"If you die, just die and throw it away."
The cold-blooded words pierced people's blood in the cold wind, and Shen Rusong suddenly felt resentment welling up in his heart. Although he didn't know this man who was choked to death by mud, he had met him a few times. It is not even necessary to listen to the accent or look at the face. Just because he never had radiation tumors, he knew that the deceased was a compatriot from the south of Huijiang River. He might be an infrastructure soldier or a farm worker. No matter what, he is the person Shen Rusong swore to protect.
Then he died.
As soon as Shen Rusong's blood started to flow, Yang Qi next to him already cursed: "Fuck you...%&*, this is a human being! I'll throw you%&* away."
A curse came out, and by the time Deng Feng reacted and covered Yang Qi's mouth to pull him into the team, it was already too late.
The tall and powerful foreman narrowed his eyes, which looked like they were closed, so he was nicknamed "Fly Eyes". On the one hand, he was mocking him for having eyes as small as flies, but on the other hand, he was afraid that this man's eyes were as vicious as flies and his viewing angle was extremely wide.
There was a "pop" sound, and the long whip in Fly Eye's hand was swung like a sonic boom. The tip of the whip was slanted and left a deep blood mark on Yang Qi's face.
Savage words with a strong dialect spewed out from Fly Eyes' mouth. He rolled up his long whip without any intention of leaving. He even commanded the savage guards around him who were watching the show. The guards understood and were about to drag Yang Qi away. come out.
How could Shen Rusong, Deng Feng, Li Minbo and others hand over Yang Qi like this? They immediately stood up to resist the savage guards, but the latter not only brought guns, but also brought sticks specially used for beating and suppression.
Shen Rusong bowed slightly and looked at the gap between the five or six barbarian guards who were rushing towards him. He and his companions ducked sideways in tacit agreement, and then used his rear foot to slam into the guard's waist. Shen Rusong still retained a lot of strength. With this sudden collision, his feet that managed to support the guard were almost off the ground, but that was it. For more than a month, Shen Rusong has lost a lot of weight due to the lack of food needed for survival. He is about 1.8 meters tall and now weighs less than 140 kilograms. Although his opponent is the same height , but the body shape is absolutely suppressing.
The guard hit Shen Rusong on the back with his elbows one after another, making Shen Rusong groan. He gritted his teeth and refused to let go, but in the end, another guard rushed over and kicked him so hard that he rolled away.
The gravel road caused Shen Rusong to roll a few times. There was a cliff on the roadside a few meters away. Shen Rusong narrowly grabbed the gap and stopped himself from rolling. Otherwise, he would really have to roll down. This was a height of hundreds of meters. , absolutely unreasonable.
Before Shen Rusong could react, a guard strode over, grabbed his hair and threw him back to the truck. There was a few clicks, which was the sound of a bullet being loaded.
Now the prisoners didn't move anymore, no matter how fast they were, the bullets couldn't move faster. Shen Rusong and Deng Feng helped each other up. No matter who the prisoner was, they all received a severe beating. The bruises on their noses and faces were considered minor. Several of the most ruthless savage guards were still torturing people, and they screamed in agony. Next, someone's ear was ripped off and thrown bloodyly in front of Shen Rusong.
At this time, Fly Eyes said slowly: "Who, just now, scolded me."
The cold wind was fierce and the mountain breeze was desolate. The coldness and pain made Shen Rusong tremble uncontrollably. He and Deng Feng exchanged glances, and both of them understood that if Yang Qi was caught, he would end up with the same fate. He would be beaten into a cripple, and the most likely outcome would be to be thrown off a cliff.
This is an open-air quarry with stairways stacked on top of each other. The drop from the highest point to the lowest point can be two to three hundred meters, and they are all steep slopes. In slave labor mines where there is no guarantee of human life, people fall down ladders and die every day. Most of these people are tribesmen and deformed people who do not belong to Paradise Valley. At first, Shen Rusong wondered why the valley seemed so fertile, but now he understood that it was entirely based on the blood and tears of slave workers outside.
"No, what did people say?"
Flyeye raised his hand and fired a shot. One of the prisoners was shot in the stomach. He was dragged away wailing and kicked off the cliff.
Flyeye unhooked the magazine and indicated that it was still full of bullets, at least fourteen rounds, enough to kill half of the crowd.
Shen Rusong could clearly feel Yang Qi trying to break away from him. He mechanically turned his head and gritted his teeth.
He whispered: "Don't be stupid!"
However, Yang Qi's reckless boy's stupidity cannot be easily smoothed out by six months as a soldier and one month as a prisoner. When he first joined the army, he showed his courage and courage. He just paid tens of thousands of dollars for a few watches. If he made mistakes later, he would never implicate others. How could he tolerate the death of other comrades because of himself this time?
Shen Rusong bit his lip. He had no doubt that Fly Eye would really continue to shoot, but he could only take a gamble, but he would not bet on the enemy's "mercy". Among the thirteen people shot, there would be no For the people he cared about, he would only bet on whether he could rush fast enough and capture the gun of the nearby guard.
Anyway, they are all dead, so it is better to take away a few more.
Shen Rusong glanced sideways at his comrades. In fact, he didn't really need the eyes. Shen Rusong also knew that when someone rushed out, there would be the next group.
Be prepared to die.
Just when Shen Rusong was about to rush out of the crowd and fight to the death, the driver who had been hiding beside the car suddenly came over, pressed the gun of Fly Eye, and said flatly: "Brother Xiong, that's enough. I still have to stay." These people are pushing carts."
The tiny eyes of the fly widened slightly. Is this some kind of respect for this kind of person? He took the cigarette from the driver and said, "Tire, you have to know that a person who doesn't even want a bond can only be of so much use."
The driver who called him "Tire" chuckled and said, "We'll talk about it after it's used up. Otherwise, it's hard to make bullets. Wouldn't we have to send someone to collect them if we throw them away?"
After some persuasion, Fly Eye was relieved and said sternly to the prisoners: "%...￥%, for Brother Tire's sake, I will spare your lives."
After that, Fly Eye took his long whip and left in a muffled voice.
Would the prisoners accept the favor of another foreman who stood by until death? Won't. Here, each circle is tightly formed by military affiliation and regional affiliation, and its tightness cannot be easily broken just because someone has a higher rank. What's more, this kind of goodwill is too forced.
Tire has a southern face that is easy to recognize, and his attitude is much better than other foremen. At least he does not regard fuel as more important than human life most of the time. He walked up to the prisoner, sighed, and looked at Yang Qi, who had blood marks on his face from his ears to his cheeks. He took out his pocket and gave him a crumpled half pack of cigarettes, one cigarette and one piece. There are many yellow stains on the handkerchief.
Tire didn't say anything more, but looked at the prisoner who was shot in the stomach and said, "Give him a good time. Even if you can get the medicine in exchange, the price is too expensive."
No one paid any attention to him.
The car started up again, but there were two fewer people pushing the cart. The road up was dangerous and strenuous, and with all the pain, Shen Rusong and others tried their best to push the car up. When he had a breather, Shen Rusong wiped his face, which was darkened by the exhaust fumes, and kept coughing. He stood in a long line and received the first food ration of the day, a piece of wheat cake the size of a palm.
As for water? A glass of slightly murky water. Closer to the surface, order will be more stable. It seems that the wild foremen here are more "civilized" and are not willing to reduce manpower by disposing of prisoners at will. And below? Those savage foremen, who were so dirty that they were indistinguishable from slave labor, did not regard humans as human beings at all. Perhaps they regarded themselves as beasts.
After a brief rest, the prisoners were ordered to move to the next quarrying block. On the way there, Shen Rusong used the handkerchief and some clean clothes to bandage Yang Qi's wound. Once it became infected, Yang Qi's life would not be much better than that of the person who was shot in the stomach.
"Squad leader, in this kind of day, life is worse than death." Yang Qi's words were filled with low sobs. Yes, this kind of life of waiting for death that is completely out of sight is too painful.
To be honest, Shen Rusong couldn't be comforted. He himself was also precarious. In just half a month, there was really not much he could do. This was not a valley where the prisoners were deliberately relaxed by the guards. At that time, they were valuable. When the attack was launched to send out men, the savage's patience was exhausted. It would take too long to plan an escape in such a ghost place.
"Don't be discouraged. We have hope. We have paid so much to send people out. Lu Lingjie and the others have a smooth journey. Maybe reinforcements have arrived." Shen Rusong explained.
At this time, people must find someone to place their hopes on. Even if they know that the possibility of being rescued is very low, they must believe in the existence of hope. Otherwise, once they collapse, they will not be able to get up at all.
Smashing rocks is painful and long-lasting. Every swing of the pickaxe takes another part of the exhausted body's strength to resist the cold. After hitting the hard stone, it bounces back and then releases the force. For a long time, I can't straighten my back. After working for several hours, when the work whistle blew, every slave worker who walked back to the shantytown was completely sleepwalking and returned. Many slave workers were so exhausted that they fell into the muddy water and were whipped by the guards. Anyone who falls behind will be beaten and kicked.
After returning to the shed area and eating the other two pieces of wheat cakes, many people fell asleep directly. During the six cold hours, they had to be driven up again to continue the next day's work until they died.
Shen Rusong still had some strength left. He and Deng Feng took turns taking care of the injured companions. He found Li Minbo and asked, "Are you sure that Lu Lingjie and the others have gone back?"
The old hunter noticed that there was no one around and said in a low voice: "I can't confirm whether they have gone back or not. You also know how dangerous the journey is. As long as someone reports the location of the valley, there will definitely be action later. I After all, more than half of the supplies here come from the valley. Whenever the guard situation is not right, we will have a chance."
"Only if we are ready."
"And, the valley creates opportunities for us."
