Alien world

Chapter 1296 218. Moment of Riot
The main force of the riot was the Osculus Mercenary Group.

A team of five masters and five elites can completely turn the open-pit coal mountain upside down without alerting the Philen Trading Company.

"We're getting there."

They had already seen the sentry post guarding the mountain road ahead.

"Everyone keep quiet. Just in case, after you go in, don't communicate casually until you enter the mine."

The convoy that was surrounded by a "buzzing" whisper just now suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of wheels rolling on the mountain road covered with a thin layer of snow.

"stop."

The captain of the guards at the sentry post stopped the convoy.

Little Smokey, who was pretending to be a coachman, came forward and said, "Sir, we are the slave knight's men. He asked us to deliver a batch of slaves and laborers."

The guards held oil lamps and checked the "cargo" on the carts.

They changed their clothes into dirty, torn linen coats that were barely warm enough, used transfiguration to change their body shapes and appearances, and placed their weapons in Luo Fei and the wizard's rings.

Those with good acting skills can act out emotions such as fear, anger, and depression, while those who are not good at it can just lower their heads and hide the tension on their faces.

The only flaw is probably that they are not thin.

"These are all the good stuff that the Slave Knight has just captured..." Little Small said beside him.

Disgust flashed in the guard's eyes. Didn't he know where the "good stuff" came from?

If his wife and daughter didn't live in Golden City, he would also worry about the comfort of his family.

These damn slave owners...

The men who were checking the cart came back and nodded to him. The captain of the guard waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up."

Everyone's clenched fists loosened quietly, and they successfully passed the sentry post. After moving forward for a distance, they stopped in front of an open space surrounded by sheds.

"Damn it, you're still sending people here so late, don't you need to sleep?"

The sheriff of Coal Hill, wearing a coat, came out of the room cursing.

"They are the people that Lord Andrew wants..."

Little Smalls jumped out of the car and trotted over. As soon as he got close, he was slapped hard and kicked by the drunken sheriff.

Little Smoo, who was rewarded with the essence of the mountain for his outstanding performance in the Battle of Rekanel, was already a warrior. However, in order to play the role of a "lowly coachman" well, he restrained his strength, staggered and fell like a clown, and fell flat on his face.

The sheriff and the guards burst into laughter, and there was silence around the cart.

The miner slaves who were sent here naturally couldn't laugh, so it wasn't a revelation.

"Ahem...Pah!"

The sheriff spat again, but his aim was less than ideal and the spit landed at his feet.

Little Smoo got up and approached again with a flattering smile. When the sheriff frowned and raised his leg, ready to kick the ungrateful driver away again, he took out a coin bag.

The sheriff took it very naturally, shook it, and his attitude softened a lot: "You are sensible. Take your people to the mine, and you can find a shed to stay for the night when you come back."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..." Little Si Mo bowed repeatedly, turned around and put on a fierce face: "All of you follow me!"

Everyone climbed down the cart and walked towards Coal Mountain in the wind and snow with their almost frozen legs. A few guards walked lazily in front to lead the way, not worrying at all that anyone might escape.

There's an induction barrier set up around the open-air coal mountain, and it was so cold that I would have frozen to death halfway before I could even run over there.

Captain Ryan, whose body had shrunk from two meters to normal size, walked behind Little Smo and whispered, "After the riot, I'll leave him to you."

"No, the main thing is to complete the goal."

During the years he was on the streets, he had to endure even more embarrassing situations every day.

"And I think he can fight for it." "Are you sure?" Captain Ryan raised his voice.

The snow fell in torrents on his head and shoulders, melting before it could accumulate.

"We must win over all the people we can. The more people stand on our side, the fewer people will stand on the enemy's side." Little Smo looked at the dim light ahead, "In my time, many poor people were forced to dirty their hands, steal, rob, and sell their own children in order to survive..."

"Sometimes you have to go with the flow in order to survive."

"For example, before Lord Annan came, I was a gangster. It was normal for me to steal things from rich people and collect protection money..."

"You are very powerful, but your lord is even more powerful."

Captain Ryan praised sincerely. He couldn't help but think, if his country had a king like Annan Reeves...

The dim light turned into torches in front of the mine, illuminating the cold snowy night.

They slightly overestimated the vigilance of the open-pit coal mines - at the sentries and sheriffs, and even more so in front of the mines.

According to the intelligence Wilson had gathered, the miners and slaves sent to different mines would be separated and sent to different mines. The guards were lazy and sent them all to one mine.

Looks like we need to change our plans appropriately.

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"Quick victory, quick resolution." Little Smo turned around and said quickly, asking the people behind him to pass the message to the back row.

He and Captain Ryan stopped in front of the torches and watched them follow the team into the mine obediently.

Captain Ryan doesn't need to go in. His mission is to cooperate with Little Smo and protect him.

As the last free man walked into the mine, the two of them were completely left out and no one cared about them.

Without the howling wind and snow, everyone gradually warmed up and followed the guards to a spacious cave.

"Make some noise and don't look like a soldier," whispered Lieutenant Skeeter.

Then, the depressed crowd began to make stamping, smacking and sneezing sounds.

After a few minutes of commotion, a man dressed as a steward came out from the depths, leading several men armed with sticks.

"Quiet!"

The manager first shouted to calm everyone down, satisfied with their obedience: "I think you all know your situation and the rules here."

"What I want to say is, work hard. This place is not as scary as the rumors outside. You can earn enough money to support your family here. Even if you are a slave, you will have the opportunity to become a free man through work if you perform well!"

Be gentle at first and give them some fantasy.

The steward is very experienced.

But then things got less gentle, and he would single out a peon who had made a mistake and punish him to establish his authority.

He continued: "What you have to do is simple. Take your pickaxe and go in to dig. In addition, you have to realize the importance of cooperation."

The miners looked at each other.

"cooperate?"

Foreman: “That’s right.”

"Unite?"

Worker: “That’s it!”

The free people immediately showed excitement and surrounded the foreman and several guards.

"We must unite and smash their dog heads!"

Foreman: "No, that's not what I meant..."

(End of this chapter)