Chapter 236: I Don’t Want to Go Mining
Her body was shaking, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
The man's big hands roamed over her body and squeezed her hard a few times. The woman was held in his arms and didn't dare to breathe.
After kneading her for a few times, the man seemed unsatisfied, so he carried the woman on his shoulders and patted her buttocks twice.
"You don't have to get in the car, just come with me..., hahahahaha," he said, laughing and carrying the woman to the side.
The woman immediately began to struggle violently, kicking her feet wildly and punching the man with her fists.
"Let me go, put me down, please let me go, help, is there anyone who can save me, help..."
The woman screamed loudly, and the mercenary covered her mouth and slapped her twice in the face.
The woman fainted the moment she was hit.
At this time, everyone was silent and huddled in the carriage, no one dared to show their heads.
There were more than forty survivors hiding in the corner, and now they were all driven onto the train, making the huge carriage suddenly crowded.
The unpleasant smell filled my nostrils, and the only ventilated place in the car was the gap of the rear door.
In the high temperature of 50 to 60 degrees, more than 40 people were crowded in a small space. The hot atmosphere became more and more serious, and Xiang Yu's clothes were already wet with sweat.
I secretly put an ice cube in my mouth. The carriage was filled with a strong smell of volcanic ash.
As the car drove out of the smooth road and entered the mountain road, it began to bump up and down. Xiang Yu calculated the time in his mind.
It has been more than three hours since the car set off, and she has been using ice to cool her body during these three hours.
At this time, I had squeezed into the ventilation gap, and that made me feel better.
The car was driving very fast and didn't stop until more than six hours later. It was only a little after two o'clock in the morning.
There was the sound of iron chains outside the carriage door. They were preparing to open the carriage door. Xiang Yu squatted in the gap of the carriage door and looked outside.
A strong light shone on the door of the carriage, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening outside.
"Get out of the car, everyone, get out quickly. I'll only give you two minutes. Anyone who doesn't get out will be killed."
The man was holding an iron baseball bat with many nails embedded in it. He hit the carriage door with the baseball bat.
There was a bang-bang-bang sound all the time.
He kept shouting and threatening, asking people in the car to get off quickly.
"Oh, don't kill me."
After experiencing several rounds of psychological torture that night, these people were on the verge of collapse.
The baseball bat in the man's hand looks like it would hurt a lot if it hit someone. If those nails were to pierce someone's body, it would turn into a hornet's nest.
Everyone swarmed and pushed each other to get out of the car. "Everyone, stand still. I will kill anyone who speaks from now on."
The crowd fell silent instantly.
Xiang Yu looked around. Two strong incandescent lamps shone on them, and it was pitch black all around.
There was a bonfire on the ground in the distance, and around them stood about thirty mercenaries, all fully armed.
At this moment, the mercenaries were holding guns in their hands, with the black muzzles pointed at Xiang Yu and others.
The survivors all moved towards the middle. No one wanted to stand at the front. If those people suddenly opened fire, the person standing at the front would be the first to die.
Xiang Yu looked around and wondered what these people were going to do with these survivors.
"What are you looking at? Everyone come to me to get a batch of tools and line up," the man with the baseball bat came over again.
Several survivors with good eyesight stepped forward immediately, and the man with the baseball bat handed them tools.
A backpack, a small hoe, a small shovel, Xiang Yu understood what these tools were as soon as he saw them.
She was conscripted into the army.
"Those who have received tools, go over there," the man reached out and patted the face of the first survivor who had received tools.
His eyes were full of teasing.
Playing with people and having control over other people's life and death, this has always been a feeling they like.
The survivor who was hit in the face didn't dare to say a word. He took the tools and walked inside with a nod and a bow.
Some of the survivors also discovered what they were being brought here for.
These tools have no protection, and the hazards of volcanic ash have not been a big problem after two years.
But long-term exposure is tantamount to chronic suicide.
"I don't want to go in to mine. I want to leave here. Please let me go. It's illegal for you to do this. You will be arrested..."
The man shouted incoherently, looking at the dark corridor in front of him, and his body took a few steps back.
The man who was distributing tools to everyone suddenly turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his face.
Picking up the baseball bat at his feet, the man walked towards the screaming survivor.
He reached out to clean his ears, then hit the survivor on the head with the baseball bat in his hand.
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