Chapter 342 Riot

“Is my son delicious?”

The middle-aged male slave's voice was hoarse and weird, and it sounded like he was crying and laughing.

The old man looked at him resentfully, bite the remaining teeth tightly, and roared in a low voice with the "squeaking" friction sound: It's my right. You are slaves, slaves————”

In response to this obscure provocation, the middle-aged male slave responded just to a calm look back, and then turned to the crowd next to the crowd that had just run out of the corner of the yard and was stabbed through the body of the old man Sun NV by the steel bars. He raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of the burning fire, and said with a grim smile: "If you eat my son, we will also gnaw all the bones of that NV child hahahaha, it's very fair, isn't it?"

The old man bit his lower lip tightly and stared at the other person with red and bloody eyes. After a long time, he roared wildly with tears in his face: "You despicable, dirty poor people, bastards, lackeys———"

"Just scold me!"

The middle-aged male slave suppressed the anger that could burst out at any time, stood up, and looked at the six or seven military families who were tied to the corner of the wall by the slaves with wire and were not hurt. He said coldly and fiercely: "Are you cursing, you will have more crimes. This is not only about you, but every guy who was originally high must pay the price for everything they have done. This is a revolution. The Lord has given us power and freedom, and we will take back everything that should belong to you from you-----"

"revolution"

Knowing that he would die, the old man would never have any ties. He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and said angrily: "A bunch of wastes who can't even write their own names, you, your mother, one/bi/'s life———"

"Everything you belongs to the people———"

The middle-aged male slave's expression was calm, but his voice was extremely yin: "Public trial, criticism, and it comes all the same. The torture will make you say everything. Concealment and deception will only make you and your family die even worse. How much do you take from us, and repay ten times or a hundred times. Old bastards, I won't make you live so comfortable. We will take turns to fuck your wife, nv son, and even all family members, peel off their skins and pickle them for you to truly experience what it feels like to be made into toys.

There was thick smoke floating above the Black Prison City, and countless tiny black ash were swept by the airflow, unable to control themselves and scattered aimlessly. It seemed as if groups of crows hovering above the heads of dead bodies would occasionally fall gently in a corner that was not noticeable, and would be suddenly lifted up by the sudden strong wind, rolling, and swirling quickly toward the gray haze sky.

The whole city is already a quiet street, occupied by countless slaves. They hold different types of weapons in their hands and travel in groups between high houses where military families live. Many people carry or carry huge heavy packages, and some people run wildly on the streets with huge luxurious furniture. Because there are too many things to pack, small objects such as knife, fork, tableware, cups, and cups, and cups fall from the gap from time to time, which immediately causes the slave children standing on the corner of the street to cheer and fight. For them, they may not know the actual value of these instruments, and just feel that the soft and delicate metal reflection on the surface is what arouses their real interest.

Rather than saying that the poor and crazy slaves were searching their homes, it was better to say that they were robbery.

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All the food stored in the basement and kitchen were cleaned up. The extremely hungry slaves swallowed everything that could be used as food at all costs. Bread, sausage, leftovers that had not been finished, and the cold and cold soup with white oil on the surface was poured into the vegetable pot and pool, added water and stirred. Even this kind of dough that had no taste was not tasted, and was chewed by the slaves as a delicious meal. The young military children were baked on the fire on the spot. Before they could cook, the slaves were flocked to the side, like hungry ghosts, who had already rushed up, tearing off a piece of raw, cooked, and hot, and stuffed them into their mouths for a bite.

There is always an irreconcilable contradiction between the poor and the rich———This is a truth that has existed since ancient times.

Slaves hated military families not because they were cruel and easy to kill. Indeed, some military families do evil and like to use living people as materials to satisfy their various expectations. But not everyone does this, and there is still kindness and gentleness in humans' hearts. However, they cannot represent the entire military group, and they cannot even protect themselves. The number of slaves in the Black Prison City exceeds hundreds of thousands, and they will not develop a gentle enough tolerant attitude because of the kindness that some military families once showed. On the contrary, they will only remember the contempt, humiliation, oppression, and various outrageous persecution and murder of the rich people. When they hold weapons given by higher powers, obtain legal freedom, and acquiesce to complete the redistribution of social wealth by violent means, there will be no so-called love and goodness in their minds, only the hideousness of hungry wolf, the cunning of wild fox, and the greed of gopher

People are no longer humans.

It's an unreliable beast.

On the streets, human internal organs discarded in Yin ditches can be seen everywhere. Most of the types are intestines and alveoli. Due to food shortage, there are customs for cannibalism in many parts of the wasteland world. Hundreds of military families were killed, and the bodies, hearts, kidneys and other parts were mostly moved home to the slaves to pickle and store. If they were replaced in normal times, they would never throw away any edible parts. However, the situation is completely different now----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Many slaves were holding the heads of the dead. They grabbed the hair of the dead and used a knife to carve bleeding and bones on the stiff face. Some of the skulls had been pried open, revealing the brains and were dug up, leaving only the yellow concave brain skulls with dark red blood. Some of the dead's heads were hung high on the top of their head walls, and the bodies were supported from behind by steel bars or sticks. Like specimens, it seemed that they were often seen in the advertisements of "Kentji" or "McDonald's" in the old era. They were burnt yellow and had no heads, leaving only their wings and legs, and were piled on the plate and put into strange shapes.

In addition to various property, military women and women are also the most interested in slaves and are the spoils that slaves are fighting for each other. Human beings' feelings about beauty are largely derived from their actual living environment. NV slaves with pale faces and thin skinny faces are completely in line with the "skinny" standards of the old era, but hungry male slaves really cannot have more hope for them. Only when they are fully fed and have enough physical strength, the slaves' eyes are also staring at the large-scale chest of military women and women, with round buttocks, and thick waists. In the old era, such physical characteristics have no connection with the word "beauty nv". But they symbolize a happy life of being able to eat and wear warm clothes. The small and delicate waist may become the beauty in the slave's mind in a few years. Now, the stronger the waist, the more you are, you will basically be fucked by all male slaves in turn.

Robbery, force, murder, and corpse abuse are full of sins, under the banner of the "People's Revolution" and are rich and new and legal identities. Everything has become justice. Slaves with red ribbons tied to their left arm can be seen everywhere. Everyone is screaming with all their strength, and everyone's face shows an expression of excitement and excitement. On the streets and alleys, there are green men holding sticks and white badges on their chests. They escort teams of military families tied by ropes and slowly moving towards the palace.

At that time, a fat man was pulled out of the team, cut his throat, bleed, and broke his stomach in the street. Someone with a very stunning nv was caught and his hair was dragged to the side of the road. The slaves with coveted faces rushed forward, bursts of laughter burst out, drowned out with shrill screams of despair. When everything returned to peace and looked at the satisfaction of the crowd gradually dissipated. In the dark corners at the corners of the streets, there was only a body full of red/luo, with countless viscous liquid on the surface, abdomen raised high, and legs torn high into a terrible "v", and their eyes stared at the stiff nv corpse in the sky.

At the intersection of the street, armored trucks were parked.

The commanding heights in the city are equipped with machine guns.

In front of the palace, metal triangular piles and barbed wire mesh are tied to each other. Behind, there are terrifying figures of double rotating machine guns in the middle of the wall made of sandbags. Next to them, there are fully armed soldiers of Longteng. They are watching the riot called "justice" coldly, and no one speaks. They are wary of the possible counterattacks and large-scale casualties between the military groups, while also paying close attention to the trends of the slaves.

A gun can not only point to the enemy or friends, but also transform into an opponent.

Administrative officials urgently dispatched from Yinyue City have arrived. With amazing efficiency, they established a stepped management committee in the Black Prison City that was exactly the same as Longtengling. The hierarchical management agencies from the districts, streets, and alleys quickly began to operate. The political sense is the most sensitive, the quickest mind responds, and the first batch of slave loyalists, becoming staff at all levels of the management committee. The investigation team, the asset inventory team, and the Revolutionary Guard team used red ribbons as their identity marks. The slave group immediately separated the initial and vague conceptualized officials and civilians.

Not all military families were killed, a considerable number of them were quarantined and interrogated by slaves. Rebellion organizations, hidden property, and crimes involved, as Lin Xiang said: "No matter whether they are really guilty or not, if they want to get the unreserved absolute support of slaves, they must first have an undying opponent. If the Imperial military group does not meet this standard, then dig out more of what we need from the living people and create a crime that is enough to burn all slaves to revenge.

Whether guilty or not, all military families are criminals. Being rich is a crime, not about justice or morality. Even the great philanthropist in the minds of poor people, as long as they belong to this class, they are the targets of criticism, trial, and murder.

Gold and silver precious metals, machinery, and heavy industrial products were shipped out of the homes of military families, concentrated at various street intersections, loaded on trucks, escorted by Longteng soldiers, and transported into the palace.

Revolutions must allow slaves to gain real benefits. However, they cannot give them too much at once. Throw a bone to a hungry dog, and it will cry, shake your tail, and fight to get another bone under your command. But as long as it really tastes the taste, even if it is only a silk or a small piece of thumb, it will no longer have any interest in the bone.

A dog that is used to eating will not spend any effort to chew dry and savory bones. If you never get a generous reward from your hands, your sharp white teeth will soon bite you hard.

They are born with low profile. They need to be beaten, scolded, and at the right time, they must be killed as a deterrent. Only when they feel the threat of death will they truly recognize you as their master.

The first batch of reserve troops selected from slaves had a total of 20,000 people. All of them were tall, middle-aged and young men. They had already entered the barracks of the Imperial Army to start training. The nutritious food could provide abundant physical strength. In addition, the imperial capital's ordnance warehouse was stocked with a large number of individual weapons. It would not take long for everyone to go to the front line or enter other cities, flooding the entire empire like water.

The second and third batches of reserve soldiers are being selected. According to Lin Xiang's order, the middle-aged slaves in the Black Prison City must be organized into at least 5 to 7 infantry divisions of 20,000 people. Based on the strengthening agent reserved by the imperial capital, all reserve soldiers will undergo transformation, and the death rate of soldiers after the betting is about 50%. Despite this, the slave soldiers who actually entered the battle and survived in the end are expected to not exceed 30,000. Only these have experienced the test of war and obtained slaves from high-level citizens by relying on military merits can truly be recognized and become part of Lin Xiang's core group for blood transformation.

There was blood everywhere on the streets.

On the walls, large pieces of blackened stains were applied. The dry, hard and raised block particles on the surface were obviously various tissues and organs that had been crushed on humans.

The hideous slaves waved their whips and sticks, and beat the military families who were staggering in the queue. They never felt as excited and happy as they are now. The feeling of being a master of the family is better than anything else. They turned over overnight, as if they were dreaming, but it actually happened to themselves.

"I just eat your bones, wear your clothes, and fuck your NV people. Move all your things back home. Remember, I am a revolutionary, this is a revolution———"

A slave investigation team member who was walking out of the corner of the street and lifting up the jeans soaked in jing fluid, kicked a fiercely-hard old man in the team with his hands tied up in the back, grinning and cursing wildly.

This rude and barbaric behavior caused bursts of laughter among the onlookers.

The old man turned around, raised his blood-stained head with difficulty, stared at the male slave standing behind him fiercely and coldly, gritting his teeth and saying ruthlessly: "You damn bastards are waiting! My son will come back, and the Imperial Legion will fight back one day. At that time, you will definitely pay a hundred times, a thousand times the price—————”

The faint sunlight shone a long and longer black shadow on the ground, covering every human being moving inside the palace wall.

Liu Yuchen sat on the sofa, holding half a cup of leftover red wine in his hand, slowly shaking. The eyes that came out from deep in his black eyes gradually raised, crossed the desk, and silently stared at Lin Xiang standing in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window.

He felt that he was becoming increasingly unable to see through this man.

That face was as handsome and smooth as ever. The smile was still no different from the first time we met.

Since his voice is as gentle as water, it is full of the unique magnetism and charm of men.

He became stronger than before, enough to be admired.

He has more and more wealth, which is enviable.

But I don't know why, but I feel it's getting stranger

"Did you feel very disappointed? I am not the image you imagined."

Without looking back, Lin Xiang still focused his attention at the flames and smoke in the distance.

Liu Yuchen did not answer and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. At this time, silent admitted it.
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