The next morning, Bill received a new task: moving corpses.
It snowed heavily all day and night, and five hundred people died in the city. No one cared whether these five hundred people died of freezing, illness, or starvation.
It is said that this is also the coldest year in Guineapolis in ten years.
For the first time in a month, Bill got the chance to leave the city. His task was to transport the body outside the city and find a place to bury it. Because there were defensive positions outside the city consisting of trenches and earth embankments, Bill had to drive the workers out of the city.
We found a place to dig a hole very far away.
Far away from the city wall, some laborers couldn't bear the desire for life and took the opportunity to escape. A chasing game was staged in the snowfield. The man only ran three hundred meters before he was knocked down by several hunting dogs released by the rebels.
Amid the wailing, the man was torn into pieces by hunting dogs, and his blood was sprinkled on the ground, like red snow.
The remaining workers glanced numbly, then lowered their heads and continued working, as if nothing had happened, but their bodies were trembling.
Killer Bill, or Percy Robinson, was wrapped in his coat, standing in the snow smoking, watching expressionlessly as his men scolded the workers.
After he escaped from the werewolf, he was taken to the northern edge of the Otter Mountains by the rapids, and defeated the control of drugs on himself. The price was that he now became this terrifying appearance, and later mixed with some bandits, and finally
And he accidentally joined the rebels.
The handsome young man he once was is gone, and so is Percy Robinson, who may have extreme words but is upright in his heart and full of enthusiasm for life.
At this moment, his heart is harder than iron, his eyes are sharper than knives, and colder than ice and snow, as if he has seen through the world.
During the process of escaping to this day, he looked at the world with a cold eye and saw more life, death and sin. It was as if he had lived a new life, and his understanding of the world had fundamentally changed.
The Percy Robinson of old is gone.
The rebellious party ruined everything for him. He attributed his experience to the conspiracy of the True God Party. If he could not see the True God Party and the rebels destroyed, he would not rest in peace.
Now he has an important piece of information. Although he is not sure yet, he believes that this information is of great value. But how to send this information out has become a big problem.
The rebels did not allow anyone to leave the city without permission. The fanatics were prepared to have the entire city buried with them, and some of the most extreme ones even believed they would win.
In the promotional brochures they printed, they regarded themselves as the spokesperson of the true God in the world. They must pay the price of blood to achieve true freedom, and as long as they are enthusiastic and loyal to the true God, the great cause will surely be realized. For
Therefore, they are willing to sacrifice their lives.
Putting aside his personal experiences, the former Posey did not disagree with some of the ideal values pursued by the True God Party. While studying at university in the Holy City or in some private salons in Poitou, Posey also published
Something called ideal.
But as he watched with cold eyes, reality woke him up.
This is just personal ambition wrapped up in some noble ideas. While the top figures of the True God Party are giving some small favors to the people, everyone's pockets are filled with something called wealth, and there is something called wealth hidden in their hearts.
Words of power.
After working in the snow in the wild for most of the day, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was so cold that there was only a breath of heat left.
When they returned to the city gate, Percy and his party were stopped. The officer guarding the city gate was responsible for counting the number of people. This shows that the rebels were extremely tight.
While waiting to enter the city, Percy saw a bearded man arguing with someone.
Percy knew this bearded man, who was originally a local patrolman. When the rebels arrived, he worked with others inside and outside to help the rebels easily occupy Daguerre City.
All the resources in the city, especially the food, were in the hands of the rebels. Guinepoli is a major grain-producing province, and Daguerre is an important transit point for grain exports, so the amount of this batch of grain is staggering.
The two hundred thousand residents had no grain in their hands. They had to exchange their own labor for food. The rebels also used this extremely effective method to control the residents and make them their own free labor.
Those who manage labor are contractors, large and small.
Percy and Big Beard are both among the contractors. These contractors receive rewards, mainly food, by accepting and completing tasks assigned by the rebels. Contractors generally only pay half of the food to the laborers. If they can give six
If so, then this contractor must be a philanthropist.
Percy walked forward, took out a cigarette, and threw it to the bearded man: "Hey, brother, you got a new job?"
The bearded man knew him well. He pointed to about fifty cars behind him, which were piled with firewood: "I want to send these firewood to York Town. It was originally agreed to deliver them early tomorrow morning, but the officers changed their orders and asked me to
It must be delivered before ten o'clock in the evening, and it's already three o'clock now, so damn unlucky!"
The bearded man cursed, and the three rebel soldiers supervising him pretended not to hear.
This kind of thing happens all the time. Small contractors like them sometimes encounter rebel officers who don't follow the rules and have no choice but to consider themselves unlucky.
"Then you still have 7 hours. Work harder and you will definitely deliver it on time." Percy joked, "I guess the soldiers there are shivering from the cold and are waiting for the firewood you sent to keep warm. Look.
You need to find a helper."
"Bill, stop making sarcastic remarks." The bearded man rolled his eyes and pointed at Bo Xia's men. "We cooperate, and if you send someone else, the task will be half for each of us."
"I am seven and you are three, otherwise you find someone else." Percy shook his head.
"Four or six, after all, it's the job I got." The bearded man said.
"make a deal!"
Posey's labor team left the city again. For these workers, this was an extra benefit, and they did not dare to object.
Due to the lack of livestock, two people pulled each vehicle in front, and several people had to be arranged to push it in the back. The road covered with ice and snow was very slippery.
York Town is the town farthest from Daguerre City controlled by the rebels. The town has long been empty of residents. The rebels demolished the entire town and built a tall hexagonal bastion to guard the transportation hub.
Tao. These bastions are also beacon towers. Once a war breaks out, they will quickly deliver the news.
It is precisely because Yorktown is located at the forefront of the defense line that Percy took the initiative to hook up with Big Beard. This may be an excellent opportunity, but of course it is also very risky.
This transport team arrived at its destination at 10 o'clock in the evening. Of course, they completed their work under the supervision of a group of rebel soldiers.
After all, it is the closest to the frontier, and not far outside the town is the range of activities of the scouts from both sides.
Percy directed the movement of firewood while observing the environment. Unfortunately, the visibility was very good in the snow at night, but he could not see the situation outside the town. From time to time, rebel soldiers lined up and walked past.
Occasionally, one or two gunshots can be heard, and the pace of war can already be felt here.
The weather was cold, and there might be scouts from the other side at night. The rebel soldiers responsible for supervision were unwilling to take risks, so Percy and others had to spend the night in the town.
It was impossible for people like Percy to enter a bastion that could provide shelter from the wind and cold. Percy had no choice but to order people to build a few shacks next to the stables and against the broken walls, and they managed to get together overnight.
Percy ate some dry food with hot water, and when he lay down, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning on December 25th.
If Mark Wheeler's intelligence is correct, the war will start during the day today, leaving Percy little time.
Percy closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly. This was a skill he learned while on the run, to seize any opportunity to replenish his energy.
When he opened his eyes, it was about 4 o'clock in the morning, and there was a bearded man talking in his sleep next to him. Percy sat up quietly, and then came to the stable.
He had long noticed that there were two horses in the stable, which might have been used by the defenders in the nearby fortress to convey military information.
When he took off the reins, a sneer came from behind:
"Bill, we are all friends, how can you find freedom alone?"
The bearded man stood behind him, holding a pistol in his hand. Percy slowly turned around and smiled:
"There are two horses here. How about we take one each?"
"What?" The bearded man was stunned for a moment and said, "Bill, you are too naive. People like me have no chance to surrender to the government forces. I have already invested a large sum of money in Mr. Mark Wheeler, and I believe you have also invested in it."
.In this case, if you are still thinking about escaping, I can only think that you are a spy, and I really want to see you hanged."
Percy said: "I have a check in my pocket with a face value of 10,000 gold louis. If you let me go, this check will belong to you."
"What a pity. If you do this, you will be dead." The bearded man smiled evilly and fired.
Before the fire from the muzzle shone, Percy swayed in advance, raised his hand and flew a dagger towards the bearded man's throat.
The bearded man fell down with a look of disbelief.
But Percy quickly jumped on his horse and galloped out of the town.
The rebel soldiers in the bastion reacted, and the rebel soldiers patrolling and guarding outside the town started to commotion. For a moment, there was a loud sound of gunfire, and the highly nervous soldiers opened fire one after another.
Percy lay on his horse, taking advantage of the opportunity for the soldiers in front to lower their heads to reload bullets, and quickly crossed the first line of defense outside the town.
However, the rebels built too many trenches at the front, and the horse suddenly stepped out of the way, throwing Percy out.
Percy rolled along the snow, losing most of his strength. He didn't have time to pay attention to the voices behind him, and ran forward as fast as a cat, like a leopard galloping in the snow.
From time to time, lead bullets flew over with a whistling sound. Percy kept changing his route, and then suddenly got into a snowdrift.
In the darkness, a large number of people and horses passed by.
Percy didn't dare to move. The heat in his body was losing rapidly. He could only secretly pray that he would have better luck and not be discovered.
Perhaps Percy never thought that the war would comically break out early because of him.
The rebels' commotion and gunfire alerted the government troops not far away, and their forward-deployed troops soon exchanged fire with the rebel search teams.
What followed was a full-scale fire, but for both sides, darkness was their biggest enemy. They could only shoot from a distance towards the place where the opposite fire was lit.
This was a good opportunity for Percy. The rebels' eyes were all attracted to the government troops in front of them. He jumped out of the snowdrift and ran to the other side.
Suddenly, Percy felt tripped by something on the ground, and he flew into the air. Then several black figures rushed over and pressed him to the ground, and someone punched him hard on the head several times.
Before fainting, Percy heard someone say in a native accent he was once familiar with: