Liu Ziguang had many dreams. He dreamed that he had committed a murder, and cried bitterly to bid farewell to his parents on the execution ground. A gunshot woke him up, and he found that he was lying peacefully on the bed at home. It turned out to be a dream. He just breathed a sigh of relief.
, a bloody long knife picked up the bloody head and brought it to the front. A vicious voice rang in the ears, "This is the consequences of running away! See clearly."
Liu Ziguang screamed and woke up from a series of nightmares. He sat up suddenly and found that his head was covered with sweat. There was a sound of snoring all around. The smell of sweat, foot odor and stinky farts mixed into a vomiting smell. This was a big problem.
The bunk occupies half of the room, and hundreds of dirty men are crowded on the bunk. The door of the house is closed tightly, and the high windows are embedded with thumb-thick subway grates. The moonlight shines in through the windows, and Liu Ziguang
Mottled shadows formed on the face.
He pinched his thigh. The pain was not a dream. Suddenly he felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that there were marks of a soldering iron on the place where the whip had broken it during the day: a hammer and a pickaxe crossed together, a very shaped shape.
Simple, there are four Arabic numerals below
9527.
This is the logo and slave number of Liguo Iron Works. 9527 is Liu Ziguang’s current name.
Slaves have no names but code names. All conflicts between these code names are resolved with fists. People with weak physiques can only become the prey of the jungle and the slaves of slaves.
When Liu Ziguang first arrived at the slave team, his Baleno T-shirt, which was still somewhat clothy, was snatched away by a Qing prisoner of war codenamed 5914. He said it was soft enough and wanted to use it to make a sweat towel. Liu Ziguang complained a little, and was taken away.
The tall 5914 punched him to the ground, and could only watch helplessly as his Hong Kong brand pure cotton T-shirt was proudly wrapped around his waist.
There are several very tyrannical characters in the slave team. They can be called the overlords among the slaves, or slave bullies for short. No one dares to bully them at ordinary times. They are the only ones who bully others. They are at the top of the food chain of the slave team. A front that is as stocky as a cannonball
A centurion of the Mongolian army, a white Roman infantryman from the Xixia mercenary group, a tall black man who was formerly a member of the Zheng family's Wufan personal guard, and 5914 from the Qing Dynasty. Among them, 5914 is the most arrogant and domineering.
Everyone has been bullied by him.
Liu Ziguang, who is 1.76 meters tall, has gradually become stronger after a year of training. His strong bronze muscles are covered with scars. This is the result of the guards' whips and the slaves fighting each other. He never bullies others.
, but you don’t allow others to bully you. In such an environment, cowardice means death.
The workers had three meals a day, a sorghum pancake in the morning, sorghum paste mixed with vegetable leaves at noon, and sorghum noodle soup that was so thin that only the human figure could be seen at dinner.
On important occasions such as the factory owner's birthday or New Year's Eve, the canteen would burn some sick pork to improve life.
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. When Liu Ziguang was making lunch at noon, he carefully brought a portion of sorghum rice with meat. In the pottery bowl were two pieces of pig teats cut into large pieces and the pig skin with unscratched bristles.
The long-lost smell of meat attracted several workers nearby. The leader was 5914. He had already finished the meat in his bowl and looked at Liu Ziguang's bowl with salivation.
5914 came directly over, picked up the bowl of meat and left. Liu Ziguang grabbed 5914's worn Qing Dynasty uniform and shouted, "Take it back."
5914 was startled for a moment, then turned around slowly with a sullen look on his face. He raised his hand and slapped her in the face, "Young girl, you dare to snatch it from me! If you don't change it today, I will no longer be a man!" The other hand grabbed the pottery bowl.
In the past, Liu Ziguang was slapped until he woke up, and then he was slapped with pork, sorghum and rice.
When 5914 didn't give up, a black tiger hit him with his heart out. Liu Ziguang was stunned, his mind was roaring, and the little stars were twinkling in front of his eyes.
When he saw that the person in front of him was 5914, he was the overseer who often whipped him, and he became the swordsman who kidnapped him. The old and new hatreds accumulated together, and suddenly broke out in an instant. With a roar, Liu Ziguang burst into flames.
He punched 5914 hard on the Adam's apple. 5914 felt the pain and punched Liu Ziguang even more crazily. The two of them fought like this. After all, 5914's physique was obviously stronger and he crushed Liu Ziguang in a short time.
Beneath him, heavy hammers hit Liu Ziguang's face one after another, causing blood to splash everywhere.
At this time, Liu Ziguang was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back. 5914 closed his fist, stood up, turned around and took two steps. When he saw the pork scattered on the ground, he couldn't help but feel angry again. He turned around and started again.
He kicked him and walked away angrily.
Several dark dirty hands from the side reached over, grabbed the pork and stuffed it into his mouth. Liu Ziguang looked at 5914's back, clenching his fists loudly, and his eyes almost bursting with fire.
It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The slaves were not allowed to go out at night. They could only see the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival through the high iron window bars. Liu Ziguang was lying on the straw to sleep. During last year’s Dragon Boat Festival, there were still
Celebrated with his family, the rice dumplings stuffed with red dates, the exquisite side dishes cooked by his mother, and the small wine flask made by his father, everything was so familiar and yet so far away. Knowing that he was in a different time and space, he had long given up the extravagant hope of going back.
, it’s so hard to stay alive now.
"Dad, Mom, my child is unfilial and I can't support you in your old age." Thinking of his parents' old faces, Liu Ziguang's eyes became moist and he slowly fell asleep.
While sleeping in a daze, he suddenly felt pain in his scalp. When he opened his eyes, he saw that 5914's big palm-like hands were holding his hair. 5914 pulled hard, and Liu Ziguang felt that his scalp was about to fall off, and his whole body was pulled down.
On the ground, before he could react, he was dragged forward again. He reached out to pluck the fingers that were holding his hair. The five-fingered iron pliers of 5914 were not loose, and he dragged them to the open space in the middle of the house, where he was beaten and kicked like a torrential rain.
After kicking, 5914 let go of his hand, took out a sharp blade made of iron from the gap in the clothes around his waist, and shook it in his hand.
"You 9527, you young girl, you dare to fight with me. You are really brave. The more I think about it, the more angry I am. I will definitely destroy you today, otherwise I will be shameless in the future." He said and knelt down to suppress you.
Liu Ziguang's chest glanced threateningly at the awakened slaves on the bunk.
The slaves who usually hung out with 5914 were all cheering at this moment. The centurion of the Mongolian army and the two black and white prisoners of war, Nuba, looked at everything that happened with cold eyes and did not take any action.
5914 was very satisfied with his majestic performance. He looked down at Liu Ziguang, who was still struggling, and analyzed which part would be better to cut off.
Liu Ziguang was lying on the ground struggling desperately. He saw the knife reaching his face. He was helplessly suppressed by the opponent. He shook his head left and right to no avail. "It's over now. Any part missing from the head will become disabled."
The angry Liu Ziguang yelled: "F*ck 5914, I will never spare you!"
5914 sneered and put the knife back: "You pretty boy can still curse, and you still want to fuck my mother. I will fuck you first today!" He raised his head and glanced at several familiar slaves. "This pretty boy is so raw."
He's quite handsome, but there are no girls here. Let's vent our anger on him first, and you guys can line up behind me."
Several guys cheered loudly and jumped off the bunks eager to try. Some of the impatient ones had already begun to unbutton their pants.
Liu Ziguang's eyesight went dark, these scumbags actually used such tricks to destroy him! The slave team had not even seen a woman for several years in a row. Their psychology had been severely distorted and they were capable of anything.
No one should suffer such a shameful humiliation! The angry Liu Ziguang felt his breathing speeding up, blood rushing to the top of his head, and his teeth almost breaking. 5914 did not notice Liu Ziguang's overwhelming anger, but felt that Liu Ziguang had stopped struggling.
"Little pretty boy, baby bunny, be good. I'll spare you for today and won't gouge your eyes out." 5914 thought Liu Ziguang had given in.
A few guys next to me laughed obscenely.
Liu Ziguang, who was extremely angry, calmed down. He tried to calm his breathing, pretended to be scared, and allowed himself to be manipulated by 5914.
5914 had already taken off his pants and was standing naked. The whole slave house got up. The dirty slaves were lying on the bunks watching the live erotic palace that was about to take place. Several tyrannical characters were still silent.
Lying down, it was as if he didn't see what was happening in front of him.
After 5914 proudly displayed his body, he came to take off Liu Ziguang's pants. Liu Ziguang's jeans had long been worn into strips of cloth and were rotten. They fell apart after being grabbed by 5914's iron hand.
There were wild cheers and whistles all around. Liu Ziguang glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes. Taking advantage of 5914's lack of concentration, he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked him hard in the crotch.
5914 screamed and took two steps back. There was an uproar around him, and some good people began to cheer for Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang turned around sharply, and before 5914 could react, he kicked him hard again. This kick used all his strength, and still hit 5914 in the crotch. Everyone present felt that they heard something.
Regardless of the broken sounds, he subconsciously protected his crotch.
5914 almost fainted from the pain, and the indescribable pain spread throughout his body. The treasure passed down from generation to generation might be scrapped this time, "I'm going to kill him!"
But Liu Ziguang would not give him any chance. He rushed over ferociously, threw 5914 to the ground, and thrust his hand into his eyes. 5914's nerves were paralyzed by the severe pain, and he could not resist. The severe pain in his crotch was still there.
It didn't go away, and there was severe pain in my eyes again.
Liu Ziguang's anger was still burning, and the long-term suppression was released at this moment. He hated, hated everyone, hated the iron factory, hated the people who kidnapped him, hated the guards who beat him, hated the 5914 who bullied him, all of them
The hatred has now been vented on 5914.
Two bloody white balls were taken out by Liu Ziguang, which were the eyeballs of 5914. 5914 screamed and kicked Liu Ziguang, but Liu Ziguang had entered an even crazier state. He dropped the eyeballs and pressed on 5914, biting his teeth.
Towards 5914's throat.
Blood, smelly blood, filled Liu Ziguang's mouth. He bit into 5914's artery, like a lion. The screams around him had gradually subsided, and all he could hear was the sound of a beast devouring its prey.
5914 was dead. The two hollows on his face faced the roof. His naked body was covered with blood. Liu Ziguang, who was also covered in blood, got up from the body with a ferocious face. His pale teeth actually shone in the moonlight, and his mouth was full.
There is an inexplicable horror in the blood, which makes even these battle-hardened prisoners of war and slaves shudder.
Liu Ziguang glared and roared fiercely at the guys who were booing with 5914 just now: "Come on, come here if you dare!"
Several guys shuddered in unison, turned around and ran to the corner to hide. The rest of the room was silent. The three tyrannical slaves had also sat up, quite curious.
Looking at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang stood for a while, picked up clothes from the ground and put them on, then picked up 5914's knife and the sweat towel made from the Baleno T-shirt that he had stolen from him, and went back to his bunk to sleep.
He didn't realize that the prisoner of war who was sleeping next to him had moved out of the way to give him more space.