Chapter 341 Revenge

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It was quiet, no one answered, and only he could hear heavy breathing from all directions.

"slave......"

The officer shook his head lightly, his expression as cold as ever. He slowly walked to the side and hugged the baby boy, trembling all over, stretched out his hand, gently stroked the baby's smooth and tender face, and said with a smile: "It is indeed impossible for slaves to demand the same rights as civilians. Since that's the case, from now on, you will all become slaves."

"You, you're crazy"

The old man's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "I, I am a military family, a military family recognized by His Majesty the Emperor. My son is the Second Corps of the Empire..."

"The lieutenant of the Second Imperial Army"

The officer interrupted him without hesitation and laughed sarcastically: "You obviously have some clarification. The emperor is dead, and the person who gave orders in the palace is no longer the timid idiot of the past. As for you... although there is no actual aristocratic title, it occupies everything that only the nobles are qualified to enjoy. Now, they should be handed over and returned to their original masters."

"Leave it to the original owner?"

The old man murmured, his eyes beginning to become blurred.

He really didn't understand what the officer said meant?

He had no fondness for these foreign troops in the imperial capital that suddenly appeared. These people looked cold as ice, hard as sculptures made of stones. From the initial purge of imperial officials until now, many familiar people were arrested in torture stations. The armed trucks with machine guns at the top traveled back and forth between the palace and various streets day and night. Scattered gunshots could be heard in the city at any time, and wooden poles erected from the left and right ends of the palace gate led to the outside of the city. As the whole city was full of the city.

With military control, no one can go out, so naturally it is impossible to know where the wooden poles with corpses were laid? However, as the doors of the surrounding neighbors were constantly smashed open, military families who were originally from the middle class of the empire were escorted to the car. It is easy to calculate how many people were caught in this battle. They may not have been killed, but no one could tell when they would die. No one understood what the new owner of the palace was thinking.

He seemed to have no consideration of the consequences in his work, and never cared about the nearly 100,000 soldiers of the former Empire who fought outside. They were barbaric, crazy, violent, cruel... but very effective. At least, every military family in the imperial capital now classifies him as the legendary murderous and violent demon god. He probably doesn't value any civilians at all, he simply needs a dead city tomb full of bones. If all of us were killed, the happiest thing... maybe, they would be those poor slaves who were crowded in slums and couldn't even eat?

Wait...slave?

Suddenly, a light suddenly flashed in the old man's turbid eyes. He suddenly remembered that among those arrested, except for the friends he knew, the rest seemed to be military families.

It is not difficult to judge slaves and military families from their appearance.

The former is very dark. Due to lack of water, the skin is always covered with a thick layer of dirt. The clothes are torn, and most people are barefoot. The long-term malnutrition makes them look older than their actual age. No matter in front of anyone, they are always humble and humble images of being timid and curled up.

Most military families wore gray-green cotton uniforms. This kind of free clothing that was uniformly equipped with the imperial system, even the models of six-year-old children were sewn. In addition to these, there are many details for reference. In short, the difference between slaves and military families is very big, and you can see it at a glance. The problem is... there was no sign of a slave among the crowds who were caught in the trucks.

Although I am old, the old man will never make mistakes in this issue.

Thinking of this, I looked at the human skin and cured meat that were pulled out of the basement by the soldiers and piled up in the yard. The old man suddenly felt a very bad feeling in his heart.

At this moment, a rough sound of tires crushing the gravel on the ground suddenly came from outside the door. Braking, turning off the engine, and many people jumped out of the car... A few minutes later, a group of new intruders walked in from the exploded door and stood in front of the old man.

There are many people.

Except for the two soldiers who led the team, the rest... were all ragged slaves.

Compared with the burly and strong Longteng Leg soldiers, they looked particularly short and thin. As the old man thought before, none of them wore shoes. This kind of thing, which belongs to one of the normal clothes of human beings, is too luxurious for them. Everyone has a thick layer of calluses, and even when they step on sharp glass fragments, they cannot cause any scratches. The weather has become cold, and many people are only wearing a thin piece of ragged cloth, and some people don't even wear it. They seem to be accustomed to this simple and crude outfit that cannot even meet the most basic standards for covering shame.

However, all slaves held different wooden sticks sharpened at the top of their martial arts, as thick as a g-screw, threaded steel bars everywhere in the ruins, and knives made of scrap iron sheets... Maybe they felt that their armed level was not enough, and some people had bent down to pick up the glass fragments scattered on the ground and pinched them in their hands.

Everyone's eyes were burning with flames, their lips were pursed tightly, and their cheeks were straightened by muscles showing that the teeth inside the outlet were tightly bitten together. The long-term hunger made their eye sockets deep, highlighting the overly wide skull. Now, pairs of eyes projected a faint cold light that was wandering like a dark dark night, even more eager and crazier than a rotten wolf. They were like sharp knives, like leeches that bit their skin without any slightest, wandering around all the military families pointed at by the gun. They were staring red, and their eyes were about to bleed.

"No, you can't do this"

Looking at the guests who broke into his home, the old man seemed to understand something. His face suddenly changed. He struggled to stand up from the ground, shook his head in fear, and rolled and crawled towards the officer standing next to him. Before he could approach, he was driven by the two soldiers waiting nearby, wielding the butt stock and smashing his jaw hard, beating the whole person upside down.

The sudden change caused the military subordinates surrounded in the center of the yard to burst into motion. Many people looked angry and wanted to rush out to support the elderly, but they stretched out from around and pointed at the assault rifle on their foreheads or chests, and immediately let them understand that at this time, it is the wisest choice to shut up and keep quiet.

A middle-aged male slave standing in the middle of the crowd, strode forward. His head was shaved very short, his cheekbones were very large, and his waist was surrounded by a ragged piece of cloth, and he could no longer tell the original color of the dirty cloth. His naked body was skinny, showing ribs raised from under the dark brown skin. He held a wide-blade kitchen knife tied with a wrap in his right hand, clenched into a fist with his left hand, and a red coarse cloth ribbon tied to a distinction at the end of his arm.

The officer took a few steps forward, reached out his hand, and smiled and said, "According to the order of the Lord, everything here will be handed over immediately, and you will be fully responsible."

The middle-aged male slave with an excited expression held the other person's hand tightly, his body trembled violently, his lips twitched for a long time before two hoarse and grateful syllables appeared: "...thank you!"

"You, how dare you do this?"

Suddenly, the old man lying on the ground suddenly rose up, his head full of white heads like a ghost, spread his arms and rushed towards him like an angry hungry lion. Before he could get close, a tall slave rushed out from beside him and smashed his knees hard. Suddenly, his screams mixed with the sound of the broken bones splitting, and he lost his balance and leaned forward, falling down again.

The old man's face was covered with blood, and thick blood beads were densely covered with silver-white silk. He opened his mouth, and under his tattered lips, there were only a few scattered and half-falling teeth. He stared at the middle-aged male slave in a horror, as if he wanted to say something, but he shut up very strangely, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched inexplicably. He seemed to be in fear, and seemed to be hating something.

The officer turned a blind eye to the old man's strange behavior. He raised his right hand, raised his slender middle fingers, and pointed forward slightly with his fingers. The Longteng leader soldiers waiting in the house and the yard immediately retracted their guns, and walked around the military prisoners standing in the yard and walked out of the ragged door.

"Don't leave. You guys can't leave"

Seeing this, the old man screamed as if he was crazy, and didn't know where he got the strength. He suddenly rushed forward and hugged the officer's right foot that was about to be raised, hugged it tightly in his arms, and howled vaguely: I want to hand us over to them. We are willing to follow you, I, I want to meet His Majesty the New Emperor, I am willing to be loyal."

The officer struggled and failed to pull out his legs from the old man's arms. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his face slowly showed an unsatisfied expression. The middle-aged male slave standing opposite nodded understandingly, separated the crowd, and strode to the terrified old man. He kicked his jaw hard. Before the scattered blood fell to the ground, he raised the wide-blade kitchen knife in his hand, swung it down directly, and cut off the old man's left hand with his wrist.

Suddenly, a fountain of blood spurted out from the fracture, and a shrill howling echoed in the courtyard for a long time.

The officer still frowned, looked at the old man who hugged his broken arms in disgust, rolling back and forth on the ground in pain, screaming. He bent down and flicked his fingers to the little blood that was stained on the surface of the military boots. He stood up and signaled to the middle-aged male slave whose face was filled with excitement and flushing, "This is the one that you can leave to deal with. These people can be handled at will, and the house search and search operations are completely responsible. Remember this is the trust of the Lord."

With a serious and respectful expression, the middle-aged male slave nodded heavily.

The moment the officer disappeared from the gate of the yard, nearly a hundred slaves surrounded by the door rushed into the yard like black tides. Their faces were full of madness and devilish anger, and they grabbed the military servants standing in the yard, pressed them on the ground or the wall, and in the simplest and most direct way, they exuded the flames of revenge accumulated in their chests.

Several slaves pressed a middle-aged man to the ground, and stripped all his clothes with quick and careless movements. He cut his belly with a sharp knife, grabbed the slippery intestines directly from the bottom of the stomach bag, pulled it out of his body like a kite, and pulled it across the ground, firmly tied the broken end to the branches of a walnut tree in the yard. The slaves let go of their hands, and their attention was then diverted to how to allocate those clothes, leaving only the cracked belly, but did not die on the spot, and got up from the ground, picking up the dragged intestines and stuffing them back into their abdomen. While standing under the walnut tree, jumping wildly like a monkey, desperately reaching out to reach their internal organs from the top of the branches.

A woman was dragged upside down and pressed against the middle of the grass. Five or six male slaves surrounded her and burst into tears of excitement or anger. The biggest guy hugged her stripped legs from behind, aimed her thick ēngzi device at her and poked her hard. The other grabbed her long, picked up her head, and smashed her lips with an iron hammer. In a scream that was so shrill that it was not as loud as a human voice, the two rows of teeth were broken. It was sure that there was no obstacle in the woman's mouth. The male slave threw down the hammer in his hand and pressed her dirty and black crotch against her face. While shaking back and forth, he laughed wildly: "Stink bitch, give me a good job. If you don't have teeth, I'll see how you bite me?"

The only girl among the military ranks was surrounded by a group of slaves to the corner of the yard. The crazy roar became louder and louder. Through the gaps in the crowd, you could see that the girl had been stripped naked, and the cold wind made her tremble. She was crying and begging, but the onlookers were indifferent at all, but drooling, looking at this tender body greedily with eyes that were dealing with the lamb to be slaughtered.

A slave with a grim face walked forward with a steel bar in his hand. He grabbed the girl's head with his left hand and pressed it backwards. He held the steel bar tip with his right hand, aiming it at the middle of the girl's legs. The girl's eyes immediately stared, and dense bloodshots occupied the entire eye socket. Although she could not see the slave's movements, she could clearly feel a sharp, hard stick-like hard object was drilling through her door, piercing through the intestines, piercing the liver, and sequentially, entering the stomach, lungs, and esophagus... Finally, at the normal visual angle that the eyes could capture, it rose high from the center of her wide open lips, and under the dark and bleak skylight, a layer of sticky and smooth dark red.

The yard was mixed. The slaves seemed to have fresh and flesh ants, traveling wildly in every room and every corner of the yard.

The elegant and beautiful mahogany wardrobe was moved out of the building, and there were soft and wide sand, exquisite coffee tables, and various luxurious furniture of different styles. Several slaves scrambled to fill the soft cotton and velvet quilts. The clothes in the closet were already worn by them, and the embroidered tablecloth with beautiful patterns was tied into a bag. Judging from the bulging ridges on the outside, there should be objects such as teacups, dining plates, dishes, dishes, knives and forks inside.

The doors of the warehouse and basement were completely open, bags of burlap-packed flour and rice were carried outside, and nothing in the kitchen was left, including condiments such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and all the bread piled up on wooden racks were cleared out. While swallowing the sea and chewing, the hungry people searched for various property in an ordinary craze. Several people stood outside the house and quarreled fiercely, which sounded like a matter of how to allocate the thick and beautiful carpet in the house. In the end, they divided the whole carpet into hundreds, and each person could only get a piece of fragment that could not cover his body, but it was the most perfect, fair, and most talkative distribution method.

The broken mouth of the old man's wrist had stopped the blood. He used the easiest method to grab the dry dust on the ground, cover it directly on the surface of the wound, and then wrap it tightly with the corners of the clothes. Although this method is easily infected by bacteria, it is the most effective way to save your life compared to death due to excessive bleeding.

He kept staring at the middle-aged male slave standing in front of him with fear and hatred.

He knows this man.

A few months ago, the old man bought two slave babies who were only about half a year old from the slave market. At that time, the man was locked in a thick wooden cage next to him. He had been begging himself not to do that, and had been kneeling in the wooden cage and kowtowing desperately, hoping that he would let his twins go. For this reason, the slave trader was angry and directly sold his body with red-burned iron tongs, leaving a burnt black mark on his shoulder.

The pair of Nuying was very delicious. After washing and peeling it, add enough green onion and ginger, put it in cheese and butter, and steam it in a pot. The old man clearly remembered that everyone in the family was very satisfied with the dinner that day. The half-year-old baby was tender and easy to digest, and even his seven-year-old granddaughter ate it with relish. If it weren't for her own stopping, she even wanted to put away the skull after the Nuying brain was hollowed out to make a toy.

Retribution... actually came so quickly.

Without begging for mercy, the possibility of easing will never be eliminated.

He coldly ignored the middle-aged male slave, and the other party also looked at him with the same unforgettable hatred.

The blood-stained broad-blade kitchen knife was kept in his hand, but it did not fall again.

It can be seen that this man really wants to kill himself. But he did not do so.
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