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This is a ruined camp in the wilderness, where a total of more than 100 slaves work, every day deep into the bottomless mines, working without any safety measures, almost every week people die, die of exhaustion, disease, starvation, the black-hearted boss is never willing to pay even an extra piece of dry food for them, and even directly chop up the dead companions into cheap rations.

Most of the mining slaves who survived in this environment ate the flesh and blood of their companions, and the darkness and despair had already melted into their blood, however, if they did not die in forbearance, they broke out in forbearance.

The slaves have been preparing for a month, and tonight it will be officially implemented.

They decided to gamble their lives on a future.

The white-haired old slave looked back at the young man called Xiaocao behind him, this young man's name is Xiaocao, in fact, he doesn't look like Xiaocao at all, his physique is the strongest of all the slaves, although he has been in this camp for two years, but he refuses to eat his dead companions, such slaves are not nothing, but the final result is that after death, he will be reduced to other people's rations, and this sturdy young man named Xiaocao, because he is strong and strong, can top ten, so he is valued by the master, and a little more rations are distributed, but he barely survived.

"Everybody get ready. The old slave lowered his voice and said, "Xiaocao, we entangle the guards, you rush to the house, get rid of the fat pig, get his gun, and shoot the people in the arrow tower, and we have hope." ”

Xiaocao's young and honest face showed timidity, but thinking of the person who was still waiting for him to go back, his heart was suddenly filled with some kind of strength, and he nodded vigorously.

"Everyone, whether you can live or not depends on this time!"

"Up!"

The large crowd of slaves stopped crawling forward, and all of them got up from the ground, and over the high fence, the guards, who were lazily wrapped in the warmth of the campfire, were stunned at the sound of the sound, and took up their arms and rose from the ground. I saw hundreds of slaves rushing towards them like ant colonies, most of them with shackles on their hands, but they pounced on these guards like madmen, and in an instant several people were knocked down, and the slaves picked up the stones and swarmed up, only to hear a terrible scream coming from inside.

The arrow tower noticed something strange and hurriedly drew its bow and shot it, and the slaves began to suffer casualties.

The grass was running wildly and felt the feather arrows screaming past him, and people kept falling around, there were stones with the best connections, and there were little fleas who took care of him, and once they fell, they couldn't get up again.

This made Xiaocao feel wrapped in fear.

The small single-family building where the master lived was in front, but he seemed to have lost his courage.

Sou!

Another arrow came at you.

At this time, a gray-haired thin man slammed him away, and the old slave fell to the ground in the middle of his chest, and he waited tightly for Xiaocao: "Don't stop, don't hesitate, live!"

Xiaocao's eyes were red, and extraordinary strength erupted from his strong body, and he got up from the ground and roared and rushed over desperately, only to see that the position he was standing in just now quickly took several feather arrows, and the old man who fell to the ground had several more arrows, and he could only stretch out one hand in the direction where the young man had fled.

Xiaocao had fantasized countless times about what his master's residence was like, and when he slammed the door open, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, jars of clean water were neatly piled up, smoked meat and sun-dried cereals were still hanging on the wall, and five or six women, who had only occasionally seen each other, were being stripped naked, like five sleek white sheep, their limbs were wrapped around or curled up in the corner.

The master was bare-assed, he was interrupted in his busyness, and now he was holding half-worn pants in one hand, and the crotch was still in high spirits, but as soon as he saw this stout slave break in, he immediately wilted, and his ugly face was full of anger and madness: "What are you doing?

A fight.

Xiaocao didn't expect that the master looked fat and sluggish, but in fact he was very powerful, he broke two ribs at the cost of breaking the master's neck, Xiaocao found the master's gun, shot the archer on the spire, and the battle was won by the slave.

Under the darkness of the night.

The living guards were tied up with flowers, and each slave had to go up and cut a piece of meat and eat it raw, while the sleek women screamed, and were dragged out of the house by the hair of the dirty slaves, and the crowd gathered around them only with the frantic roaring of the people and the screams of the women, and the slaves pounced on them one by one, like hungry wolves.

Xiaocao just stood by and watched silently, because he remembered a woman, that woman was the first woman in his life, and the woman he decided to protect for the rest of his life, it was in the second year after being with the woman that Xiaocao was caught by the slave trader when he went out to crack.

It's been two years.

I think about her all the time.

Just because I want to see her, I try to live. It was precisely because he wanted to see her that he burst out of his potential, allowing him to discover his talent for evolving his physique in the past two years. It is precisely because her mind is full of her that when she just fought to the death with her master, when she fell into the line of life and death, he was able to turn defeat into victory, and now this idea is even stronger.

And because of her.

Xiaocao is not like other slaves, he will never touch these female slaves, only a little dry food and water to go on the road.

He couldn't remember where the camp he had lived in before was, so he could only rely on his memory to inquire all the way forward. He's been in the wilderness with people, he's been with murderers in the wilderness, he's been in the wilderness with natural disasters like sandstorms. In the grinding again and again, the young man's body did not lose weight but became stronger.

Difficulties did not dampen the fighting spirit.

On the contrary, the longing is getting stronger and stronger.

He believed that he would find his former home, and he would be able to find her.

But the wilderness can't tolerate the thoughts, when Xiaocao finally returned to the familiar place after a thousand hardships, it has been four years since he left, and this place has long been inhuman.

After all, four years was too much of a luxury for the wilderness man, and he didn't find the woman he dreamed of. Because less than two months after Xiaocao was captured, the woman took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of a man, but when she was tired of being played, she was thrown into a brothel and died of illness inside, and now she doesn't even know where the body is buried.

The blow made him almost insane, and he rushed to the brothel in a madness, killed all the prostitutes, and after the brothel was bloodied, he found the man, ready to cut the man who had killed her with a thousand knives.

One move.

Only one trick was used.

Xiaocao was defeated, blinded, and thrown into the Colosseum.

............

Life in the Colosseum is bloody, and it is far more brutal than the Black Mine, where you have to fight with people or mutant beasts every day, and exchange bloody performances for the entertainment of the audience.

The Colosseum has no future than the Black Mine, and the mine can at least plan to resist and escape, and in the Colosseum he is so weak and insignificant, it is almost impossible to escape from under the noses of these people, let alone resist. And that damn man, who comes to admire it every day, his bloody battles, painful struggles, and bruises all over his body have become a way to make fun of him.

He was not reconciled.

So he tried to live.

I just want to get revenge one day.

Most people can't survive in the arena for half a year, but this young man insists on it for a whole year, and the grass has a more vivid nickname: one-eyed.

No matter how strong the arena fighter is, there will be a day when he falls, and One-Eye has not escaped this fate, he still fell on the arena, seriously injured and dying, dying. The owner of the arena had already earned enough money on him, and this useless waste, casually thrown outside, left him to fend for himself.

"Do you want to live?"

The one-eyed gossamer was like a mourning dog, and he was dumped in the garbage pile, and the butcher had begun to sharpen his knife, when a man in a brocade robe appeared in front of him. One-eyed opened and only one eye looked up at him, this man had jet-black skin, heroic and strong, and his clothes were made of very fine materials, which were not often found in the wilderness, and he later learned that this was the material of the gods.

This dark-skinned heroic man, his name is Heisha.

"The wilderness is cruel, you can only live if you are ruthless enough, if you want to live better than others, then you have to be more ruthless than others. ”

After one-eyed recovered, he became a subordinate of the black sha, at this time, people like him, there were almost twenty of them around the black sha, one-eyed after all these years of tempering, his skills have been quite good, and the black sha, as a rebel general in the divine domain, is a first-class powerhouse in the wilderness.

Wilderness never makes sense.

As long as you are strong enough, you can enslave hundreds of slaves to work for you.

As long as you are strong enough, you can kill your own master with your own hands and live in destiny again.

As long as you are strong enough, you can plunder other people's women and ravage and torture them wantonly.

One-eye's favorite color is blood, so he put on a blood-red eye patch, tattooed an exaggerated totem dominated by red regiments, and even dyed his hair in exaggerated red, and since then he has been reborn and reborn as a bandit wandering on the fringes. All these years of killing, looting, raping, and abuse, there is almost nothing he does not dare to do. He didn't know whether it was depravity that made people happy, or whether the pursuit of pleasure resulted in depravity, and the feeling of losing the shackles of this desire was indeed addictive, and he finally understood the mood of his former master, and finally understood the pleasure of the person who robbed his own woman, and how fun it was to appreciate the suffering of others as a show.

Heaven and earth are unkind, this is wilderness, don't be sentimental and think that fate has failed you, because fate has never disdained to look at you more, put away that pitiful look, your suffering is worthless to the world, but it can be a fun for others.

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