Chapter 63 Escape [VIP]
After the second live broadcast, Yale's reputation in the outside world became even louder and worse.
Although he always said that he wanted to bring equality and order to the common people, his nickname of "Devil of the East China Sea" became more and more famous.
The "Happy Daily" said that his purpose in destroying the Red Earth Continent was to make it easier for the brutal pirates of the New World to enter and exit the New World, making it easier for them to plunder the islands.
If the navy had not sealed the gap in time, the calm sea in the first half would have been devastated.
In this situation, people are too busy hiding from Yale to ask for help from a more terrifying demon for their current difficult life.
Only a few people who are really desperate and think "as long as I can escape from this hell, it doesn't matter if I go to another hell" will try every means to get the Den Den Mushi to contact Yale.
It just so happens that the slaves enslaved by the world's noble Celestial Dragons are people who are truly desperate.
The difficulty for them to obtain the Den Den Mushi is almost equivalent to escaping from the holy land alone.
Fortunately, there is no distinction between the types of Den Den Mushi that can ask Yale for help. As long as it is a Den Den Mushi signal, it can be captured by the ship-borne elves and reported to Captain Yale.
At this time, many days had passed since Yale's second live broadcast.
These days, those who have not given up hope have been making plans and preparations, especially guarding against being stabbed in the back by their own people.
This is not something that is impossible to happen. Among slaves, backstabbing each other is a common occurrence.
Many people, when they see a whip, will tell others the secrets they have been told, just to save themselves from being beaten.
So when carrying out this plan, the people in charge took a long time to decide on the partners.
They stole anesthetics from the prison infirmary (this kind of stuff was only occasionally used on a slave that the Celestial Dragons particularly liked for a period of time, and more often it was pocketed by the jailers), and during a horse riding competition (they were horses), they recruited a giant to join their group.
They had observed for a long time that this giant was tough and would even resist when whipped.
If it weren't so difficult for the Celestial Dragons to capture the giant slaves, they would have died in their first resistance.
Although there were some twists and turns along the way, we finally reached the final step.
When the giant finished speaking and immediately received a response from the Den Den Mushi, the entire cell did not immediately become lively, but fell into a strange quiet and silence.
Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to ask anything, for fear that after asking, the people around them would say, "This is your hallucination, I didn't hear the Den Den Mushi respond."
They stared at the Den Den Mushi high up, hoping it would say it again.
However, Den Den Mushi closed its eyes and no longer responded to them.
…
Wait! It closed its eyes?!
"Den Den Mushi closed its eyes?!"
Someone suddenly reacted. The sound was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in the quiet cell.
The slaves were all stunned for a moment before they had the same reaction as this man.
People in other cells who heard the noise also started shouting.
"We have closed our eyes here too!"
"The surveillance Den Den Mushi has closed its eyes!"
Those who carried out the plan simply drugged the jailer in the monitoring room and did nothing to the Den Den Mushi.
So the Den Den Mushi definitely didn't close their eyes because they were anesthetized, but because it was Yale who received their response.
So… then what?
When will the other party come and when can they be rescued?
A "crash" sound suddenly came from the corner, scaring the slaves who were already feeling uneasy.
The giant stood up and rushed towards the cell door with the shackles on his hands and feet rattling.
With a loud "bang", although the seastone fence door was not broken by the huge force, the part fixed to the wall fell off and hit the corridor.
Without stopping, he walked towards where the jailer had left the key.
Soon, the rest of the people followed him and used the keys to open the doors of other cells.
During this time, no jailer came to stop them.
Even if they knocked out the jailer in the monitoring room, preventing the other patrolling jailers from getting the news so quickly, the sound made by the giant banging on the door just now was so loud that it should have alarmed the patrolling jailers long ago.
Now that the jailer didn't come, they suddenly understood.
The reason why the monitoring Den Den Mushi closed its eyes was to indicate that they could take action.
But if they didn't understand the hint and insisted on staying in the cell cowardly waiting for others to rescue them... many smart people who thought too much shuddered.
But they were obviously overthinking it, Yale would still save people.
Not only will he save people, he will also give them equality and order as promised.
But this would lower his rating of this planet's civilization a little.
When the score drops below the horizontal line, there is no need to save the civilization here.
"Run, hurry up!"
"No matter what happens, don't stop!"
"It's better to die than to live here!"
The slaves shouted and rushed out of the open cell and ran towards the door.
The one rushing in the front was the giant. At this moment, the shackles on his hands and feet were light, and his whole body was full of endless strength.
The ruptured wound and the stomach that hadn't eaten for more than ten days did not affect his speed at all.
He was the first to rush out of the prison gate, and then the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He stepped onto the soft grass, breathing in the salty, slightly cool sea breeze, his face full of shock and astonishment.
Unlike the deep night in the holy land, the sun here seemed to have just set, and the afterglow of the sunset dyed the grass and the sea into a brilliant golden color.
This was a scene that could never be seen outside the holy prison cell, but it was also the beautiful scenery of the underworld that he had been longing for for a long time.
"Oh my god...where on earth is this..."
"This is an island? This is an island!"
"We left the Holy Land? How... How could we leave the Holy Land?"
One after another, people who rushed out of the cells appeared here.
They had no idea what was going on. Their brains were tense and blank, and they couldn't think normally for a long time.
Did they escape, or was this just a near-death dream?
While they were still in a trance, a voice suddenly rang out, carrying an inhuman coldness that frightened the crowd and made them scream.
"Welcome, future citizens of the island group."
The slaves looked tremblingly in the direction where the voice came from, but there was no one there, only a metal ball flying in the air.
Even so, some people who had become slaves adjusted their posture and knelt down, and only a few people remained in their original posture without moving.
They all stared at the metal ball warily, feeling uneasy, fearing that the price of leaving that hell would be to arrive in a new hell.
The metal ball ignored their posture and continued calmly.
"The respected Captain Yale received your request for help and generously and selflessly rescued you, bringing you out of hell."
"This is Sixis, an uninhabited island in the East China Sea. Please adapt to your new environment as quickly as possible. Someone will arrive soon to bring you enough supplies."
Everyone listened quietly to the metal ball's words. They could understand and comprehend what it said, but their hearts were still filled with confusion and anxiety about the future.
It was at this time that the giant spoke.
"Can I ask when we can leave?"
This question made many people's eyes light up.
Yes, go home. When they were suffering in the Holy Land, only the two hopes of survival and going home supported them.
Many of them had families before they were captured and enslaved.
Although that family may be poor, which is the reason that prompted them to go out to sea to make money, after experiencing this, many people realized that money is not the most important thing, being with family is.
The metal ball answered simply.
"Once you have repaid the favor owed to the respected Captain Yale, you may leave."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, calming down all those who were excited about escaping from the holy land.
Favor? It’s not that they don’t want to repay, but they are just worried that they will fall into another hell.
This uneasiness continued until a sound was heard in the distance.
Several huge iron vehicles approached quickly and stopped not far from the slaves.
Under the curious and nervous gaze of the slaves, the first person to get off the car was a burly man with light blond hair and a crew cut.
The other person was dressed in black, with a metal chin. His right hand was normal, but his left hand and left forearm were very conspicuous mechanical aliens, and he looked very difficult to deal with.
"Who is the person in charge here?" Monka asked loudly, and then looked up at the giant following the slaves' gaze.
He ordered, "Let your men line up into four teams of men and women. Only when they are in order can they eat!"
Speaking of eating, the slaves' stomachs began to growl.
The giant also covered his stomach and urged everyone to line up.
The slaves who were pushing and shoving looked curiously at the iron-shell carts, and then watched some people in black uniforms unloading box after box of supplies from the carts.
They were all instant meals that could be eaten without heating. The slaves were extremely hungry. When they saw the food, they forgot that the man had asked them to line up and rushed over there.
The giant was also very hungry, but he still remembered to queue up. He reminded others but got little response.
Until the man who asked them to line up raised his mechanical left hand and swiped it forward. A red light flashed and tore a high-temperature crack on the ground in front of him.
The slaves screamed and ran back, and the scene became even more chaotic.
Monka frowned fiercely. He was used to training the well-ordered soldiers in the school, so when he saw this group of unorganized and undisciplined guys, he was really furious.
Calm down, calm down, this is not your soldier!
Holding the loudspeaker prepared in advance, Monka shouted angrily.
"Queue up! Do you understand? If you don't queue up, you won't get any food!"
In sharp contrast to the disorganized slaves were the soldiers who stood in order after unloading the supplies.
They were the first group to enter the soldier school for study and training. Although they had only studied for less than a month, the effect of the training had already been apparent.
At this time, the soldiers looked at the mechanical alien in Monka's left hand with extremely eager eyes.
It’s so cool, it’s worthy of being a mechanical alien produced by Future Island Vegapunk, they want it too!
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