This big dormitory was very uneasy tonight, with ghosts crying and howling, and the sounds shook the world. The slaves in several nearby dormitories didn't know what was going on, but they just shouted and screamed, and they felt like they were breaking the warehouse and jailbreak. These slaves who had no chance to make a comeback. No matter who is unlucky, they are happy.

The sound penetrated several layers of the walls and reached the ears of the guards. Several guards who were drinking and playing cards did not even blink their eyelids and continued to play.

The fight between slaves is normal, and it is normal to die. Now the screams of these slaves are also a good thing. They always have to yell a few times to vent.

The jailbreak is simply impossible. The mine is heavily guarded and can't fly out even if the wings are given to these slaves.

Li Baoqiang was patrolling the dormitory for a while and pointed to a slave: "Take me all the good cigarettes, wine and delicious food."

"Yes," the slave replied in surprise. Damn, he treated him like a rookie. He had only been here for ten days. He even asked about smoking and alcohol in the dormitory of the mine. He was obviously a veteran. The chimpanzee Tyson suffered a loss today.

The slave hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from under Tyson's bed, lit it respectfully for Li Baoqiang, then took out a bottle of Hennessy without Kaifeng, opened it, and put it in front of Li Baoqiang.

Li Baoqiang slowly took a sip of the cigarette in his hand. It was so fucking hard to smoke, but even if it was hard to smoke, it was still a delicious food in the world.

The rest of the people looked at the Asian "little white-faced" who was sitting beside Tyson's bed drinking and smoking slowly with a look of respect on his face.

Li Baoqiang slowly enjoyed Hennessy, it was OK, it was real wine.

Then he waved his hand casually, "It's all you have done, just go to bed, Made, I haven't touched my fists for a long time, and now I'm sore all over my body," he said.

The slaves were ashamed. This girl was too pretentious, but there was no way. Who told her to have that strength?

"Boss, you need to rest, why don't you put the bed in place soon," a slave shouted at the other slaves, and then said to Li Baoqiang in a flattering manner: "Boss, it's better to sleep in that bed, it's better to stay away from the toilet,"

Looking at the busy slaves, Li Baoqiang couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that no matter where it was, this world is still a world where the strong prey on the weak, force is sometimes one of the best ways to solve problems.

The other slave leaders looked at Li Baoqiang with a calm look and thought of making friends. Isn’t it okay to make friends if I don’t go against this tough Asian man?

Li Baoqiang also thought of this incident. A hero and three gangs cannot offend everyone.

Li Baoqiang waved to the other slaves, raised the bottle of wine and cigarettes and signaled them. The slaves immediately understood what Li Baoqiang meant. They handed out an olive branch, but they still had to accept it. There were many friends. Is it a way?

The other slaves turned around and took out the treasured cured meat from under their beds, tobacco and alcohol, and came to Li Baoqiang in one go. Regardless of whether they were able to speak or not, tobacco and alcohol were the best international language. Since eating and drinking were open, the atmosphere was It suddenly became harmonious.

The chimpanzee Tyson was chopped to death by other slaves, and was still outside the house, waiting for dawn, and the guards threw him into the nameless alley.

All night was fine. After dawn, after having a bad breakfast, Li Baoqiang and several other slaves smiled knowingly, and the few people slowly walked towards the mine with the starting team.

...

Li Baoqiang's life was pretty good, but the team searching for him had reached more than 1,500 people, scattered on the vast African grasslands.

But no one expected that the strong wind would blow Li Baoqiang to a small country on the west coast of Africa. The team he was looking for would have gained nothing in the next month.

However, there are radio contacts between the teams. Once Li Baoqiang's traces are found, the team will gather immediately.

There are still results. On the edge of a huge rock, Wang Zhiming found two white bones, one covered with blood and one smashed hanging basket.

Hu Shengsong was called over, and he immediately recognized that the hanging basket was on the hot air balloon that Li Baoqiang rode.

The two white bones were obviously gnawed by wild beasts, but their height was not as tall as Li Baoqiang, so Wang Zhiming felt a little relieved.

The boss would not die so easily. He is the protagonist. If the protagonist dies, how can the story continue? Wang Zhiming can only comfort himself like this.

Several deep ruts stretched out into the distance, Wang Zhiming and Hu Shengsong decided to search forward along the ruts

...

Today, the 500 people who were Li Baoqiang were in need to dig the iron ore in the tunnel, go into the mine cave, and walk down the stepped mine. The mine has a depth of 30 meters, and there are different operating areas for mining and ore dressing in the well. There are also light holes.

The slaves used iron axes at the bottom of the cave, and carved the iron cone on the hard stone wall, chiseled the ore, and then carried it on humans. The stone powder in the mine was filled with it, and the mud seeped out from the groundwater was dirty, dark, tired, and quickly swallowed it. With the physical strength of the slaves, a group of people would be replaced every time and would take turns going down the well to mine.

Li Baoqiang's group had just come on shift. He climbed up along the wooden scaffolding, took off the protective cap woven by wicker, and greedily breathed the fresh air outside, and had just breathed heavily.

Suddenly the earth was shaking, as if a huge train was driving by the side. The earth trembled for a moment. Looking around, the slaves and guards were all shaking on the ground, with a panic look. Then, looking at the entrance of the mine shaft that had just climbed out, it was already It's flat.

The slaves' expressions changed from panic to fear, and they were almost buried alive.

A landslide.

There are more than 200 slaves in the mine.

The guards were at a loss, and these rough men who could only whip people were stunned when they faced this situation they had never experienced.

"Save people, save people quickly," Li Baoqiang was the first to wake up from shock.

Although he became a slave, he still had family and hoped to survive. Everyone was looking forward to a day of reunion. This was Li Baoqiang's idea, so Li Baoqiang thought of saving people at the first time.

But many slaves don't think so. Everyone comes from different countries. Now they eat in a big pot in the mines, fight for food and fight on weekdays, and they have no deep feelings for each other.

"If there are too many dead people, maybe you can eat more supper," some people thought.

"There is a slave in it, God is really open to his eyes," someone else thought.

"The mine is more than 30 meters below, so I'm just digging," said a man coldly.

Seeing that everyone was hesitating, Li Baoqiang was anxious. The value of life was obviously more important in his mind.

Although he had no feelings for more than 200 people underground, and even had his opponents, Li Baoqiang just couldn't tolerate hundreds of people being buried alive in front of him, but did not give any help.

"There is still a rescue, and there is still a chance,"
Chapter completed!