Even if these former slaves have hatred for the empire and these slave traders in their hearts, so that they can shoot and kill the slave traders in front of them without hesitation, they still can't have excellent military qualities like a real soldier.

The bullets fired from inside the carriage directly tore the young man's head apart, and five sharp metal shards killed him. In fact, he didn't have to die here, he just needed to hide a little, but the problem was that he didn't do that.

Immediately dozens of people rushed out of the rooms of the supply depot with guns in hand, some shooting into the sky to get the passengers back into the carriages, while another group began to attack each carriage. They also shouted before attacking to get those inside to surrender and ensure their safety, but this did little to no avail, especially if their companions were killed as soon as they showed their heads. If there were Imperial soldiers or police officers outside the carriage, they might have surrendered, at least they didn't have to worry about being killed.

But the group of people outside doesn't look like soldiers, police, or anything like that, so it's probably black and black. There is a lot of truth in not expecting God to reach out to help you while you are alive, just as you should never expect Him not to push you into hell when you die. Instead of resisting and not resisting to meet the arrival of death, why don't you fight, maybe you can win?

The chaotic shootout lasted for a long time, and the pungent smell of blood filled the passenger compartment with the sound of crying and cursing - not those "robbers" outside the carriage, but those who wept, telling them to shut up and not attract the robbers into the compartment!

Human nature is sometimes so interesting, we have to show our toughness and authority when dealing with the good side, and we have to compromise and satisfy the side with terror and violence as much as possible. It's not the distortion of human nature, it's the real growth of human beings, who know when to show what kind of traits.

The gunfire, which lasted for more than 20 minutes, finally died down, all the doors of the carriage were opened, and the "robbers" looked at everything in the carriage with a grim face, as if it were a hell as they had suffered. The slightly younger women curled up and hid in the corners of the carriages, either indifferent to the changes in the outside world or a little insane. The men and children were also full of numbness, and their sickly faces were a gray of despair.

"My compatriots, you are free!"

The phrase was translated into more than twenty languages and spread throughout each of the trains, and the unclothed men gradually regained their senses, their eyes brightened, and they watched in disbelief at what had happened, but it was true.

When all the slaves were rescued and transferred, the group left quickly, and the conductor waited in the supply station for more than ten minutes without seeing anyone return, and then he was completely relieved. He asked the conductor to help him change the catalyst and start the train to rush to the next station as fast as he could.

News of the hijacking of the slave train spread far and wide in the West, but everyone who knew about it did not have the same attitude towards it.

When the mine owners learned about this, they behaved very calmly, even indifferently. No matter how much the slave traders lost, it had nothing to do with them, they thought that the people who robbed the slaves might be the local horse bandits and robbers in the west, and they didn't know which gang was too poor, so poor that they were not willing to let go of a slave of dozens or hundreds of dollars. Mixed like this, they don't dare to loot the mining area, this group of robbers can only be described as waste.

The horse bandits and robbers knew about this, and they were all speculating whether some big man had recently opened a new mine and took out a large order for his peers, so that his peers went to loot the steam locomotive. Some miners are pressured to mine a deposit and simply don't have time to place orders with slave traders and wait for the next deal. So they will issue a bonus bounty, or directly designate a certain familiar criminal gang and let them get what they want for themselves.

Of course, it is a matter of course to pay an extra part of the money for this, and the reward for such a risky thing as robbing a steam locomotive is naturally higher.

When the official heard the news, it was nothing more than adding a trace of pain to the painful headache, anyway, the trouble is like lice, there are one or two times that may make you feel uncomfortable, but there are more lice to a certain extent, one is uncomfortable, and a bunch is also uncomfortable, and gradually getting used to being uncomfortable is not uncomfortable.

As for Memnon...... , his headache is not this thing, it is another thing.

A few years ago, he used an old man with a bloody dawn as the whip of the Forward Party to maintain his orthodox image status, but he soon had some ideological conflicts with this whip. He chose a radical approach to lead the Move Forward Party into the political game as soon as possible, hoping to get the governorship as soon as possible, and then compete for the supreme power of the empire. But the party whip, that is, Mr. Shapke, thought that Memnon's pace was too big, and cooperating with the capitalists was like setting the house on fire for heating, and if he was not careful, he would give birth to a soul-tearing pain in his crotch.

The disagreement between the two men also caused a huge disagreement for the first time after the formation of the party, and finally Memnon had his secretary persuade Shapke. If the leader of the Kadima Party was Mr. Kersma, Shapuk could have sacrificed himself in order to bring him to his senses, but the current leader was only the horse dealer at Memnon, and Mr. Shapuk did not intend to die for him, so he left the Kadima Party with a group of people who shared the same ideals.

Between last night and this morning, Shapuk suddenly stood up and spoke out, directly questioning whether Memnon's policy in the west could continue smoothly, and secondly, questioning whether Memnon's becoming the leader of the Move Forward Party belonged to the orthodox inheritance. In other words, Shapke believes that Memnon stole the benefits of Scarlet Dawn and that he is not a good person.

If others questioned these problems, the trouble caused to Memnon was definitely not as great as the distress caused by these words, Shapke was a member organization from the first day of the establishment of Scarlet Dawn, and it can be said that he was one of the elders and founders of Scarlet Dawn. His words were very authoritative, far from being comparable to that of Memnon, a horse dealer, and there were once again some discordant voices within the Move Forward Party, and some people thought that Memmon was far from what everyone had originally thought of - to change the times and make life happy for all.

Although everyone knows that this is a nonsense original intention of stepping on a horse, no matter how nonsense it is, this is also the "program" established by Scarlet Dawn.

In recent years, Memnon has cooperated vigorously with the capitalists, won the friendship of the capitalist class by joining hands with the capitalists to exploit and oppress the working class in the west, and leveraged his own power in the political arena by selling out the interests of everyone in the west. His actions, his actions, had seriously violated the program, and Shapke's words immediately shook some people, who were also stalwarts of the Kadima Party.

Memnon is very good at disguise, and he makes all his actions look like he is creating a good era for everyone, such as the three guarantees policy. But on the other hand, if you think about it carefully, behind all his policies, there are more or less the shadows of some capitalists, who have betrayed the program and the original intention of the bloody dawn.

Of course, human nature is always complicated. Some people pursue a purely idealized world, while others are willing to stand on the ground with their feet on the ground. If there is opposition to Memnon, then naturally there will be a group of people who support Memnon, and these are all vested interests after Memnon came to the political stage. Members of extremist groups that they used to look down upon in the past can now appear in front of people in crisp suits, with greasy heads and powdery faces, and wield more or less power.

They are no longer rats living in the sewers, but people living in the sun, and they support Memnon from the bottom of their hearts, and they want Memnon to keep going.

The sudden crisis in the party is already showing signs of a split, and if some members of the party leave the party, it will be the biggest political stain on Memnon, and it will affect all his plans for the future.

He must resolve this matter as soon as possible, before the eyes of the people of the whole country are focused on the west!

"What do you want from me?", Memnon was a little embarrassed at this time, and there was a completely different change from the image he had always maintained on weekdays. He tore open his collar with his own hands, rubbed his hair, sat down in a chair bent over, and roared in a low voice: "It won't do you any good to make me stink, Shapke! You can't be a leader, no one will want to follow you, and if I fail, it means that all of us have failed!"

"It's not the success I wanted, Memnon. Shapke's voice in the earpiece, although old, is very firm.

Memnon suddenly straightened up, grabbed the ashtray in his hand and threw it out, "Then what do you want? money, power, status, women, or a bullet that pierces your head from a horse?!"

"Tell me, you bastard, what the hell are you going to do to stop what you're doing!"

"We've known each other for thirty years, and I never thought that the first person to stab me in the back would be you, Shapke!"

Shapke on the other end of the line laughed, "It's twenty-six years, three months, and eleven days, and I need to remind you that you will always be the treacherous horse dealer who disguised your pack horses and sold them to us. ”

"Orangutans can't become human if they put on human clothes, Mr. Memnon!"