Hall and Ron walked directly to the open space of the gold mine, it was still labor time, and the slaves were still carrying this heavy ore, and Nalan Xingtian was no exception, but with the help of others, it was much easier.

Ron was stained with this Hall, standing here leisurely in front of the overseer, most of the patrolling guards knew Hall as a special existence, and only looked at Ron twice, and didn't ask anything.

Soon it was time for the lunch break, and they formed groups in twos and threes, ate the unpalatable paste, and rested separately.

Hall and Ron walked in the direction of Nalan Xingtian and his party, and the three people sitting there were Nalan Xingtian, Thomas, and Sanger in order.

When Thomas saw Hall and Ron, his face was overjoyed, and when they approached, he asked with some eagerness, "How is it?

"Head, how can it not be successful with my thousand-armed Ron shot. Ron smirked.

"There were a few twists and turns along the way, but I managed to find the key. Hall replied.

"What about the key?" asked Nalan Xingtian as he stood up.

"Here. Ron looked around to see no one, quietly pulled it out and handed it to Thomas.

Thomas stretched out his thug hand, took it, and quietly tucked it into his arms.

He grinned: "Tonight, start our operation." ”

......

In the middle of the night, people are quiet, quietly silent.

The surrounding light was faint, except for the occasional crackling of torches hanging from the walls of the cell.

In the cell, Nalan Xingtian did not sleep, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to recuperate, but at this moment he was a little apprehensive.

Sanger couldn't sleep either, he knew that the action was tonight, and there was a slight excitement in his heart, and he couldn't help himself when he thought of breaking free from this prison, and thinking about the faces of his wife and children.

Thomas is not sleepy either, and tonight's actions will determine his future fate.

Ron wasn't sleeping, he was waiting for Thomas's first move.

The news of the escape has gone viral among the prison inmates, and this night, everyone is destined to have no sleep.

Only the four jailers on duty at night were asleep, two heads resting on the table, and Harazi flowed all the way.

The other two guards stood in the doorway, their heads against the wall, still snoring.

Thomas walked to the fence and said to Nalan Xingtian, "Little brother, it's beginting. ”

Nalan Xingtian opened his eyes and stood up suddenly.

Thomas took out the key that he had been holding in his arms for a long time, first struck his own shackles and handcuffs, and then gently placed them on the hay in the cell without making a sound.

Then he walked to the cell door, reached through the crack in the fence, inserted another cell key into the keyhole, and with a soft click, he opened the door.

He walked out, and the slaves in the adjacent cells made a noise of excitement when they saw Thomas come out.

Thomas put his finger to his lips and made a silent finger, then pointed at the sleeping jailer.

The slave understood what Thomas meant, and calmed down, and waited for so long that it had passed, and did not care about the moment.

Thomas first opened the nearest cells of Nalan and Sanger, and lifted their shackles and handcuffs.

Then he found Ron's location and untied him.

The four of them walked out of the cell, and the slaves around them became even more excited, and some good people kept shaking the cell door.

"Guys, be quiet, I'll set you free in a moment. Thomas said in a low voice.

Then he turned to Nalan Xingtian, Ron, and Sanger, and said, "We need to get rid of the four jailers at the door first, or these idiots will wake them up." ”

"Okay, let's split up. Nalan Xingtian said.

"I'll deal with the two standing at the door, and I'll give you the other two. Thomas grinned.

Nalan Xingtian, Ron, and Sanger nodded in agreement.

Thomas walked to the door and picked up the two jailers at once, and the two jailers woke up instantly, and were about to cry for help, when Thomas's hands would pull together, and the heads of the two jailers collided together, and they passed out.

Thomas let go of his hands, and the two jailers collapsed in the corner.

Ron picked up a shackle and approached a slave who was still leaning against the table, slamming the lock on it, and the jailer fell in response.

Nalan Xingtian and Sanger concocted according to the law, and the other jailer also collapsed limply under the table.

The slaves in the cell saw Thomas and his party move their hands, and the four guards were brought down, and there was a commotion with whistling, whistling, and shaking the iron door.

"Don't you know, fools, if you make too much noise, you'll attract the guards outside?" Thomas cursed in a low voice.

Looking at the slaves who were making noise like wild horses, Nalan Xingtian said in a low voice, "Mr. Thomas, chaos is about to begin. ”

"Ron, go open the door for them. Thomas threw the key in his hand to Ron. Ron took the order and left.

As the cells were opened, the slaves were freed from shackles and handcuffs, and the entire prison was filled with slaves standing in the corridors and halls of the prison.

Nalan Xingtian looked around, and it was densely packed with human heads moving.

"Apocalypse, help me count how many people there are. "Nalan Xingtian gave orders to the Heavenly Inspiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Didi...... In the calculation, the calculation was completed, and there were a total of 1198 people including the host. ”

1,198 men, enough to cause enough riots and chaos, while outside was a squad of 1,000 well-equipped and disciplined guards sleeping.

A few good slaves dragged the two fainted jailers at the door, and pulled out the two jailers who had fallen under the table, and put them side by side.

Two slaves found ropes to tie up the four jailers, then gagged them with the corners of their torn prison uniforms.

The other four slaves drew the jailer's weapons, four bright blades refracting the flames and shaking the human eye.

"What are they going to do?" asked Sanger nervously.

"They need to vent, they have been tortured and imprisoned here for too long, their pent-up manic emotions need some vent, and the guards are the best ones to vent. Nalan Xingtian said calmly.

Thomas glanced at Nalan Xingtian, a young man with keen observation and perceptive eyes.

The four slaves stabbed their swords into the jailer's body, kicking off the vent.

The jailer, who was lying on the ground and trapped tightly, came to his senses from the pain, and saw a group of slaves surrounding him, their faces were irritable and crazy, they felt that their hands and feet were paralyzed, and they wanted to cry for help, but they found that the cloth ball was gagged, and they could only whine and howl.

More and more slaves took part in the outpouring operation, some drawing their swords and stabbing the jailer in the body, some punching and kicking, and thrashing any part of the jailer's body within their reach.

A slave with a flushed face and an even more frantic expression even lowered his head and bit down on the arm of one of the jailers, tore at it violently, tore off a piece of flesh, chewed it and swallowed it.

Sanger was shocked to see it, he didn't know that these usually humble and obedient slaves were so crazy at this moment.

Nalan Xingtian looked at the crazy actions of the slaves, and secretly said in his heart, maybe the situation will be more chaotic than imagined.