There is nothing poetic about winter in Paradise Valley.
Shen Rusong couldn't sleep. He hugged his arms tightly and curled up to resist the cold. The screams on the roof of the shed got louder and louder. It was already the frost season, and the violent wind and snow whipped the thin board fiercely. This group of captive soldiers were in a pitiful condition and only had a few layers of tarpaulin as a curtain door. The bone-chilling chill was eroding crazily, reaching Shen Rusong's bones.
The cold drove away Shen Rusong's sleepiness, and he tried his best to wrap his clothes tightly. This fully patched and untanned leather was purchased with a human life. Since the last massacre in the valley, the tribesmen have never had any good feelings towards this group of particularly unruly prisoners. After everyone received a severe beating, everyone was blindfolded and thrown into a trap. He went to a mine somewhere. There was no doubt that he was going to be a slave laborer and would starve to death.
And this piece of skin was taken from a savage after Shen Rusong beat him to death in an underground dog cave, a place where lives were staked in exchange for basic food, water, and clothing.
In the face of cold and hunger, people's will will be broken down, and honor will be hidden deep in the heart. Everyone is in a desolate and desperate mine. Those life and death comrades, like Shen Rusong, are becoming weaker and weaker. , becoming more and more...inhuman.
This is still a long time before the countdown to death.
Shen Rusong heard the arduous sound of the oxcart driving over Bingzhuzi Road outside. In the drowsy wilderness covered with snow and goose feathers, the wheels were grinding through the ice on a dirt road that was as hard as iron, making an eerie "creak" sound. Shen Rusong couldn't help but wonder whether the car was carrying bloody mines or bloody people? In the dark shed, the smelly people were wandering between being asleep and waking up from the cold, muttering in their throats, occasionally whimpering or mumbling in their sleep, unconsciously lowering their heads on the shoulders of their companions, and unconsciously following. The cutting bumps of the cold wind moved back.
A few rays of light drooped in, white steam was rising in front of Shen Rusong's nostrils, and a trembling throbbing arose. He was hungry, very hungry. After 12 or 3 hours of intense stone-pounding every day, all I got was two bowls of not-too-hot porridge. Shen Rusong saw the oxcarts from the valley bringing bags of wheat and dried meat. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the guards could not consume so much. These foods served as the simplest bargaining chips, used to divide the captive groups.
Whoever digs out more mines has food and clothing, whoever identifies those who want to escape or cause destruction and sends them to light labor, whoever kills such people, escapes the sea of misery.
In an extremely barren and bitterly cold place, the desire to live will always go to extremes, either extremely low or extremely high.
Shen Rusong couldn't help but bite off a piece of skin and chewed it slowly. The astringent and fishy taste rushed into his throat. He instinctively wanted to spit it out, but his hunger instinct drove him to eat it.
He counted on his fingers how long it had been since the escape team had successfully escaped. It had been at least half a month. If it had gone smoothly, they would have crossed the Huijiang River and returned to Beiqin Base.
But what does this have to do with them? This mine is not in Paradise Valley. Even when it was delivered, it sat for a day and a night. God knows where he is? !
Shen Rusong's gums were bleeding from biting them, and his young heart was also bleeding. He knew that he had to persevere. When the day of escape came, he would be surrounded by dozens of comrades, including Li Minbo, Yang Qi, Deng Feng, and others. A brother who is entrusted to the back. For their sake, Shen Rusong had to persevere, not to mention that he still had his sister and mother waiting for him at home, as well as Mai Qiu, and many, many more people.
After struggling repeatedly, Shen Rusong fell into a drowsy sleep.
It felt like only a moment before Shen Rusong woke up again. A sudden cold wind penetrated the shed, and the wild foreman roared at everyone to get up and work.
Full of sleepiness, Shen Rusong and Yang Qi, who was sleeping next to him, helped each other out of the shed. Half a month of torture had made them extremely thin. Looking around, in the black and white quarry, thousands of slave workers are struggling to smash the ore between the huge steps, just in exchange for a half-starved meal at noon.
After exchanging glances with several comrades who were still together, Shen Rusong suppressed the desire to pounce on the wild foreman and beat him to death, and went outdoors wrapped in a warm military uniform. As for the armbands on military uniforms? Even if it was kept, it was thrown into the fire on the way. It was impossible for the armband to be desecrated!
"You guys, go push the mine cart!"
Pushing a mine cart is hard work. The savages also have a small number of large vehicles, but they are all broken vehicles that were sealed in the mines in the past. After several repairs, they were able to pull out the minerals from the ground that could not be moved by human and animal power. When going uphill, dozens of people often have to push forward and push back. Once a vehicle weighing dozens of tons brakes without braking, it is not just exhausting, it can hit people and turn it into a puddle of mud.
Shen Rusong and others walked down silently. Silence can save energy. Unexpectedly, the dark-faced Deng Feng suddenly stuffed him with a small piece of pancake.
There was no reaction on his face. Shen Rusong quickly hid the pancake behind his clothes, twisted half of it and gave it to Yang Qi. After chewing it into pieces and swallowing it, Shen Rusong asked in a low voice, "You kid, are you still hiding it?"
Deng Feng was a veteran, and Shen Rusong knew that when he was in the base, there was wine and meat hidden in the cupboard. But in such a hellish place, he was still able to get food and drink, so he was really good at it.
"I don't sleep much, so I can't move." Deng Feng didn't explain much, and Shen Rusong didn't ask too many questions.
When we arrived at the mine cart, the old cart had been listening to its engine idling for a long time, and the foreman next to him had a dark face as he raced against the rain clouds in the sky. The driver of the car faced the cool breeze blowing from the mountain in the Hailan River. He leaned out half of his body and glanced back. Sure enough, the rear wheel of the car was unlucky enough to get stuck in the mire again. Look at the tire, it was covered with oil and water. Bright.
Shen Rusong thought to himself that today was really a good day to avoid going out and to break ground. He stroked his beard and stroked his hair, stared at the dark roof panel for a few times, and cursed lightly. :"Grass".
This is a big car stuck in the mud. The most dangerous thing is that if one mistake is made, the big car will roll over, and no matter how hard it is, it will be impossible to escape.
The prisoners and slaves around knew that this matter was fatal, and none of them were willing to move. Unable to withstand the foreman's whip and threats of food, they all had no choice but to pull up the ropes and stand in the back of the car, preparing to fight with manpower.
"I'm so sorry for God." Shen Rusong glanced at his crotch, which was splashed with brown mud, and wanted to scream to the sky with grief and anger. But he didn't want to waste his energy scolding.
The driver jumped out, punching the tarpaulin in the trunk with his fist, and roaring at everyone to get off and remove some ore to reduce the load on the car. .
With the combined efforts of everyone, this heavy truck filled with iron-colored ore coughed out a few large bursts of choking exhaust gas like a dying old man, and moved forward very humiliatingly. After all, this was a return to the light, and the station was on the train. The few people nearby didn't even have time to lend a hand, and the car suddenly fell back into the pit.
Shen Rusong's throat was clogged and he muttered in his mind: "Damn it's winter and it's still so boring..."
The driver of the big truck looks like a southerner? People from the south of Huijiang River? Shen Rusong felt that this man looked slightly familiar. The driver ordered the shorter ones to get under the car first and dig the walls of the pit at an angle. Everyone was busy handing shovels inside to fill the straw. A few smart ones unloaded the wooden planks without waiting for instructions, and placed them on the ground. He straightened the front of the wheel, which was immediately praised by the driver. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the short man climbed out of the car in disgrace, and even the spokes of the car were tied with large wrenches.
The short man snorted with drooped eyelids, and the mud on his brow fell down with a plop. He picked up the hem of his clothes and wiped it casually. Naturally, it was all over his face. He closed his eyes tightly. , picking at the corner of his eyes, he hadn’t even scratched his head yet. When he heard someone shouting his name to help him, he had to say "Hey," and touched the rear guardrail of the car next to the person with one foot and the other with both hands. He resisted and didn't open his eyes.
"I'm counting to three, press the accelerator as far as possible!" the foreman folded his hands and shouted to the driver. When he saw the driver stretched out his hand to sign "six", he turned sideways and grabbed the hood frame, and the blue-black swamp was reflected in the rear mirror. .
The driver spat and roared, "Listen up, give me a hard push, one, two, three, push!"
"Push!" everyone roared, not sparing their vocal cords, roaring at the top of their lungs, as if this could indeed bring extra power. However, the heavy truck obviously did not intend to buy their account. The tires spun and mud splashed. When the roar reached its highest point, it also reached its highest point. When the roar fell, it also fell.
"Damn..." Shen Rusong cursed in a low voice after failing to succeed in one attempt. Then I saw the driver asking a few people to go around to the back of the car, and then he turned over his shoulders and held the car bumper upside down, saying hello.
The two of them are like him, so they can raise the body of the car as much as possible.
"Three, two, one!" Shen Rusong took a few breaths and counted the numbers. Gao Youming suddenly felt swollen with veins on his forehead, and the sound squeezed out from the depths of his throat was heard as he hit twenty or thirty tons of iron. Transformed. Feeling that the car was being pushed up, Shen Rusong shouted "Ahhh" before using up all his strength, and gritted his teeth and hissed:
"Work harder! Work harder!"
The hundreds of horsepower output by the engine, the friction under the tires and the strength of dozens of people, finally defeated the earth's gravity temporarily. At the end, the truck shuddered, black smoke puffed out from the rear of the truck, and it crawled out of the pit without letting go of the accelerator. It continued to rush forward happily for more than ten meters before slowly stopping.
The car climbed out of the pit, but someone fell into the pit.
When someone threw a dog and chewed the mud, the guys around him started laughing, not caring that they were no more decent than the feller. When the guy with his face down and his head in the mud didn't move for a long time, then Then he hurriedly fished it out for him. Seeing that his eyes were closed and his nose was lifeless, he seemed to be really dead?
A group of prisoners and slave laborers dragged out the fallen, pressed their chests, and slapped their faces. Seeing that the boy still didn't respond, everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Shen Rusong who was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Pushing a cart and drowning someone, whether it was the person who died or everyone who is alive, is indeed too ugly to tell, but it is not sensational. When the driver and foreman came to check, the man who fell to the ground was completely out of breath. Only Shen Rusong was still struggling to save him, but what he received was an indifferent sentence:
"If you die, just die and throw it away."
