Do you know that the key to open the door of hope is in your hands, but you still have to huddle in the corner of the dark room, and use infinite thoughts to imagine how complex and contradictory it is when you meet the light?

At least that was the case with the slaves in the mines, who had intermittently brought at least fifty pistols and plenty of ammunition by various means, and were told that they could do nothing unless they were given a hint from outside. They are in the hands of the key, but they are still living in despair – oh no, at least more optimistic than before, because they are about to be truly free.

I don't know why, since the day before yesterday, the security of Brewer Bay has become much tighter, and those members of the mine guard team who usually hide in the house to keep warm have put on wind suits and run out of the room, constantly patrolling high places with guns, even if the slaves gather together, as long as the number is slightly larger, they will be dispersed by the mine guard, which was impossible before.

The Brewer Bay mine is located in a canyon, which does not require large-scale construction to form a natural fortress, and in order to prevent bandits from climbing in from the bare hills on both sides of the canyon, a wire fence was laid over the camp in Brewer Bay and electricity was provided. If you want to enter from the outside, you can't reach the inside of the camp unless you pass through the gate or cut the electrified iron fence, and these defenses separate the inside and outside of the camp into two worlds.

There is no doubt about the safety here, all the gold mines are always the hottest thing for horse bandits, but this place has never been attacked. It's not that no one wants the gold mines here, it's just that they know that they don't even have a chance to enter the camp without paying a high price.

Money is money when it can be spent, and if you die, then everything loses its value.

As soon as it was dawn, the horn of getting up sounded in the camp, and every morning at half past six the trumpets sounded on time. After a fifteen-minute meal, the slaves had to go into the mine and work until noon, with two breaks, one thirty minutes and one fifteen minutes.

Not all mine owners were desperately squeezing the slaves' labor, and according to some so-called professionals, a short break could increase the slaves' enthusiasm and efficiency, but in the end, the slaves were still very miserable, and all measures were only taken to squeeze their surplus value to a greater extent.

It was their job for some of the young and strong slaves to carry the dung buckets after they had eaten quickly. When the gates of the camp were opened, and more than forty wagons entered at the same time, the slaves carrying the dung buckets were momentarily distracted.

Although the consumption of the camp is large, it is definitely not large enough to require so many wagons to deliver goods together, is there something that has happened recently, and will it affect their plans?

"Why are there so many wagons today?", the captain of the mine guard team walked to the side of one of the wagons, and he took out his dagger and picked open the canvas covering the body of the carriage, revealing the sacks of burlap that had been stacked inside. He glanced at the other carriages, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into one of the largest sacks. A large amount of wheat kernels suddenly gushed out of the incision, and he used the tip of the dagger to pick at the cracked hole and use a slight force upwards to prevent the wheat kernels from continuing to gush out.

"Check all the wagons, the situation is not right, shoot immediately. The captain of the mine guard team is highly nervous, it is not possible not to be nervous, and now there are assassinations everywhere in the west, and there is also a group of free front groups composed of slaves and gold diggers operating around, and every thing that enters the camp, they will check it very carefully. At his command, the members of the mine protection team began to inspect all the goods with iron drills, but did not find anything unusual.

At this time, the young man who led the team said with a smile: "You should know that there is a lot of chaos outside, and we are also taking a big risk in delivering goods, so from today onwards, we will only deliver goods twice a week, once for three days, and once for four days, and I hope you can talk to the gentleman above." It's not that we don't want to deliver it every day, it's just that the situation outside is too dangerous. ”

The young leader's words made the captain of the mine protection team nod slightly, and won his approval. Everyone knew what the situation was outside, and if it weren't for the fear that the group of madmen would suddenly attack Brewer Bay, the situation in the camp would not be as tense as it is now. He casually raised his hand to take the cigarette handed by the young leader, and the two of them got together and began to swallow the clouds. Because there were so many things to be delivered, and the wagons were blocking the passage in the camp, the captain of the mine guard asked the slaves to participate in the transportation.

Turat's nephew also appeared when settling the expenses, and after a little understanding of why he had to pay for three supplies at once, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it chaotic outside now?"

This sentence is actually asked in vain, how could he not know the situation outside, but I just hope that these young people who deliver goods can give him a slightly better news, at least let him have a little hope. Although he rarely leaves the mine, he goes out three or four times a month to have some fun in nearby cities. Compared to this goddamn lifeless camp, even if the nearby cities and towns weren't too different, it was enough for him to enjoy the joy he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Well, bring two ...... next time you come," he said, glancing at the captain of the mine guard, "No, bring twenty girls with you, and give them double the price, and wait here until the next supply time before leaving with you." And some cards and things to play with, you know what I mean?"

The young leader nodded and repeated, "I see, sir." Woman, do you still need duct tape for the game's props?"

"And the tape? Yes, if there is a complete one, it's better to bring me a few sets, since there is tape, then there must be a player? Get a few too!"

Turat's nephew didn't show much ability in the eyes of his elders, but this kid had one advantage, and that was that he knew how to be in awe. This may have something to do with the fact that he was beaten a lot when he was a child, and he would not be like some heirs who were crazy about growing their eyes in the sky, knowing that there was danger outside, and still insisted on leaving, probably just to go to a nearby city to solve the problem of "swelling". He did a good job of this, he may not be able to carve out new territory for the family industry, but it would be good to be able to hold on to what he has now.

He took out a five-dollar bill from his pocket, stuffed it into the brim of the leader's hat, and patted him on the shoulder by the way, "You're good, I'll talk to the manager of your firm and ask him to give you a raise." ”

"Thank you so much!"

After the convoy left, the captain of the mine protection team stood on the high wall and looked at the distant convoy, always feeling that something was wrong in his heart, but no matter how he recalled and thought, he couldn't find anything wrong with the ground. In the end, he summed up this idea as a cranky thought caused by too much nervousness.

At his feet, the two slaves withdrew their gazes, glanced at each other, and silently returned to the slave camp under the supervision of the members of the mine guards.

Three days to go!

In three days, the light will shine into the deep mine, igniting hope for a bright future for all!

Three days later, the supply convoy reappeared, this time with more than sixty wagons than the previous one. The supplies were to last the camp for four days, and they also brought some of the things Turat's nephew had requested, such as the girls, and small toys to pass the time.

Twenty cloaked girls sat alone in two carriages, their heads bowed, their heads hidden from the hood of the cloak, and they couldn't see what they looked like. The eyes of the guards on the high wall were green, and Turat had already told them that twenty girls would be prepared for them this time, in four days!

Seeing that the trembling pieces of "fat" were in front of them, the emotions of some team members had undergone subtle changes, and the captain of the mine protection team sternly reprimanded them a few times, asking them to carefully check every piece of goods on every carriage, but most of them seemed a little absent-minded. Their attention was drawn to the girls in the middle of the horse, especially one girl who suddenly took off her hat and raised her head, and the beautiful silhouette made many of the members of the mine protection team stop their work and swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The man next to the girl tugged at her sleeve, and she smiled as she put her hood back on, obscuring her face with a neat sigh.

But soon the members of the mine protection team cheered up again, maybe it would be their turn?

It's this girl, even if you exchange cigarettes for others, it's worth it!

In high spirits, the inspection was carried out very quickly, and the wagons quickly passed through the inspection and entered the camp. Although the captain of the mine protection team was a little worried, he thought that he had cooperated with the other party's trading company for several years without any accidents, and he was also clear about the thoughts of the group of boys under his opponent, so he turned a blind eye and acted as if he didn't see this group of lazy people.

"Let the slaves come and carry the things!"

A strange glint flashed in the eyes of the leader of the convoy, which was quickly extinguished. He took out a match and lit a cigarette for the captain of the mine guard team beside him, and shook it vigorously. Then he took the match in his hand and put it in his pocket, but the hand did not pull it out again.