ziguang stretched out his hand: "Take it!" He was referring to breakfast in the hands of the slaves—a piece of sorghum cake.

In the slave team, the most valuable and worthwhile thing to fight for is food, if you can't eat enough, you can't work well, you will be beaten by the overseers, the guards, and if you are injured, you will be even more weak, and you will not be able to grab food, so if the vicious circle continues, you will soon have to give up your life. Therefore, the slaves would rather be beaten than keep their food.

One of the more courageous guys among the several people shrank back and shouted at Liu Ziguang: "9527, don't think that if you kill 5914, we will be afraid of you. ”

Liu Ziguang was still immersed in the mania after the killing, and when he heard such a shouting answer, he couldn't help but go berserk, grabbed this person by the collar, lifted him up from the ground, stuck his neck and hit the brick wall next to him.

"Bang, bang", a dull crashing sound, accompanied by screams, a few mottled blood stains splashed on the brick wall, and the remaining two people glanced at each other, touched the clay bowl used to drink porridge from the table, and smashed it at Liu Ziguang from behind, the clay bowl was not as suitable as the beer bottles of later generations, but it was split into pieces on Liu Ziguang's bald head, which did not cause much damage, but it angered Liu Ziguang even more.

He left the man who had been knocked unconscious, turned back and looked coldly at the two guys who attacked him, the two saw that Liu Ziguang's eyes almost turned red, revealing demonic coldness and rage, and they were even more frightened, just wanted to slip away, they were kicked by Liu Ziguang's two ferocious side kicks, Liu Ziguang used his rough and hard fist due to long-term mining to take turns on the faces of the two people to make intimate contact, for a while, blood, snot, tears flowed. Liu Ziguang didn't pick up the three half-eaten sorghum cakes on the ground until he was tired, and went swaying.

The spectators in the dining hall let out a rude cheer and whistle in the applause for the new slave.

Since then, Liu Ziguang has entered the ranks of slaves, and there have been a few followers around, but he never deliberately oppresses others, and sometimes helps weak slaves, which may be his own spirit of fairness and justice, and his actions have aroused the support of many slaves, after all, prisoners of war are not vicious criminals, and the chivalrous spirit can be eaten in any era and any group.

The other slaves and tyrants were at peace with Liu Ziguang for the time being, and they didn't provoke each other, but occasionally looked at each other coldly, like two roosters ready to fight.

It's just that there have been a few dirty encounters with the Roman mercenary Antony, but the two sides are quite restrained and there are no major conflicts.

Even if he is a slave, in the eyes of the guards, he is still as lowly as a dog, and he cannot enjoy the preferential treatment of not working. Gradually, the slaves found that the whips on them were still vicious, but the situation of random torture and killing was basically eliminated, according to a well-informed slave, hearing the guards talk about the surrounding melee, the surrounding melee has ended, and there will be no new prisoners of war slaves for some time in the future, and it is ordered that slaves should not be executed at will, because sufficient labor is needed to extract ore.

Liu Ziguang's team was assigned to dig the ore under the surface, enter from the mine, and walk down the stepped mine, the depth of the mine is 30 meters, there are different operation areas for mining and beneficiation (hand selection) in the mine, as well as the gas hole of the lamp hole, the slaves use iron axes and iron cones to chisel on the hard stone wall at the bottom of the cave, chisel the ore down, and then carry it on the back of manpower, the mine is full of stone powder, and the mud seeping out of the groundwater, dirty, dark, tired, quickly swallows up the physical strength of the slaves, and every once in a while a group of people have to be replaced. Take turns digging into the mine.

Liu Ziguang's group just came up in shifts, he climbed up along the scaffolding made of wood, took off the wicker protective hat, greedily breathed the fresh air outside, just gasped for two breaths, and suddenly the sky shook, as if a giant train was passing by, the earth trembled for a moment, looking around, the slaves and guards were shaken to the ground, looking panicked, and then looking at the entrance of the mine shaft that had just climbed out, it was already a flat land. The slaves' expressions changed from panic to fear, fear of almost being buried alive.

There was an earthquake.

There are still a hundred slaves in the mines!

The guards were at a loss, and these rough men who could only whip people with their furs were dumbfounded in such a situation that they had never experienced before.

"Hurry up and save people!" Liu Ziguang was the first to wake up from the shock.

Earthquakes, landslides, mining disasters.

Although the prisoners of war became slaves, they all still had families, and there was hope of survival, everyone looked forward to the day when they could go home and be reunited, they came from different camps, they used to be enemies on the battlefield, and now they are eating in a big cauldron, fighting for food on weekdays, fighting and fighting, and there is no friendship with each other.

"It's good to die for a hundred, maybe you can eat more for dinner." Some people want to.

"Wang Lao Wu, who often bullied me, was buried alive, which is really an eye-opener." Someone else thinks.

"It's all flat, and save a bird." A man said coldly.

Seeing that everyone hesitated, Liu Ziguang was anxious, the value of life was obviously more important in his mind, although he had no relationship with more than a hundred people in the well, and even his opponent Anthony, but he just couldn't tolerate hundreds of people being buried alive in front of him, but he didn't help.

"It's not buried, it's still saved! Dig fast! Liu Ziguang shouted, picked up a shovel and rushed up, and a few slaves who followed him on weekdays saw their boss go up, and they had to pick up tools and baskets and rush over to save people. The other slaves saw that someone was taking the lead and followed along, the Mongolian centurion Zamu and several Mongolians gathered around looked at the boss's eyes, and did not move, Zamuhe's small eyes stared at the back of Liu Ziguang who was digging the mine for a while, and then signaled his subordinates to follow and help.

Shovels were used, hands were dug and people carried, and the earth and stones buried in the mine were carried up, and the people dug for a while, and the earth began to shake again, and the slaves dropped their tools, scattered again, and ran to the open field to lie down or crouch, and aftershocks came.

"It's an aftershock, don't be afraid, there won't be such a big movement." Liu Ziguang comforted everyone anxiously, but everyone still didn't dare to step forward, saying that they were afraid of being buried alive.

"What the hell do you bastards have a conscience and are you buried in it? Who doesn't want to go home alive to see their parents, marry their daughters-in-law, raise cattle and farm the land! If you don't save them today, no one else will save you tomorrow! Liu Ziguang was anxious and scolded viciously.

Many people were moved, hometown, parents, wives and children hot kangtou, everything that was originally far away suddenly became so close, if you want to go back, you have to live first! Who has no parents, who has no home! Everyone picked up the tools and silently stepped forward to continue digging.

"Five people at a time, too many people will trample the soil!" Liu Ziguang commanded the slaves, and the guards were happy to let the slaves come to the rescue spontaneously, and they didn't care about watching from afar.

Everyone has the backbone, Liu Ziguang's command, so that the slaves' movements gradually become orderly, digging soil, transporting soil, consolidating the cave wall, hundreds of holes outside the slaves quickly digging the mine buried by the earthquake.

The entrance to the cave slowly reverts to its original state.

Liu Ziguang took the lead in digging the soil in the hole, a shovel went down, the shovel of soil was poured into the basket, and then the people above pulled the soil up with a rope, dry and dry, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shovel next to him swinging faster than himself, shoveling more soil, turning his head to look, it turned out to be a solid wooden and, sweat flowed down the two Mongolian pigtails, and the developed almost deformed muscles were covered with dust.

The two of them glanced at each other, did not speak, but secretly accelerated the speed of shoveling.

Seeing the two bosses playing like hot wheels, the others also sped up, as if they were engaged in a hole-digging competition.

"These, are they beating chicken blood, they don't want to contribute no matter how much they pump on weekdays, but they did it fast today, which is surprising." The guards who were ordered to rush to the rescue were surprised by the scene in front of them.

Several aftershocks occurred one after another, and the violent shaking compacted the soil in the cave. Fortunately, the cave wall was reinforced, otherwise another group of people would have been buried inside, and gradually some people began to give up hope.

"It's been so long, it's been several hours, don't say suffocation, I'm scared to death." A slave carrying a basket was exhausted and sat on the ground with his butt and never wanted to move again.

"Boss Liu, the ventilation hole here is blocked" is another piece of bad news.

"It's over, this ticket must be all hanging." Another exhausted creature collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. Even if Liu Ziguang kicked and beat, he didn't move.

The frustration was contagious like a plague, and the weary slaves lay on the ground.

"Brother, it may be really hopeless, it's been several hours, our living people have done their best, and they are worthy of the guys inside." Zhamuhe pressed Liu Ziguang's shoulder and said that this was the first time he had spoken to Liu Ziguang.

"Fart! They are alive! Lao Tzu must rescue them! Disappointment mixed with anger impacted Liu Ziguang's emotions, reason told him that the people inside were already dead, but when he thought of a hundred lives, he still couldn't accept this reality. and saw that the multitudes were no longer listening. Liu Ziguang went down to the bottom of the pit alone and dug it up desperately, but he couldn't carry the soil alone, so he dug a narrow passage first.

Deep in the mine, a lonely figure was dancing with a shovel, and the people outside slowly formed a circle at the mouth of the mine, silently watching Liu Ziguang stubbornly work alone, everyone's eyes were complicated.

Suddenly, Liu Ziguang dropped the shovel, fell to the ground and listened with one ear, "There is a voice!" They are still alive. He shouted in surprise.

Sure enough, there was a rhythmic tapping sound from below the mine.

The people in the mine hurriedly climbed down to help Liu Ziguang dig, the strength of the people was great, and after a while, they dug through the space where the buried slave was located, and a hole with a large bowl mouth appeared in front of everyone, and a dirty hand full of scars stretched out from it, and Liu Ziguang's hand was tightly clasped together!

The first to be rescued was the Roman Antony, who was still in good physical condition, and gave Liu Ziguang a vicious hug as soon as he came up: "Thank God Almighty, I thought we would definitely not live!" ”

There was cheering in the mine, and hundreds of slaves were so excited that they threw up the bamboo baskets in their hands, and the deafening cries resounded through the sky.

To prevent the sun from blinding the eyes. The slaves were carried out one after another blindfolded by black cloths, some died, and many others were highly dehydrated and unconscious, but many more survived, and everyone who was carried out conscious was grateful and wept silently.

Although the mine is deep, but the bottom is a horizontal shaft, the hard stone wall protects the people, and they are not buried alive, the snorkel made of iron pipes is also unobstructed, Anthony and the black Duncan are at the bottom of the pit, they organize the workers to dig desperately with the tools in their hands, hoping to escape, but the oxygen gradually becomes thinner, people are constantly dying and unconscious, the pitch black, narrow space can drive people crazy, they don't dare to hope how hard the people outside will work to save themselves, so they have to rely on a strong desire to survive and keep digging out.

As time passed, even the most optimistic Anthony lost faith, and if it weren't for Liu Ziguang's fact that he happened to be in the same direction as them and got through the two times, they might not be able to hold on any longer.

Every rescued person who passed by Liu Ziguang's side turned their eyes on him with gratitude.

After the earthquake, the mine was temporarily suspended, and the next morning, in the slave dining room. When Liu Ziguang walked in with a pottery bowl, he was surprised to find that the black pressed people were standing in several rows facing the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Seeing him come in, all the staff automatically lined up in two rows to form a passage leading to the rice window, and everyone used chopsticks to rhythmically beat the pottery bowl in their hands and saluted Liu Ziguang.

Liu Ziguang walked along the passage of the human wall, like a general reviewing thousands of troops, and the crowd let out a low harmony: "952795279527", and the atmosphere was extremely solemn for a while.