"Tomorrow this time, let's get moving!"

In the straw hut, Donner lowered his voice.

Dawn is approaching, but the night is not yet over. The moon was still hiding in the dark clouds, and there was a faint light on the horizon, and the whole sky seemed a little cloudy.

There were hay on the ground around him, and a dozen or so people were lying or sitting, listening to Donner silently.

"Tomorrow during the day, you are responsible for passing on the time of the operation to those in your respective mines who are willing to follow us. ”

Donner said as he took a strip of red cloth around his waist in his hand, a red strip of cloth that every slave in the iron mine had.

Originally, the strips of cloth were not red, but yellowish linen, but under the whip of the mine supervisor, the miners often bled all over their bodies during the high-intensity mining work.

This strip of cloth is used to wipe the blood, so over time, the earthy yellow strip of cloth is soaked in blood and turns dark red.

Donner folded the rectangular strip of cloth in his hand into a triangle and tied it around his neck, and said in a deep voice: "When you act, tie the strip of cloth around your neck." Whoever doesn't tie it around his neck isn't ours. Whoever stands in our way, the lackeys of the nobles, the minions of the mine owners, are all killed. ”

Hearing this, the dozen or so people in the surrounding core nodded, and they all folded the dark red cloth strips into a red scarf and tied them around their necks.

"Donner......" The person who spoke was a little nervous, but he didn't know how to continue.

"Huh?" Donner looked at the youth.

The young man swallowed his saliva and hesitated, "The mine owner's escorts and mercenaries all have armor, swords, and bows, and we ...... Can it really succeed?"

Donner glanced at the young man, looked at the dozen or so faces who were also nervous, did not waver in the slightest, nodded firmly, and said: "It will definitely succeed, the escort team of the iron mine is only thirty people, plus the mercenaries, there are only about forty people, and the slave catcher team is not here these days, as long as we can mobilize half of the slaves and coerce the other slaves to resist together......"

"And by this time tomorrow, the mine owner and his mercenary guards are still asleep, and together we will succeed. ”

There is no way back from this rebellion, Donner is desperate, he is fed up with such a life worse than death, he can only use the strength around him, strengthen their faith, encourage them to riot, and if he does not succeed, he will become a benevolent.

"That'...... Is there really a land like you say, no slaves, no oppression, no exploitation, no nobility, fair and free?"

Fairness?freedom?

Downer was silent.

There was only one breath to take before Donner answered, with a seductive voice in his voice, "Yes, in that realm everyone has his own land, where there is endless bread and milk, and there are piles of wheat on the roof. All are free and equal, everyone sings and dances, drinks fine wine, eats barbecue, and never has to worry about the butcher's knives of the nobles, nor does they have to fear the whips of the mine owners......"

Donner stood up, waving his hand in a deliberately low voice, but impassioned and generous, trying to weave a beautiful future for a group of mine slaves.

Such words, the same words, each time made a group of slaves listen to it with fascination.

But the slaves didn't know, and the funny thing was that Donner didn't know what kind of world it was until now, not even a rough outline.

It was only occasionally from the lips of the troubadour who taught him to read and write that he could get a few words.

Magic, Knights, Warcraft Dragons, Noble Kings, Elven Orcs, Holy See?......

These words, which can only be heard in novels and films, are told that he is in such an absurd world.

It was so distant and abstract that Donner really couldn't merge his impression of the otherworldly continent with the magical world in the mouth of the slaves.

As an engineering man who has half a foot in the deep pit of online literature, being able to write a story after work, earn some pocket money, and then walk into the grave of love with his girlfriend, have children, and grow old is probably the best life.

He has even prepared an outline of hundreds of thousands of words, however...... Just because he ran in the morning in the forest park and turned an extra corner, he said goodbye to the haze-covered steel forest world completely.

He will never forget the way he broke out of the woods, and when he didn't know he was in another world, he was caught by a couple of big men with curly brown hair, leather armor, and scimitars, who had obvious Western characteristics, and were tied up by them with ropes like piglets, and several other people in ragged clothes.

Donner couldn't forget the smirks on the big men's lips, and he even forgot about the struggle.

Donner thought it was a prank, but later, the blood of the hungry, the whip, and the spilled blood from the heads of several other resisting men made it clear to him that the prank might never end.

Donner picked up the pickaxe given by the mine warden and the other miners, and began the dark mining work under the mine warver's whip.

The language and writing of this world were unlike anything he knew, so he became utterly mute and deaf.

At the beginning, he was often whipped because he misunderstood the meaning of the mine supervisor.

Suppressed with a fierce anger, a stomach full of questions, and endless anger, Donner used all his thoughts, stumbled and learned to say the first word in the other world - good, the first word - iron ore, and then learned to say mining, learned to call the mine supervisor, learned to kneel down and call the mine owner nobleman...... learned to eat, black steamed buns, and learned to live like a slave......

Yes, alive!

Donner felt that only if he didn't live as a beast could he still miss the steel forest where confetti was flying all over the sky and the road was forever stuck in traffic, the increasingly impersonal world of Twenty-One, and ...... is already a white-haired relative and a cute girlfriend.

Later, Donner followed the young troubadour who had been captured with him and reduced to slavery, and learned the first word, man, the second word, I, you, him...... Then I was slowly able to read the entire bulletin posted by the mine owner independently.

From spring to winter, Donner never gave up on seizing the opportunity to escape from the mine. But he had seen several escapees chased by vicious dogs raised by the mine owner, and then captured by the convoy and torn apart.

Yes, the corpses were divided into five horses! The corpses were finally eaten by the dogs.

Donner had been at it for a while. For the first time, he realized that this was a world where human life was inferior to that of a dog.

He had seen the mine owner throw one of the most majestic slaves in the mine into a pit for amusement to fight a lion with a scorpion's tail.

You can only survive by killing each other.

The man with the pickaxe slashed and killed the lion scorpion, and the strong man covered in scars dug out the heart of the lion scorpion, knelt in the pit, and held it up to the mine owner, and then the majestic man ...... Didn't survive either.

He was buried alive in that pit by the mine owner for the reason that it was too dirty.

Something like this Downer sees every month, and the rest of the slaves seem to feel commonplace, or numb.

But Donner felt it was a miracle that he was alive until now.

He had thought about suicide countless times in despair, but every time he lifted the pickaxe, he never had the courage to fall, thinking that if there was a nuclear bomb in his hand, he would surely perish with the people around him.

So, Donner lived like this, fantasizing about working hard to mine, and one day being appreciated by the mine owner, and being able to walk out of the mine alive and see the outside world, or...... Return to the world that was once hateful, but now so missed.

Later, the troubadour also died, and only after one more glance at the mine owner died before Donner's eyes, and it was then that Donner felt that death was approaching him, and that one day it would be his turn.

Donner began to plan, secretly talking to the miners in places where the mine supervisors could not see, and then reminiscing together, bewitching each of the slaves he talked to, outlining a territory that would not go hungry and be free from oppression......

The countless peasant uprisings in the past 5,000 years in China can always be used as a reference for Donner, and it is logical that more than a dozen thinking slaves were attracted to him, or rather bewitched, and then the trend of thought slowly spread secretly.

Until tonight......

Some of the people around him were asleep, and some were still reminiscing about the territory that was not exploited and oppressed, and Donner pillowed his arms, watching the dawn on the horizon as it approached......

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a fire flickered not far from the outside of the straw hut, and the killing cry suddenly sounded.