The rumbling sound rang all night long, and a huge fire had risen in the direction of the temple, a red color that was as bright as the sky. It could be seen clearly even from such a long distance.
Shibron didn't care about all this, because this was a dark coolie camp.
From the past few days, the guards here seemed a little panicked. They transferred most of the horses and vehicles and hurriedly transported all valuable things away. Of course, these coolies were not included, because they
Not as valuable as cattle and horses, all coolies are simply consumables!
Some of the people working as coolies here are prisoners of war, and some are extremely vicious criminals. Of course, they also include civilians who have offended the powerful or nobles who have failed in political struggles.
No matter what your previous identity was, it has no meaning here because this is a coolie camp.
At this point, the meaning of life is to wait for death to come. Living is to die. This is a very absurd logic, but in the coolie camp, this is the only meaning.
It wasn't long before Shibron came to the coolie camp. In fact, every coolie here didn't come very long, because the coolies who came here earlier were already dead, all of them.
Working in a dark mine, it is already a luxury to have one meal every day. What kind of meal is that? It seems like picking up the dirt floating on the surface of the river and putting it into a wooden bowl.
In my impression, this kind of thing is not food at all, but something similar to smelly dog excrement. But the guard here said: That is the food of coolies, that is called rice!
Even such a meal will become a delicious meal that the coolies will fight for when they are extremely hungry.
Sprinkling what is said to be food on the bodies of the coolies and watching them scramble to lick each other's body remnants like hungry beasts is one of the few entertainment programs for the guards.
Groups of coolies died every day, either because of extremely heavy manual labor, or because of extreme lack of food, or because they were beaten to death by guards for no reason, or because of nothing at all.
Death is death, and in such a coolie camp, death happens every moment.
No one can live, no one can live long, you will definitely die when you come here, the only difference is the sooner or later and the way of death.
But death is absolute!
Shibron has endured a lot of hardships and had numerous brushes with death, but he has never been as desperate as he is now.
The meaning of the existence of the coolie camp is to squeeze out the last bit of value from the coolies and then send them to die. This is more cost-effective than killing them directly. Every coolie has to do heavy work that can kill people every day, and is regarded as worse than livestock.
consumables. When he was a noble, Shibron never dreamed that there was such a dark hell in the world!
This place is not even as good as hell, at least there is a hope of reincarnation in hell, but here, the only hope is death. Now, he is in a coolie camp, which is not even as good as hell.
Yesterday evening, the coolie who slept next to Shibron overheard the conversation of the guards. It was said that the Imperial Capital had been lost. This news made the coolies very excited. They thought they were about to be liberated and would soon be free.
This optimistic atmosphere made the coolies excited for most of the night, and then they fell asleep. Maybe they would have a sweet dream of being liberated and free!
Freedom, liberation, this kind of thing can only exist in dreams.
Shibron knew this very well.
If the Rein tribe can defend the Imperial Capital, the coolies here may be able to survive for a few more days. Once the Imperial Capital is lost, it will be the end of the coolies.
There is absolutely no doubt about this, because the Rein tribe will not let their enemies discover this dark and cruel place that reaches the limit of psychological tolerance. They will definitely destroy this place at the last moment, leaving no trace of the destruction!
It can be seen from the signs that the guards are hurriedly carrying supplies that the Rein tribe has really been defeated. This place will soon be destroyed, and the coolies who are too sick and inconvenient to move will also be destroyed!
Yes, it is destruction, not massacre.
Because coolies are not considered life at all, there is no concept of massacre.
The coolie next to Shibron was sleeping deeply and soundly, but Shibron was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. Although his body was already extremely exhausted and every joint in his body was sore, he still couldn't sleep.
In this coolie camp full of suffering and humiliation, Shibron had seen death countless times.
In dangerous mines, there are always coolies who will be killed by falling ore or torn into pieces by heavy winches; in dark and damp dark prisons, there will always be coolies who stagger down and can no longer stand.
Get up. No coolie can live too long. Sooner or later, they will be killed by fatigue, hunger, disease, or simply beat the extremely boring guards to death.
Shibron was already in despair. He never expected that he could get out of the coolie camp. That was a delusion that would never happen.
He had not eaten any food for two days, not even a drop of water. The extreme fatigue and extremely harsh environment caused him to suffer from severe diarrhea, accompanied by a high fever.
Although he was hungry, Shibron had no appetite at all. He was already severely dehydrated due to diarrhea. He had lost a lot of weight. Except for the occasional flash of life in his eyes, he was almost like a skeleton.
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Shibron is sick, and he is seriously ill. But the guards here can't possibly cure him, let alone give him any medicine for treatment. The reason is very obvious. Such a coolie who can't even stand up is definitely cheaper than a cheap coolie.
The medicine is cheaper, so it is better to let him die directly.
Perhaps due to dehydration, Shibron's spirit entered a morbid state of excitement, and he did not close his eyes all night.
His eyes looked very big due to the dehydration of his cheeks, and they were a bit scary. Shibron kept his eyes open all the time, not to see anything. In fact, he could not see anything in the dark prison where he could not see his fingers.
Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside the dark cell, and with the sound of the key being pushed into the keyhole and turning slightly, the cell door was opened from the outside.