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    Chapter 341: Hatred

    This section was coded secretly while hiding from my wife.  It's very bloody, and those with poor mental endurance are best not to watch it.

    There was silence, no one answered, only heavy breathing could be heard from all directions.

    "Slave"

    The officer shook his head lightly, his expression as cold as ever.  He slowly walked to the trembling woman holding the baby boy next to him, stretched out his hand, gently stroked the baby's smooth and tender face, and said with a smile: "It is indeed impossible for a slave to demand the same rights as a civilian. In this case,  From now on you will all be slaves"

    "You, you are crazy"

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

    "Lieutenant of the Imperial Second Legion"

    The officer interrupted him unceremoniously and mocked sarcastically: "You obviously still understand the situation. The emperor is dead, and the people giving orders in the palace are no longer the submissive fools they used to be. As for  You Although you don't have actual noble titles, you occupy everything that only nobles are entitled to enjoy. Now, they should all be handed over and returned to their original owners."

    ¡°Give it to the original owner?¡±

    The old man murmured, his eyes starting to become blurry.

    He really didn¡¯t understand what the officer¡¯s words meant?

    He didn¡¯t have a good impression of these foreign troops who suddenly appeared in the imperial capital.  These people looked as cold as ice and as hard as sculptures made of stone.  From the initial purge of imperial officials until now, many familiar people have been arrested and sent to torture cells.  Those armed trucks with machine guns on the tops traveled to and from the palace and various streets day and night.  Sporadic gunshots can be heard in the city at any time. The wooden poles erected on the left and right sides of the palace gate lead all the way to the outside of the city.  Since the whole city was under military control, no one could go out. Naturally, it was impossible to know where the wooden poles with the corpses were laid.  However, as the doors of the surrounding neighbors were constantly being smashed open, and the military family members who originally belonged to the backbone of the empire were escorted out of the car, it was easy to calculate how many people were arrested in this chaos.  They may not all have been killed, but no one can tell when they will.  No one knew what the new owner of the palace was thinking.

    He seems to do things without considering the consequences, and he never cares about the nearly 100,000 former imperial soldiers who are fighting in the field.  Savage, crazy, violent, cruel.  .  .  .  .  .  But very effective.  At least, every military subordinate in the imperial capital now classifies him as the legendary murderous and violent demon god.  He probably doesn't value civilians at all, he just needs a death tomb filled with bones.  It would be happiest if all of us were killed.  .  .  .  .  .  Perhaps, they will be those poor slaves who are crowded in the slums and cannot even eat?

    etc.  .  .  .  .  .  slave?

    Suddenly, a sudden light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.  He suddenly remembered that among the people he had seen arrested, except for friends he knew, the rest were.  .  .  .  .  .  They all seemed to be from the military.

    It is not difficult to judge slaves and military dependents based on their appearance.

    The former is very dark. Due to lack of water, the surface of the skin is always covered with a thick layer of dirt.  The clothes were in tatters and most of the people were barefoot.  Prolonged malnutrition makes them look older than their actual age.  No matter in front of anyone, he will always have a humble image of being submissive and huddled.

    Most of the military family members wear gray-green cotton military uniforms.  This kind of free clothing uniformly distributed by the empire is even sewn for six-year-old children.  In addition to these, there are many detailed parts for reference.  All in all, the difference between slaves and military dependents is huge and can be seen at a glance.  The issue is.  .  .  .  .  .  Among the people who were caught in the truck, there was not a trace of any slave.

    Although he is old, the old man will never be wrong on this issue.

    Thinking of this, and looking at the human skins and cured meat that the soldiers dug out of the basement and piled in the yard, the old man suddenly felt a very bad feeling in his heart.

    At this moment, there was suddenly a rough sound of tires crushing gravel on the ground outside the door.  Braking, stalling, and the sound of many people jumping out of the car.  .  .  .  .  .  A few minutes later, a new group of intruders walked in from the blasted door and stood in front of the old man.

    many people.

    Except for the two soldiers leading the team, the rest.  .  .  .  .  .  They were all slaves in rags.

    Compared to the burly and strong Soaring Dragon soldiers, they appear to be particularly short and thin.  As the old man had thought earlier, none of them were wearing shoes.  This kind of thing, which is one of the normal clothes of human beings, is very important to them.It's really too luxurious.  Everyone has a thick layer of calluses on the soles of their feet. Even if they step on sharp glass fragments, they will not be able to cause any scratches.  The weather has become cold, many people are only wearing a thin piece of rags, and some people are not even wearing any clothes.  They seem to have become accustomed to this kind of simple and crude attire that cannot even meet the most basic standards of modesty.

    However, all slaves hold different weapons in their hands: wooden sticks with sharpened tips, knives as thick as arms, threaded steel bars that can be seen everywhere in the ruins, and knives ground from scrap iron pieces.  .  .  .  .  .  Perhaps feeling that they were not armed enough, some people had already bent down to pick up the broken glass fragments scattered on the ground, holding them carefully in their hands.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were burning with fire, their lips were pursed tightly, and the straightened muscles of their cheeks showed that the teeth inside the mouth were tightly clenched together.  Long-term hunger has made their eye sockets sunken, highlighting their overly broad skulls.  Now, a pair of eyes projected a faint cold light as if wandering in the black night, more eager and crazier than the rot wolf.  They were like sharp knives, like locusts biting the skin tightly and not letting go, wandering around all the soldiers who were pointed at the gunpoint.  The eyes were red and the canthus was so cracked that it was about to bleed.

    "No, you can't, you can't do this"

    Looking at these unwelcome guests who broke into his home, the old man seemed to understand something.  His expression suddenly changed, and he struggled to stand up from the ground. He shook his head with fear on his face, and rolled and crawled towards the officer standing next to him.  Before he could get close, he was already chased away by two soldiers waiting nearby. They swung their rifle butts and hit his jaw hard, knocking him upside down.

    The sudden change caused the military members surrounded in the center of the courtyard to suddenly burst into movement.  Many people looked angry and wanted to rush out to help the old man. However, the assault rifles sticking out from the surroundings and pointing at their foreheads or chests immediately made them understand that at this time, it is wisest to shut up and stay quiet.  choose.

    A tall middle-aged male slave stood in the middle of the crowd and strode forward.  His head was shaved short, his cheekbones were large, and he wore a tattered, dirty wrap around his waist whose original color could no longer be distinguished.  The naked body was skeletal, showing the ribs protruding from under the dark brown skin. His right hand held a wide-blade kitchen knife with a hand wrap, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and there was an apparently used knife tied to the end of his arm.  A red coarse cloth ribbon used to distinguish one's identity.

    The officer took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "According to the order of the lord, everything here will be handed over immediately and you will be fully responsible for it."

    The excited middle-aged male slave held the other's hand tightly, his body was shaking violently, and his open lips twitched for a long time before he uttered two hoarse and grateful syllables: "Thank you!"

    "You, how dare you do this?"

    Suddenly, the old man lying on the ground suddenly stood up, with his hair all white and straight like a ghost. He opened his arms and pounced on him like an angry hungry lion.  Before he could get close, a tall slave rushed out from beside him, raised his thick-headed gun in his hand, and hit him hard on the knee.  Suddenly, screams were mixed with the sound of cracking bones, and the whole person lost his balance and tipped forward, falling again.

    The old man¡¯s face was stained with blood everywhere, and the silver-white threads were densely covered with bright blood beads.  He opened his mouth, and under his ragged lips, only a few scattered teeth remained.  He stared at the middle-aged male slave with a horrified expression. He seemed to want to say something, but he shut up strangely, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched inexplicably.  It seemed that he was afraid, and he 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 and index fingers, and pointed forward slightly. The Longteng soldiers waiting in the house and yard immediately put away their guns, formed a team, and bypassed the military relatives standing in the courtyard.  The prisoners walked out of the bombed-out door in order.

    "Don't, don't leave. You, you can't leave"

    Seeing this, the old man screamed like crazy. He didn't know where he got the strength. He suddenly jumped forward and hugged the officer's right foot that was about to lift up. He hugged him tightly and slurred in his mouth.  Howling incoherently: They want to hand us over to them.  We are willing to go with you, I, I want to see His Majesty the new emperor, and I am willing to be loyal."

    The officer struggled but could not pull his leg out of the old man's arms.  His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his face slowly showed an expression of dissatisfaction.  The middle-aged male slave standing opposite nodded knowingly, separated from the crowd, and strode up to the frightened old man.  He flew up with a kick and hit his jaw hard. Before the blood splashed to the ground, he raised the broad-blade kitchen knife in his hand high and swung it down, cutting off the old man's left hand at the wrist.

    Immediately, a fountain of blood spurted out from the fracture, and a shrill howl echoed in the courtyard.

    The officer still frowned, looked at him with disgust, and hugged his severed arm tightly, rolling back and forth on the ground and screaming in pain.??Old man.  Bending down, he used his fingers to gently flick away a drop of blood stained on the surface of his military boots.  He stood up and signaled to the middle-aged male slave whose face was full of excitement and flushing: "I leave this place to you. You can do whatever you want with these people, and you are completely responsible for the raids and arrests. Remember, this is your lord.  Trust in you.¡±

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

    "The moment the officer's figure disappeared from the courtyard gate, nearly a hundred slaves gathered at the door suddenly poured into the courtyard like a black tide.  With mad and demonic anger on their faces, they grabbed the military relatives standing in the yard one by one, pressed them to the ground or wall, and used the simplest and most direct way to vent the flames of revenge accumulated in their chests.

    Several slaves pinned a middle-aged man to the ground, quickly and carefully stripped off all his clothes, cut open his belly with a sharp knife, grabbed the greasy intestines directly from the bottom of the stomach bag, and pulled them, like flying a kite.  Drag the body out, pull it far across the ground, and tie the broken end firmly to a high branch of a walnut tree in the courtyard.  The slaves let go of their hands and turned their attention to how to distribute the pieces of clothing. The middle-aged man, who was left with a gaping hole in his abdomen but did not die on the spot, howled miserably and got up from the ground while picking up and being dragged out.  intestines, stuffing them back into the abdomen, while standing under the walnut tree, jumping like a monkey, desperately reaching out to reach his own internal organs from the top of the branches.

    A woman was dragged backwards and pressed in the middle of the grass. Five or six male slaves surrounded her, shouting in confusion whether they were excited or angry.  The biggest guy hugged her naked legs from behind, aimed his thick penis at her and stabbed her hard.  The other one grabbed her by the waist, lifted her head, and hit her lips with a hammer.  Two rows of teeth were violently broken in the scream, which was too shrill to sound like a human voice.  After making sure that there was no more obstruction in the woman's mouth, the male slave dropped the hammer in his hand and put his dirty, black and smelly crotch against her face. While shaking it back and forth, he laughed wildly: "Smelly bitch, please do it for me.  If you don¡¯t have teeth, how can you bite?¡±

    The only girl among the military family was surrounded by a group of slaves in the corner of the yard.  The crazy roars became louder and louder, and through the gaps in the crowd, you could see that the girl had been stripped naked, and the cold wind made her shiver.  She kept crying and begging, but the slaves who were watching were indifferent at all. Instead, they drooled and looked at this young body greedily with the eyes of a lamb ready for slaughter.

    A slave with a ferocious face came forward with a steel bar in his hand.  He grabbed the girl's head with his left hand and pushed it back hard. He grasped the tip of the steel bar with his right hand and thrust it hard into the middle of the girl's legs.  The girl's eyes immediately widened, and dense bloodshot eyes crazily occupied the entire eye sockets.  Although she couldn't see the slave's movements, she could clearly feel that a sharp and hard stick-like object was entering from her vagina, piercing the intestines, piercing the liver, and then entering the stomach and lungs in sequence.  ,esophagus.  .  .  .  .  .  Finally, from the normal visual angle that the eyes can capture, rising high from the center of his wide lips, shining with a layer of sticky dark red under the dim and pale skylight.

    The yard was in chaos.  The slaves seemed to be a colony of ants with fresh flesh and blood, going wildly to every room and every corner of the yard.

    The elegant and beautiful mahogany wardrobe was moved out of the building, and beside it were piled up soft and wide sofas, exquisite coffee tables, and various luxury furniture of different styles.  Several slaves scrambled for quilts filled with soft cotton and velvet. The clothes stored in the closet were already worn by them, and the embroidered tablecloths with beautiful patterns were bundled into bundles.  Judging from the bulging rib-like protrusions on the outside, there should be teacups, dinner plates, dishes, knives and forks inside.

    The doors to the warehouse and basement were completely open. Bags of flour and rice packed in linen were carried outside. Nothing was left in the kitchen, including condiments such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, as well as stacks of bread placed on wooden shelves.  All were cleared out.  The hungry people devoured the sea while searching for all kinds of property with unusual enthusiasm.  Several people were standing outside the house arguing fiercely, and it sounded like they were arguing about how to distribute the thick and beautiful carpet in the house.  Finally, they divided the entire carpet into hundreds of pieces, and each person could only get a fragment that could not cover the body, but it was the most perfect, fairest, and most speechless distribution method.

    The old man¡¯s broken wrist had stopped bleeding. He used the simplest method to grab dry dust from the ground, cover it directly on the surface of the wound, and then wrap it tightly with the corners of his clothes.  Although this method can easily lead to bacterial infection, compared to dying on the spot due to excessive bleeding, it is the most effective way to save life.

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

    He knows this person.

    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, thisA man was locked in a rough wooden cage nearby.  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 traders angrily used red-hot iron pliers to directly burn the body, leaving a burnt black mark on his shoulders.

    Those slave babies are very delicious.  After washing and peeling, add enough onion and ginger ingredients, put in cheese and butter, and steam in a pot.  The old man clearly remembered that everyone in the family was very satisfied with the dinner that day.  The meat of the half-year-old baby is tender and easy to digest. Even my seven-year-old granddaughter eats it with gusto.  If she hadn't stopped him, she would have even wanted to collect the slave infant's brain-drained skull and make it into a toy.

    Retribution.  .  .  .  .  .  It came so quickly.

    Without begging for mercy, the hatred of torment will never be eliminated.

    He looked at the middle-aged male slave with cold indifference, and the other slave looked at him with the same unforgettable hatred.

    The blood-stained broad-blade kitchen knife was kept in his hand, but he never dropped it again.

    It can be seen that this person really wants to kill him.  But he didn't do that.

    He seemed to be waiting for something.
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