The gears creaked.

Entering the interior from the entrance of the mine, there are a total of three platforms, and the people below have no way to figure out where the people above have arrived, only that there are people above who want to go down the mine at this time.

This mining system was designed by the ancient Zen masters and later built by the craftsmen of Vecchia. I looked at the gears and the leather strips, and the cleverly rotating iron rods, which were dazzling, whereas a machine like the cāo longitudinal only required thirty men to muster their strength and push a huge turntable on the ground with all their might." In the past, the mine used to have twenty slaves and five mules to do this work, and when the people were tired to death, they would be replaced by new people, and when the mules were tired, they would be rotated to rest. Later, a clever slave improved the device so that only fifteen people needed to turn the turntable, so all the extra slaves were sent to the well, and soon after, the slaves died, and the merchants never wasted, the merchants never showed mercy, and the merchants never appreciated the slaves always saying so.

The gears began to turn half an hour ago, and the empty passage was filled with monotonous sounds. Below, we could only look up as the pitch-black passage rose into darkness, awaiting punishment from the merchants on the ground.

A few hours earlier, they had sent three slaves who were working on the ground, and they were frowning, and told us to hand over the kidnappers, or tell them their whereabouts, or else: 'Bad luck will happen to all of them'.

They said that many of the slaves on the ground had been tortured and their nails stripped off, leaving their hands and feet exposed to the scorching sun to rot, but they still could not tell where the missing people had gone.

In fact, there is nothing strange about this, the only way to get out of the well is death, and death is the best way to keep it secret. So no one will be able to tell the ground about the rebellion underground.

When the slaves were down the mine, Abi and his friends gathered all the slaves and divided them into several parts, scattered through the rugged and winding crevices of the underground. These men made the blades of axes out of stones; smashed the tip of the bell to make a stone spear and sword; The rags were kneaded into ropes and made into a rope. The whole underground is preparing for a riot: except for the columns that support the rock formations. All brackets were removed. Every nail on it was cut off and stuck upside down on top of the stick, making a rudimentary mace; There were also many flails made of several sections of hard and heavy sticks; Most of them were armed with spears made of sharpened sticks, the tips of which were not dried out, and the stabbing leather armor curled up and we couldn't do anything, these were all we were armed with.

The new slaves were asked to join the riot, and two of them gladly participated. Another panicked and hurriedly refused. The two involved were ordered by Abi to execute the coward. This request was carried out immediately, and the two new members cut off the poor ghost's arm with a stone axe, and then beat him to death with his own arm.

The smell of brutality and blood inspired all, and the slaves fell into a tense and frenzied depression.

The sacrificial, who had breathed enough smoke, cut open the stomach of the dead and dipped his hand in blood. A blood-colored spell was applied to everyone's face. Ancient warriors of the North Sea would smear their faces in the same way, and then go out generously after drinking. I envy the warriors, who have the sky and the empty shore, the longships and the sharp weapons, the thick blankets and the warm fire. And we are huddled in the ground, without wine, without weapons, and without hope.

The rotation of the gears became slow and heavy, as the wooden platform was close to the bottom of the well, and every rope connecting the platform was taut to the limit. We're about to face our enemies.

"Have you had enough?"

The high priest stained his robes red with blood, and the four young slaves tore them open. Hold a candle in your hand. The light flickered, and the high priest wandered among the stars.

"Enough!"

The slaves answered him.

"You are willing to suffer like this. Or are you willing to fight to the death! ”

"Fight to the death!"

The slaves answered him.

"Come on, come on! I've seen you look up at the stars so many times, and I've seen you shed every drop of sweat and blood! Come on! Come on! Kill the enemy! ”

The wooden platform hit the ground, but the wooden door did not open.

The people inside seemed to be surprisingly silent.

The slaves aimed every weapon in their hands at the wooden door, and if anyone opened the lifting platform from the inside, they would be stabbed into a pulp. When faced with a cavalry charge, the infantry had to wait so patiently that when the enemy was approaching, they would raise their spears, crouch down, and crush the enemy with courage and discipline. We're pretty much the same now, and we're going to have to wait patiently for the door to open so we can slaughter everyone inside.

Still no movement.

I felt a little odd, and I took a few steps back a little, and the fanatical young slave next to me immediately filled my place. The gloomy Wikibians immediately noticed my movements and followed me a few steps behind.

One of the slaves finally couldn't hold it anymore and went to pull the wooden door, but Abi didn't stop them, but only motioned for the black slaves around him to bring their weapons closer together so that they could protect the brave fellow.

The door seemed to be closed rather closely, and two more men joined in the prie, and the door finally made a dull noise. A slave slammed his stone spear into the crack of the wooden door. A spicy breath filled the air around them, and someone immediately coughed.

At this time, the three slaves who opened the door finally pried the wooden door open with the greatest strength.

The moment I opened the door, my eyes were instantly filled with tears, and the candle was almost obscured by the smoke and dust pouring out. Everyone was coughing, and I was running behind me, and only one Wikibian came after me, and I didn't see who it was. The slaves are in a mess, and you are pushing and shoving me noisily.

The panic at the front quickly spread to the slaves behind them, who did not know what was happening, but faintly smelled the stench, and heard that the slaves in front of them were fleeing, and they thought that the men in the mines had sent down the most warlike soldiers, and that we had lost the battle, so they also turned around and fled.

Before being controlled by fear, everyone thought that they would fight to the death without fear, but when fear came like a flood, people collapsed. The more people there are, the faster this fear spreads. Sometimes people simply don't know what the hell is coming. But looking at the people around me, they panicked. I didn't have time to think about it, so I just ran away by myself. This is how many good generals lose their battles and reputations.

I came across a puddle where a fallen slave lay in pángbiān, and I tore off his clothes, got wet with water, and tied them to my face. This was when I was in the Riverlands. Giovanni taught me that when you loot villages and burn fields, you have to protect your nose like this, otherwise the smoke and dust will kill you. The Wikibian behind me did the same. It was only then that I could see that this was the guy named Paul.

"What about your people?" I asked him. "King Valan!"

"Don't make fun of me, stupid!" Paul yelled, "Do you know how to run? ”

"I don't know."

"Do you see the smoke? Is it floating up, or is it floating along the ground? ”

"Along the ground." I answered him.

"I also saw it along the ground," Paul said, "and I don't think I'm right." Let's go a little higher. ”

"Will you survive?" I asked him,

"A few hours late."

We went into a tunnel one after the other, and there were already three slaves hiding there. These people saw my face and Paul's face. Screaming for us to forgive them. It turned out that these people took us for the scratching teeth of the mine owner. We left these slaves behind. Walked through the tunnel, then jumped over a bottomless crack. Jumped on top of the wooden shelf opposite. I don't know how deep the crack below is, and after throwing a stone, I can only hear it crashing along the stone wall, but I can't hear when it hits the ground.

There was no one behind the shelves, except for the occasional crowd of escaped slaves at the fork in the road. A few people asked us what was going on, and I told them that it was possible that the people in the well were going to smoke us to death with poisonous smoke. The guys muttered 'it's over' and fled in other directions.

"Do you think Jill will order our execution?" Paul asked me.

"No, it won't." I got straight to my impression of Jill.

"Huh?" Paul looked at me suspiciously, "You know Jill?" ”

Let people know that I am involved with Jill, and it is estimated that I will be executed immediately, the slaves panicked, it is only a temporary thing, and when they come to their senses, their hatred of Jill will be even stronger.

"Of course I know Jill, I'm one of his two sons, and his family has half of my fortune."

"Bastard," said Paul, "I am Jill's own brother, and the inheritance is ahead of you." ”

"Aren't you King Valan?" I laughed at him.

Paul laughed, "Haha, that's, I'm a fake, I just want to pull you in." ”

"I'm also a fake," I told him, "and Jill doesn't have illegitimate children. I can be with you. ”

"Come on," said Paul, surveying his surroundings, "I know I didn't intimidate you, and you won't be sincere." Once we're in the mine, let's run for our lives. ”

Paul stopped abruptly and looked at a long tunnel in front of him.

Something was hidden in the darkness.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, and the shape of the man gradually emerged from the darkness: first a man, then three or five people behind him, and finally a dense crowd.

A large group of men with stone spears, hammers, flails, and spears stood before us.

It was one of several slave units that Abiy had assigned to hide in the mines, estimated to be around a hundred.

"Why," said the black chief, "aren't you in the well?" ”

"The mine owner dispersed us at the elevator." I say.

"We failed?" The chief asked, "Is Abi dead?" ”

"Abi isn't dead," I wondered what he was asking for, "they sent poisoned smoke down and dispersed us." ”

"Oh, it's better." The leader said, "It looks like they're ready to go down." ”

"Nonsense, they sent poison gas to poison us." Paul said.

"If your farming nation and farming people, if the cattle and horses are not obedient and do not work, will you kill them directly?" The leader said, "The smoke is nothing but something that weakens us." When they do this, they will definitely attack. They are not for investigation at all, they are for punishment. We'll just wait for them here. Do you have weapons? ”

This leader's demeanor was no less than that of Giovanni's captains, so how could he obey Abi's orders.

"Nope. I lost my dagger. I said.

The leader turned his head and motioned to the men behind him, and immediately came out of the two black children, gave me a stone spear, and gave Paul a flail.

"My brothers," said the chief, "we are waiting for them here, and we are going to crush them here." ”