In the fierce battle, Xiao Yi and his companions bravely advanced, and they worked closely with the slaves to gradually break through the guards' defenses. The fat leader saw that the situation was not good and tried to escape, but Xiao Yi was quick-witted and rushed forward to stop him.

"You devil, today is your doom!" Xiao Yi's eyes were wide open, and the weapon in his hand was pointed directly at the fat leader's throat.

The fat leader turned pale with fear, his legs weak. "Please spare my life, as long as you let me go, I will give you everything."

"Your wealth and status are worthless in my eyes, and the crimes you have committed are unforgivable!" Xiao Yi said coldly, then raised his knife and ended the life of the fat leader.

Seeing their leader dead, the other leaders laid down their weapons and surrendered. The battle finally ended with Xiao Yi and his men's victory.

# Wasteland Exploration: The Darkness Behind the Walls. After hearing that slavery was rampant in the mysterious base, Xiao Yi's heart sank. The ideal of rebuilding civilization had long been deeply rooted in his heart, but the existence of this base was like a hideous wound, tearing apart his vision of a bright future. After careful consideration, he resolutely decided to personally explore the base, determined not to retreat, even if the path was thorny. Xiao Yi embarked on a journey across the barren desert. The desert was like a dead ocean, with waves of sand rising and falling, endless as far as the eye could see. The wind roared like a demon, carrying sharp sand and pebble-like particles that hit his face like hidden weapons. Every grain of sand that hit his face felt like a knife, excruciatingly painful. Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, tightly covering his mouth and nose with a tattered scarf, and moved with difficulty. With each step, he sank deeply into the scorching sand, as if the earth was trying to hold him back, or testing his resolve. Time seemed meaningless in this desolate landscape. Xiao Yi walked for who knew how long, his legs feeling heavy as if they were filled with lead. But the faith within him, like a beacon, guided him forward. Finally, at the end of the endless yellow sand, the high walls of the base loomed, like a dormant beast amidst the dim dust. As he approached, the walls grew ever more imposing. More than two men tall, they were constructed from massive stones. Time and the wind had left deep marks on them, riddled with pits and craters, like a tale of the passage of time. Beyond the walls lay the boundless desert, the wind howling tirelessly, stirring up clouds of dust and sand as if to bury everything in this chaos. Xiao Yi approached cautiously, his nerves straining like a bowstring about to snap. He knew he was in danger; a single misstep could lead to his demise. At the base of the wall, he found a secluded corner filled with debris eroded beyond recognition by wind and sand, which just provided him with some cover. He crouched down, his eyes fixed on the movements within the base, not daring to breathe. Just then, a heavy sound of footsteps came from afar. Xiao Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and he peered through the gap, intently watching. He saw a group of guards armed with whips, escorting a group of slaves slowly approaching. The guards were dressed in heavy leather armor, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Their faces were filled with arrogance and indifference, and the whips in their hands were waving casually, making a "snap" sound, as if declaring their authority. The slaves, on the other hand, were as thin as dead trees in the wind, as if a stronger breeze could blow them down. Their clothes were tattered, and the rags fluttered weakly in the wind, unable to cover their bodies at all. The shackles on their bodies were even more horrifying. The cold iron shackles, tightly clasped around their wrists and ankles, gleamed in the sunlight, a chilling gaze like the gaze of death. Every step the slaves took seemed labored, their steps stumbling, as if the life force was being drained away bit by bit. Their eyes were hollow, devoid of a glimmer of hope, only endless despair and numbness, as if their souls had long been worn away by this cruel reality. One of the slaves, barely a teenager, trembled under the heavy shackles. His face was stained with dust and dried tears, and his cracked lips trembled slightly, as if silently expressing pain. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground. A guard, observing this, mercilessly raised his whip and lashed him on the back. With a crisp snap, a bright red streak of blood instantly appeared. "Get up! Stop pretending to be dead!" the guard roared fiercely. The young slave trembled as he tried to rise, but collapsed again from exhaustion. A flicker of pity flashed across the eyes of the surrounding slaves, but it was quickly replaced by fear, and they numbly continued on their way, as if this were all too commonplace. Xiao Yi stood at the foot of the wall, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, leaving bloody marks. He suppressed the rage within him, a fire burning in his chest, threatening to consume him. He had never imagined that, in this devastated wasteland, humans could treat their own kind so cruelly. He vowed to find a way to save these pitiful people and break this evil system of slavery. But he knew that his own strength alone was far from enough. He needed to gain a deeper understanding of the base, to find the right time and method to strike a fatal blow to this dark system. Amidst the whistling wind and sand, Xiao Yi continued to observe, waiting for his opportunity. A storm that would change everything was brewing within him... The slaves within the base were liberated, and they cheered with joy, tears of excitement glistening in their eyes. Xiao Yi stood in the square of the base, looking at these people who had regained their freedom, feeling filled with emotion.

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