It would take at least five days to walk up the cliff. Ye Zhou calculated his own strength and took into account the children and elderly people in the supermarket. On average, it should take about ten days.
However, Ye Zhou didn't dare to let the children and the elderly out of this plane.
Ye Zhou didn't even dare to let go of women and men who were not that strong.
So the only people who can go out now are Zou Ming, Chen Shu, and Ye Zhou himself.
Zhou Yuanhe was too thin. Although he was a man, Ye Zhou always felt that he could be knocked down easily. He couldn't even do it when Chen Shu asked him to use one hand.
"I don't want to go either..." Zhou Yuanhe said as he sent them off, "Why would we want to deal with those primitive people?"
In his opinion, those who treat their own kind as slaves are primitive people, and only primitive people can do such a thing.
Ye Zhou smiled at him. He was wearing a convenient light-colored casual suit, a pair of hiking boots, and overalls with his trouser legs tied up, which made him look particularly neat. Ye Zhou shook the bag on his back and said to Zou Ming and Chen Shu, "Let's go."
This time they relied entirely on drones to draw the maps - Kane was not enough.
This person was like someone who had flown down from a cliff. He had no idea of the road and couldn't even tell where he was.
When transportation and communication were not well developed, many people could not tell the directions of east, west, south and north, and could not even name their hometown.
"Just take the gun." Ye Zhou felt safe carrying an AK.
In a situation where you may conflict with others at any time and have no time to find cover, it is safer to carry a submachine rifle such as the AK.
Zou Ming was carrying a pistol.
Only Chen Shu still carried her sniper.
"Why are you looking at me?" Chen Shu noticed that Ye Zhou was looking at her, so she smiled and said, "If we have a head-on conflict, I can just use the rifle as a weapon without aiming."
Ye Zhou envied: "I can't do it now."
Chen Shu didn't take it seriously: "This is easy, just practice for a few days."
They didn't bring much with them, just sleeping bags and dry food.
It was a rare opportunity for Ye Zhou to go on a long journey, so he was a little excited.
Unfortunately, this excitement soon disappeared - all I saw was the same scenery, with only a small ditch in front of me, uneven ground and cliffs. I couldn't even see any mammals, only some insects.
They set out early in the morning, and after dark they built a fire and rested, and the three of them discussed how to allocate time to keep watch.
"I'll guard the first half of the night." Chen Shu offered, "Zou Ming, you guard the second half of the night?"
Zou Ming nodded slightly; he was making a fire.
Ye Zhou: "Then what should I do?"
Chen Shu waved his hand: "Boss, just take a rest. With the nature of our work, just leave this kind of thing to us."
Ye Zhou was both amused and annoyed: "No, that won't work. Let's go out together. We have to discuss anything. I'm just giving you a salary, not asking you to be bonded laborers."
Chen Shu did not insist. She glanced at Zou Ming and found that Zou Ming did not speak, so she said, "Then Boss, you start guarding now. I'm going to sleep for a while, and I'll take your place when I wake up."
Ye Zhou felt much more comfortable now: "Okay."
Chen Shu shook out his sleeping bag, walked aside, put on earplugs and fell asleep.
Ye Zhou and Zou Ming were the only two people sitting by the fire. Above their heads was the vast night sky with shining stars.
Ye Zhou looked at the fire in front of him and took a bag of biscuits from his bag: "Do you want to eat?"
Zou Ming: "I'm not hungry now."
Ye Zhou nodded slightly, and he looked up at the horizon. "I rarely looked at the sky so leisurely before."
"Actually, when I was studying, my friends didn't understand why I wanted to open a supermarket." Ye Zhou thought about the past and suddenly became more talkative, "They all thought that my idea was a bit unpromising."
Zou Ming looked at Ye Zhou's profile, frowned and asked, "Why?"
Ye Zhou smiled and said, "I think if you want to do big business, even if you open a supermarket, you have to make it a brand chain to be considered capable."
"Either join a big company and become a senior executive, or start your own business and become a boss." Ye Zhou, "But at that time I didn't care what they said. If they said too much, I would tell them to shut up."
"Hey, I had a bad temper then too." Ye Zhou, "I think I have a pretty good temper now."
Zou Ming: "You have always had a good temper."
He had never seen Ye Zhou get angry. Most of the time he was discussing things with others.
Ye Zhou is not a lonely person.
But he is not a man without ideas and persistence.
He looks gentle, but he will never change his mind.
"If you're sleepy, go to bed first." Ye Zhou glanced at Zou Ming, "You still have to keep watch in the second half of the night."
Zou Ming shook his head slightly: "I'm not sleepy now."
Ye Zhou did not urge him, and continued to talk to himself: "I still find it incredible. They are all human beings. Why can't the slave owners of this era treat them as human beings when they exploit and abuse slaves?"
Looking at a person who has the same facial features and limbs as you, can you really bear to enslave him like that?
Ye Zhou knew that this kind of thing was common, but he felt that no one with a conscience would do it.
Zou Ming said: "They don't treat slaves as human beings."
Ye Zhou blinked. Zou Ming: "In their eyes, people who are not of the same class as them are not considered human beings."
“It has been like this since ancient times.”
Zou Ming: "They don't even need to realize it themselves. Sometimes people at the bottom will feel that they are not the same kind as people at the top, and they restrain each other and worship each other as gods."
Ye Zhou: “…”
He let out a long breath: "Anyway, I just need to earn enough money here to unlock other dimensions. I don't want to stay here any longer."
He had no favorable impression of this plane at all, only a strong feeling of disgust.
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Hill got up. He seldom got up at this time, but today the lord came, so he had to get up early.
He put on his boots, coat, and sheepskin hat, and walked out of the cabin, shouting to his companions who were already having breakfast: "Is the lord here?"
The companion shook his head: "It will probably take a while."
Hill could only pick up two loaves of bread and sit opposite his companion. He said, "Isn't it just a slave who ran away? Why did you come here in person?"
Companion: "How should I know? It may have nothing to do with the slave. The lord will not let you pay for it. Besides, a slave is not worth much. Your one month's salary is enough."
Hill laughed and said, "How much alcohol can I drink with my monthly salary?"
He didn't care about the slave's life. After washing a piece of bread, he spat on the ground and said, "Even if I really killed him, you shouldn't deduct my wages. It's obvious that the slave can't do anything. It's better to save food if he dies."
Companion: "Just tell me this, don't tell anyone else, or I'll make you pay for it."
Hill curled his lips. He knew that there were factions among managers.
A slave is not important, but this slave may become a tool for others to attack him.
After all, he was able to work here thanks to his uncle.
His uncle was the lord's personal valet.
There are many people who dislike his uncle.
Hill took the last bite of bread, stood up, pulled the cloth belt around his waist, and looked in the direction where the slave was coming with interest.
He is most relaxed when facing his slaves.
You don’t have to worry about whether you said something wrong or whether your uncle will be implicated by you.
He can do whatever he wants to his slaves. Only in his slaves can he find a natural sense of suppression and control.
"I have a piece of bread here! I'll give it to whoever comes first!" Hill waved at the slaves.
But there was no bread in his hand, but a black stone.
But the slaves' eyesight was not good. They stretched their necks, looked at the stone in Hill's hand with dazed eyes, and then pushed each other and ran towards Hill.
The first person to run over was a young man. He was thin but very fast. He squatted in front of Hill like a dog, looking at Hill with expectation.
Hill crouched down slightly, he reached out and patted the man on the head, and shouted to the other slaves: "Okay, you are all inferior to him, this piece of bread is his now."
Some of the slaves lowered their eyes in despair, but some looked at Hill without blinking. Although they could not eat the bread, they also wanted to smell the fragrance of the bread.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Hill stood up, raised the "bread" in his hand, and smashed it hard on the man's head.
The man squatting on the ground was instantly hit on the head and bleeding.
Hill kicked the man in the stomach with a ferocious look on his face: "Are slaves worthy of eating bread?!"
"Ah?! Slaves are also worthy of eating bread!" Hill shouted, "How can you filthy things be worthy of eating human food?!"
The slaves huddled together, shrinking their necks, but dared not rescue the men who were being beaten.
The man could only curl up on the ground, protecting his head tightly with his hands.
Hill put one foot on the man's back and sneered, "A slave should have the consciousness of a slave! Don't think that you are a human being just because you look like a human being!"
After saying that, Hill glanced at the few people standing not far away.
Those were the people who saw him as a thorn in their side and drove him and his uncle away from the lord.
After he got mad, he didn't look at the man again. He kicked him again before leaving.
The other slaves did not dare to help the man. They watched cautiously as the man coughed up a mouthful of water, struggled to stand up on his knees, and then slowly merged into the pile of slaves. Only this time, he buried his head even lower.
After Hill had taught the slaves a lesson, he and his companions would supervise the slaves' work. If anyone worked slowly, they would immediately raise their whips and beat them hard.
Some stewards find it troublesome and seldom whip the staff.
Hill, on the other hand, really likes the feel of the whip, especially the feeling of it making a sound when it hits someone.
So when he beat people, he didn't care whether the slaves were lazy or not. If he wanted to beat them, he would beat them. Would anyone fight for justice for the slaves?
If anyone would fight for justice for slaves, he wouldn't be here.
There would be no slaves and slave owners in the world.
"Why don't you just stop hitting him." The companion frowned, "You're almost beating him to death."
The companion grabbed Hill's raised hand and said, "Although the death of the previous slave is not your fault, if another one dies, the lord will probably deduct your money."
Hill rolled his eyes, broke free from his companion's hand, threw the whip aside, and said weakly: "I'm so angry now, I can't hit anyone."
Companion: "What's the point of being angry? Can they really drive you away?"
Hill stopped talking and touched his head in annoyance.
"The lord is here!" someone suddenly shouted not far away.
Hill stood up immediately, almost subconsciously showing a flattering expression with a smile on his face. He ignored what he was doing in his hands and dropped the whip, and ran excitedly in the direction where the lord was coming.
Hill's expression was very vivid at this moment. He stood on the grass and looked at the lord from afar.
The lord rode a white horse, his bloated body looked particularly majestic, the sunlight fell on him, as if he was wearing a layer of gauze clothes. He was surrounded by the crowd and walked towards the reclaimed land, but there was no smile on his face, instead he looked a little uninterested.
"I remember that young man, is he your nephew?" The lord lowered his head and asked the personal servant walking beside the horse.
The servant smiled and said, "Yes, he is a good boy. He has known how to help with work since he was young, and he is very grateful. He will never forget your help to him, and will do his best to serve you in the future. He will not complain even if he dies for you."
The Lord frowned and asked, "What's his name?"
Manservant: "Hill."
Lord: "Hmm? Why do I remember that it was a man named Hill who made one of my slaves jump off the cliff yesterday?"
Before the male servant could speak, another steward came over and said, "Sir, it's him. He doesn't work hard and always lets the slaves snatch food like dogs. He himself enjoys it, but it seriously slows down the speed of clearing the land."
"If it keeps on like this, how much money will you waste?"
The male servant immediately retorted: "How can it have anything to do with Hill if the slaves don't work hard?"
“If Hill hadn’t treated them harshly, would they have worked hard before?”
The lord's head hurt a bit because of their quarrel. He rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, okay, stop quarreling. Let Hill come and talk to me."
The butler immediately took a deep breath, with excitement on his face, and waved to Hill who was not far away.
Hill understood what the servant meant. He immediately ran over and bowed his head respectfully, wishing he could lower himself to the dust.
Awe was in his voice: "My Lord, I am your loyal servant. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you, including my life."
The lord waved his hand and said, "I am tired of hearing these words. I want to ask you, it's okay for you to have fun with slaves, but why do you have fun while they are clearing the land? This will make me very unhappy."
Hill's whole body stiffened, and he stammered, "I, I didn't mean it, sir. I just want them to work harder."
The lord said to the servant impatiently: "Keep him under control. I don't care how he treats the slaves, but he can't slow down the progress and waste my money."
The servant said quickly, "Yes, yes, I will take good care of him, sir."
The lord did not want to dwell on this matter, so he said to the person in charge: "Don't always ask me about this kind of thing in the future. If you have a conflict, solve it yourselves."
After each of them was beaten with fifty sticks, the lord rode his horse slowly and looked at his new land.
He said to the servant with some complacency: "It won't be long before a castle is built here."
The servant immediately said, "Only you are worthy of the castle."
"It would be great if my father could see this." The lord was a little sad. "When I was young, he always wanted to own a castle, but unfortunately those old nobles were always unwilling to sell it."
"Building a new castle would require too much land and too much money."
The lord even reached out to wipe the tears from his eyes: "Oh, really, those people are too much. When my father was alive, they said that my father was just a viscount and should not own a castle."
"Then my father became count and said he had no land or castle to sell to us."
The lord said sadly: "Just because we are not hereditary nobles, we are inferior to others?"
"But our noble status was also granted to us by the king. Wasn't it the same for their ancestors?"
Manservant: "My lord, they are jealous of you!"
The lord sighed and said, "So this castle must be built as big and majestic as possible. Then I will invite those who look down on our family to come and show them our financial strength!"
After venting his anger, the lord walked around the wasteland again, and finally rode away on horseback with his male servants and followers - after all, there was nothing here, and the only place to sleep was a small wooden house, which was not really a place for people to live.
The lord cannot suffer.
As the manservant left, he glared at his nephew and mouthed, "Be more restrained."
Hill lowered his head and clenched his fists. After the lord led his men away, he immediately walked towards the slave closest to him.
The slave realized that it was him coming and immediately tried to hide.
The steward next to him said in a loud voice, "You are taking your anger out on the slaves again!"
"Why do you always take it out on slaves? Don't you find it annoying?"
"Be careful, this slave might get beaten to death too. You'll be scolded by the lord again. Don't say we're targeting you then."
Hill looked at the person who spoke with a ferocious expression. He grabbed the slave's arm, pulled him up from the ground, then grabbed his hair and slammed him hard against the tree trunk next to him.
"I don't care what you think of me, what you say about me, or what you say about me in front of the lord." Hill hit the slave's head again and again. When he spoke, his lips turned outward, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. He sneered, "How about you go and get the lord back now? Accuse me of abusing slaves?"
Hill smiled and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. I won't stop you. Go if you want to."
The slave was struggling and waving his hands at first, but soon he could not move. He could only be passively caught by Hill and then smashed against the tree.
No one saved him.
Those who ridiculed Hill did not want to save a slave. They could curse him, but they were completely unwilling to engage in physical conflict with the strong Hill.
The slave was grabbed by Hill's neck. He felt light, as if he had no weight, and could not move under Hill's restraint.
The slave looked up at the sun not far away with swollen eyes, but the sunlight flashed by and he couldn't see it clearly before darkness appeared in front of him again.
None of his companions could save him.
They could only wait until Hill had finished his rage. If they were lucky, they might be able to save their lives.
The moment he was thrown to the ground, the slave let out a heart-wrenching cough, but he didn't even dare to make a loud noise. He could only hunch his back and cover his mouth with his hands. Even if blood was flowing down his hair, he was unaware of it and could not show any pain.
"Forget it." The companion patted Hill's shoulder and whispered, "If you continue like this, they won't treat you well."
Hill kicked the slave again, and the slave, who had just sat up, was kicked back into the mud, and the slave swallowed a large mouthful of muddy water.
"I'm not a slave," Hill said suddenly. "I'm a free man like them. Why do they treat me like this? Just because the valet is my uncle, not my father?"
Their jobs are almost always hereditary, passed down from mother to daughter, father to son, from generation to generation, unless their masters don't want them.
They are proud to work for distinguished adults.
A young man who didn't want to work for a lord or nobleman wasn't really a man.
Hill glanced at the man struggling in the mud - he had no chance of climbing out of the mud.
No one dared to rescue him, and he could only struggle on the spot with his own strength.
If he were to sink into the mud and water fully conscious, he would probably suffocate to death.
He suffocated to death on the grass, with nothing but a ridiculously shallow mud puddle beneath him.
Hill became interested. He walked over slowly and looked with excitement at the pitiful sight of the man who was unable to struggle and was swallowed by the mud and water.
How ridiculous is it that a person can drown in a mud pit on flat ground?
Hill squatted by the mud pond. He stared at the man's profile and found that the man, who was lying face down on the ground, was twitching from time to time, as if he still had feeling and was still trying to survive.
The man's curled hands tightly grasped the mud, but he couldn't gain any strength.
Hill stared at him for a long time, but eventually lost interest - he liked to see the slaves struggling to survive, giving up everything, and finally seeing their hopes dashed, and the painful and desperate look in their eyes at that moment.
That would excite him, as if he were going through the same pain and torture.
But the slave died, and he could be reborn.
Unfortunately, the man's face was covered in mud and water. Hill couldn't see his face, let alone his expression. He slowly stood up, let out a long breath, and his expression actually looked somewhat compassionate.
He placed his foot on the slave's back, and slowly exerted force with one leg, pushing the man hard into the mud.
Only this time, the slave was unable to struggle.
The stewards looked at Hill, rolled their eyes, and talked about this young man with a very contemptuous look: "Does he think he will take over his uncle's job and become the lord's personal servant? He can't even read. How can he manage the lord's property, make friends, and participate in political affairs in the future?"
"His uncle said he could read."
The stewards laughed, not believing it. Someone even laughed without hesitation, "He still knows how to read. Would he have stuck the note with the word idiot on his chest last time?"
"He can only seek his self-esteem by abusing slaves."
"Really? Even though slaves are worthless, they still have to be beaten when they haven't done anything wrong. He's the only one who doesn't feel tired."
The stewards couldn't understand Hill, but that didn't stop them from laughing at him.
"Is there a light over there?"
"Is there any iron tool?"
The stewards all looked towards the place where the light was, but before they could see clearly, the light flashed across their eyes, temporarily blinding them in that instant.
Something invisible passed in front of them.
After a slight "bang" sound——
Hill fell to the ground with a loud bang, splashing water everywhere.
Behind the distant hillside, Ye Zhou put down the sniper in his hand.
His hands were very steady. He didn't know when it started, but his hands no longer shook when he fired a gun, and the recoil no longer made him feel numbness on the back of his hands.
It was as if he was born to hold this gun.
It is suitable to hold it up and shoot the enemies in front.
Ye Zhou originally thought that he had only shot zombies at the Luoyang base, and this time he shot at people, so he might be mentally shaken and might not be able to accept it.
But when he really aimed at Hill.
Miraculously, he didn't treat the other person as a human being.
They didn't even think of him as a zombie. After all, zombies wouldn't enslave their own kind.
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