Human Shackles

After a while, all the prisoners were branded with numbers, and the guards raised their whips to drive the prisoners back into the long queue. Some of the unconscious ones were directly doused with cold sea water to wake them up.

The team passed through the huge iron gate of the prison, and the outside environment came into view. In front of them was a desolate hilltop. On the top of the hill was a black mass of human heads. It turned out to be countless workers mining ore, and there were racks of single-person small pushers. The car shuttled on the winding mountain path at the top of the mountain, and the ore was pulled back down the mountain like ants moving.

There is a large camp at the bottom of the mountain. The towering chimneys spit out black smoke and white steam lingers above the camp. There is a small stream next to the camp, with dark water flowing quietly.

The jailer shouted loudly and rushed the prisoners to the camp. Luo Kai looked at the open-pit mine in front of him in shock. He was a little dazed for a moment. A black leather whip was whipped towards him. The burning pain made him feel... With a scream, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up again and followed the team. There were many whip marks on his back today, but compared to the pain Shuisou suffered when he forged his bones, these whip marks were nothing.

The entire mine is surrounded by a four- to five-meter-high iron mesh fence. A stone sentry tower stands at regular intervals on the fence. Several guards with live ammunition stare indifferently down from the sentry tower.

The prisoners were driven into the camp one by one, and a strong stench assaulted their nostrils. There was a row of crosses standing on a square in the camp. Several prisoners with withered faces were tied to the crosses. The hot sunshine had already burned their skin. It was chapped by the sun, and I could vaguely see maggots crawling on the chapped wounds...

In front of the cross stood a wooden sign with a few blood-red characters on it: "This is the fate of those who run away."

The new prisoners immediately became silent and silently accepted the assignments from the jailers and were arranged into dilapidated dormitories.

Luo Kai and four other death row inmates were also pushed into a dormitory built of gravel and wood. The dormitory was actually a simple shack, with dazzling sunlight shining through the gaps on the top. Ten people were lying in various directions in the shed. There were several prisoners of different skin colors, including whites, blacks, and more yellow-skinned people. All of them were sallow and skinny, and their clothes were exposed. The pungent foot odor mixed with body odor formed an odor that made people want to vomit.

The sound of conversation between the Scarface jailer and another man could be heard outside the shack.

"Third brother, aren't you still worried about this being given to me? I have a tiger lying down here, and a dragon coiling up for me!"

"These guys are not simple. If something goes wrong, they will be in trouble. After finishing their work, they should be sent back to the safe point of the cell."

Another person's voice was a bit disdainful: "Third brother, when did you become so timid? We brothers have never seen anyone, even the big shots in the county and town have been killed!"

The scar-faced jailer immediately became angry: "Damn it, I'm doing it for your own good. I'll find someone to pick them up every day. You should be careful at other times!"

"Well, I will find someone to take good care of them. Third brother, you haven't been here for a long time. Come on, I just got a few barrels of good sugar cane wine...

As the sound gradually faded away, the shack began to become lively. A white man led a few skinny prisoners over and looked at the five newcomers unscrupulously. When his eyes glanced at the giant man with four arms, it was obvious There was a flash of fear. Among the remaining four people, the black man was obviously not easy to mess with. The two skinny boys were also difficult to talk to. Only the white-haired old man seemed to be easy to bully, so he asked loudly: "Old man, what's your name? You're guilty." What's going on?"

The old man squinted his eyes and chuckled: "The old man's surname is Li, and his last name is Gui. Brothers, just call me Lao Litou. As for what I committed, don't tell me!"

"Hey, you old fool, are you looking for a beating?" A prisoner next to him said loudly and raised his palms.

However, the white prisoner stretched out his hand to stop him and said in a deep voice: "You guys are the ones Han Lao San was talking about just now. I don't care how powerful you were before. I am the boss in this dormitory. Do you have any objections?" After saying this, he was alert. looked at the four-armed giant.

"Of course the old man has no objection. As for the others, I don't know." Li Gui said with a smile.

The white prisoner looked at the other four, but the others were in a daze, sleeping, and obviously ignored his interest. He wanted to say some harsh words, but he had some scruples in his heart. The other prisoners were also human beings, so the scene was quiet for a while. down.

Then the white-haired old man Li Gui broke the silence: "Okay, big brother, didn't you listen to what Han Lao San said, we don't live here, we will be sent to the cell after we finish our work."

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This is an open-pit iron mine. As many as a thousand prisoners work here. They use hammers and iron drills to strip the ore from the mountain, and then smash the huge ore into small pieces. They use backpacks to carry it little by little to the winding mountain trail. , use small carts to transport the ore down the mountain,

There are four or five strange and bloated large trucks parked in the square where the ore is stored at the foot of the mountain. There is a boiler standing on the side of the front of the truck. The entire boiler accounts for more than half of the front of the truck. The black soot and white water vapor on the front of the truck complement each other. , the roar of the engine was deafening, it was a steam-powered truck.

Luo Kai received the tools for today's work at the foot of the mountain and looked for a huge hammer in Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. The heavy hammer bent his waist. Although there was more food during this period, it was It was far from making up for the lack of body. He felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He just moved forward slowly with his tenacious willpower.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally arrived at the work site. There were many huge black ores piled on the ground. His job was to break the stones into pieces. The prisoner on the side picked up an iron drill and signaled him to start working.

Maybe the physical skills he practiced were indeed effective, or maybe the body's recovery power was too strong. Luo Kai gasped for breath for a while, and finally found the strength to lift the hammer again, with a crisp sound. The hammer hit the iron drill hard, and the supervisor on the side slowly lowered his long whip that had been raised.

Under the scorching sun, Luo Kai began to sweat profusely after a while. The wounds on his back were stained with sweat and sent bursts of burning stinging, making his figure even more uneven. He didn't know how he persisted until the end. He was numb. After eating the unknown food, he was driven back to the cell by the jailer.

Luo Kai dreamed again. In the dream, there was a charming face with a bit of playfulness. That was his wife. It seemed like he had returned to his first love. The two were walking on campus, passing notes in the classroom, and walking on the beach. Have fun...

Luo Kai opened his eyes blankly in the darkness. The faint moonlight shining through the iron window and the bursts of tingling pain coming from various parts of his body made him distinguish between reality and dreams. He recalled his wife's face in the dream, but for some reason, The harder I tried to recall, the blurrier the figure became, and heart-burning regret filled my heart.

He punched the wound with 9527 on his chest hard, and the scabbed wound burst open again. The physical pain slightly relieved the mental pain.