Iron Age

The death of a person in the slave team is as common as eating and shitting. Even if the dead person was in a storm and the body of Nuba 5914 was carried out and thrown away in the early morning of the next day, the guards did not talk nonsense. The slaves fought with each other. No matter, anyway, many stronger prisoners of war slaves are transported from various places every day, and the price is unimaginably low.

"If you die, die. Anyway, there are plenty of people. If you fight, fight. Use up some energy, so you don't have to think about running away."

The guards thought so.

When queuing up for lunch in the morning, Liu Ziguang stared at bloodshot eyes, looking for a few followers of 5914 in the line, those guys were flatterers and flatterers, they had no real skills.In the past, he followed 5914 and bullied Liu Ziguang many times.Thinking of them, Liu Ziguang gritted his teeth with hatred.

A few guys squatted in the corner holding pancakes, and suddenly realized that the bloodthirsty devil had stood in front of them at some point last night, and one of them boldly asked, "9527, what do you want to do?"

Liu Ziguang stretched out his hand: "Bring it!" He was referring to the breakfast in the hand of the slave - a piece of sorghum pancake.

In the slave team, food is the most valuable and worth fighting for. If you don’t have enough to eat, you can’t work hard, and you will be beaten by supervisors and guards. If you are injured, you will have no strength and no food , If this vicious circle continues, you will soon lose your life.Therefore, the slaves would rather be beaten than keep their food.

One of the more courageous guys shrank back and shouted at Liu Ziguang: "9527, don't think that we will be afraid of you if you kill 5914. If you want pancakes, you will kill us. Killed them all."

Liu Ziguang was still immersed in the mania after the murder. Hearing such a clamoring answer, he couldn't help becoming mad. He grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him from the ground, stuck his neck and hit the brick wall next to him. go.

"Bang, bang", there was a dull impact, accompanied by screams, and a few mottled bloodstains were splashed on the brick wall. The remaining two people looked at each other, touched the ceramic bowl for drinking porridge from the table, Hitting Liu Ziguang from behind, the pottery bowl was not as suitable as a weapon like the beer bottles of later generations, but it was broken into pieces on Liu Ziguang's head, which did not cause much damage, but it angered Liu Ziguang even more.

He left the man who had been knocked unconscious, and looked back at the two guys who attacked him coldly. Seeing that Liu Ziguang's eyes had almost turned red, revealing the coldness and fury of a demon, they were even more frightened. After slipping away, he was thrown on his back by two ferocious side kicks by Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang used his rough and hard fists from long-term mining to make intimate contact with the faces of the two people in turn.Liu Ziguang didn't pick up the three half-eaten sorghum pancakes on the ground until he was tired from beating them, and wandered away.

The onlookers in the dining hall let out a wild holler and whistle, applauding the new slave.

Since then, Liu Ziguang seems to have entered the ranks of slaves, and there are a few servants around him, but he never deliberately bullies others, and sometimes he helps weak slaves. This may be due to his own spirit of fairness and justice. His deeds aroused the support of many slaves. After all, prisoners of war were not vicious criminals, and chivalrous spirit could be enjoyed by any group in any era.

For the time being, the other slaves lived in peace with Liu Ziguang and did not provoke each other, but occasionally looked at each other coldly, like two roosters preparing to fight.

It's just that I had a few dirty times with the Roman mercenary Anthony, but the two sides were still restrained and there were no major conflicts.

Even Nuba, in the eyes of the guards, is still as humble as a dog, and cannot enjoy the preferential treatment of not working.Gradually, the slaves found that the whips on them were still vicious, but the random killings were basically eliminated. According to a well-informed slave, after hearing the guards' comments, the surrounding scuffles had ended, and there would be no more incidents in the future. There are new prisoner-of-war slaves, and the above ordered that slaves should not be executed at will, because sufficient labor is needed to mine ore.

Liu Ziguang's team was assigned to excavate the ore below the surface. Enter the mine and walk down the stepped mine. The depth of the mine is 30 meters. There are air holes in the lamp hole. The slaves used iron axes and iron awls to chisel the hard stone wall at the bottom of the cave. They chiseled out the ore and carried it up by manpower. , Tired, quickly engulfed the physical strength of the slaves, and every once in a while, a group of people had to be changed to go down the well to dig.

Liu Ziguang's group had just started their shift. He climbed up the wooden scaffolding, took off his wicker protective cap, and greedily breathed in the fresh air outside. It was as if a huge train passed by, and the ground trembled for a moment. Looking around, the slaves and guards were thrown to the ground, looking flustered. Looking at the entrance of the mine shaft that had just climbed out, it was already a flat land.The expressions of the slaves changed from panic to fear, the fear of being almost buried alive.

earthquake.

There are a hundred slaves in the mine!

The guards were at a loss. These rough men who could only brandish whips were already dumbfounded in the face of such a situation they had never experienced before.

"Hurry up and save people!" Liu Ziguang was the first to wake up from the shock.

Earthquakes, landslides, mine disasters.

Although the prisoners of war have become slaves, they still have their families and the hope of living. Everyone is looking forward to the day when they can go home and be reunited. They come from different camps. They used to be life-and-death enemies on the battlefield. Eating in a big pot, fighting for food, fighting and fighting on weekdays, there is no feeling of friendship.

"It's good if 100 people die, maybe I can eat more for dinner." Some people think.

"Wang Laowu, who often bullies me, was buried alive. It's an eye-opener." Some people thought.

"It's all flat, and I still need to save a bird." A person said coldly.

Seeing that everyone hesitated, Liu Ziguang became anxious. The value of life was obviously more important in his mind. Although he had no relationship with more than 100 people in the well, and even his opponent Anthony, he just couldn't tolerate hundreds of people being killed. Buried alive in front of himself, but without any help.

"It's not buried, but there is still rescue! Dig!" Liu Ziguang roared, grabbed a shovel and rushed up. The slaves who usually hang out with him saw their boss go up, so they had to grab tools and baskets too. , rushed to save people.When other slaves saw someone taking the lead, they also followed. The Mongolian centurion Zhamu and several Mongolians gathered around looked at the boss's eyes and stood still. Zhamuhe's small eyes were fixed on the back of Liu Ziguang who was digging a mine. After watching for a while, he signaled his subordinates to follow up to help.

Shoveling with shovels, digging by hand, lifting by people, transporting up the soil and stones buried in the mine, everyone digging for a while, the ground began to shake again, the slaves dropped their tools, scattered again, and ran to Lie down or squat in the open space, aftershocks came.

"It's an aftershock, don't be afraid, there won't be such a big commotion again." Liu Ziguang anxiously comforted everyone, but they still didn't dare to go forward, saying they were afraid of being buried alive.

"Damn you bastards, do you still have a conscience? If you were buried in it, what would you think? Who wouldn't want to go home alive to meet their parents, marry a wife, raise cattle and farm land! If you don't rescue them today They, no one else will save you tomorrow!" Liu Ziguang became impatient and cursed viciously.

Many people were moved. My hometown, parents, wives and children were all hot on the bed. Everything that was far away suddenly became so close. If you want to go back, you have to live first!Who doesn't have parents, who doesn't have a home!Everyone picked up their tools and silently stepped forward to continue digging.

"Five people at a time, too many people will trample the soil!" Liu Ziguang commanded the slaves, and the guards were happy that the slaves rescued spontaneously, and they didn't care if they watched from a distance.

Everyone had a backbone, and Liu Ziguang's command made the slaves' actions gradually become orderly, digging, transporting soil, and strengthening the cave walls. Hundreds of slaves outside the cave quickly excavated the mine buried by the earthquake.

The hole slowly returned to its original state.

Liu Ziguang took the lead in digging the soil in the hole, and with a shovel down, the full shovel was poured into the basket, and then the people above pulled the soil up with a rope. I was faster and shoveled more soil. Turning my head, it turned out to be a stocky Zamuhe, with sweat streaming down two Mongolian braids, and the well-developed and almost deformed muscles were covered with dust.

The two of them looked at each other and did not speak, but they both speeded up the speed of shoveling the soil secretly.

Seeing the shovels of the two bosses playing like hot wheels, the others also speeded up, as if they were in a hole-digging competition.

"These bastards, have you got your blood pumped? They don't want to work hard on weekdays, but they did it quickly today. It's amazing." The guard who was ordered to supervise the rescue was surprised by the scene in front of him.

Several aftershocks occurred one after another, and the violent vibrations compacted the soil in the cave.Fortunately, the walls of the cave have been reinforced, otherwise another group of people would be buried in it, and gradually some people began to give up hope.

"It's been so long, it's been several hours. Don't say suffocate to death, I'm scared to death." A slave carrying a basket was exhausted and sat down on the ground, not wanting to move anymore.

"Boss Liu, the vent here is blocked." Another bad news came.

"It's over, this group of people must be dead." Another guy who was exhausted collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.Even though Liu Ziguang kicked and beat him, he didn't move anymore.

Frustration was contagious like a plague, and the exhausted slaves lay down on the ground in disarray.

"Brother, it may be really hopeless. It has been several hours. We living people have tried our best, and we are worthy of the guys inside." Zha Muhe pressed Liu Ziguang's shoulder and said, this was the first time he talked to Liu Ziguang .

"Fart! They're still alive! I must rescue them!" Disappointment mixed with rage hit Liu Ziguang's emotions. Reason told him that everyone inside was dead, but when he thought of a hundred lives, he still couldn't accept this reality. .Seeing that the crowd no longer listened.Liu Ziguang went down to the bottom of the pit by himself and dug desperately. He couldn't carry the soil by himself, so he dug a narrow passage first.

In the deep mine, a lonely figure is dancing with a shovel. The people outside slowly form a circle at the mouth of the mine, silently watching Liu Ziguang's stubborn work alone, everyone's eyes are very complicated.

Suddenly, Liu Ziguang dropped the shovel, lay down on the ground and listened with one ear, "There is a sound! They are still alive." He shouted in surprise.

Sure enough, rhythmic knocking sounds came from below the mine shaft.

The people on the mine hurriedly climbed down to help Liu Ziguang dig. There were so many people and great strength, they soon dug through the space where the buried slaves were. A hole the size of a bowl appeared in front of everyone, and a dirty hand full of scars Stretch out from inside, and tightly hold Liu Ziguang's hand!

The first one to be rescued was the Roman Antony, who had good physical strength, and gave Liu Ziguang a fierce hug as soon as he showed his head, "Thank God Almighty, I thought we would definitely not survive!"

There was cheering in the mine, and hundreds of slaves were so excited that they threw up the bamboo baskets in their hands, and the deafening cries resounded through the sky.

To prevent the sun from blinding the eyes.The slaves were carried out one after another, blindfolded with black cloth. Some died, and many were highly dehydrated and comatose, but more survived. Everyone who was carried out soberly was grateful and wept. .

Although the mine was deep, the bottom was a horizontal shaft. The hard stone walls protected the people and did not bury them alive. The ventilation pipe made of iron pipes was still unobstructed. Anthony and the black Duncan were at the bottom of the pit. They organized the workers to dig mines with their hands. The tools were desperately digging, hoping to escape, but the oxygen gradually became thinner, and people died and passed out constantly. The dark, narrow space can drive people crazy, and they dare not expect how hard the people outside will work. To save himself, he had no choice but to keep digging out with a strong desire to survive.

With the passage of time, even the most optimistic Anthony lost his faith. If Liu Ziguang hadn't happened to be in the same direction as their digging, they might not have been able to persist anymore.

Every rescued person who passed by Liu Ziguang's side cast grateful eyes on him.

After the earthquake, the mine temporarily stopped working, and in the early morning of the next day, in the slave canteen.When Liu Ziguang walked in with the pottery bowl, he was surprised to find a crowd of people standing in several rows facing the gate, as if they were waiting for someone to come.

Seeing him coming in, all the staff automatically lined up in two lines to form a passage leading to the dining window. They tapped the pottery bowls in their hands rhythmically with chopsticks and paid attention to Liu Ziguang.

Liu Ziguang walked along the passage of the human wall, as if reviewing a general with thousands of horses and horses. The crowd uttered a low harmony: "952795279527", and the atmosphere was very solemn for a while.