Even though these former slaves harbored the empire and hatred of the slave traders, allowing them to shoot and kill the slave dealers in front of them without hesitation, but they still couldn't do as good as a real soldier. Quality.

The bullet fired from the compartment shredded the young man's head, and five sharp metal fragments killed him. In fact, he didn't have to die here, he just had to hide a little, but the problem was that he didn't do that.

Dozens of people rushed out of the room at the supply station with guns. Some fired into the sky, asking passengers to roll back into the compartment, and another group began to attack each compartment. They will also shout before the attack, let the people inside surrender and ensure the safety of the opponent, but this behavior has little effect, especially if their companions are killed when they show up. If there were soldiers or police of the Empire outside the carriage, they might surrender, at least they don't have to worry about being killed.

But this group of people didn't look like soldiers, police, or the like, which seemed to be black and black. Don't expect God to reach out and help you while you're alive, just like you should never expect him to not push you into **** after you die, this sentence is still very reasonable. Instead of resisting to greet the arrival of death, why not fight for it, maybe you can win?

The chaotic gun battle lasted a long time, and the pungent blood smell filled the passenger compartment with crying and cursing sounds—not cursing the “robbers” outside the compartment, but cursing those crying people and letting them Close your mouth and don't draw the robbers into the carriage!

Human nature is sometimes so interesting. We must show our toughness and authority to the good side, and to compromise and satisfy as much as possible with the terrorist and violence side. It is not the distortion of human nature, but the fact that one has grown up and knows when to show what kind of character.

The gunfire, which lasted for more than twenty minutes, finally calmed down completely, all the compartment doors were opened, and the "robbers" looked at everything inside the compartment with a blue face, just like they had suffered, like a hell. The slightly younger women curled up and hid in the corners of the carriages, either indifferent to outside changes or insane. Men and children are also full of numbness, and the sick faces are a desperate gray.

"My fellows, you are free!"

This sentence was translated into more than 20 languages ​​and spread in every hard-working carriage. These undressed people gradually recovered their consciousness, and their eyes were filled with glory. They couldn't believe what happened. , But it really is.

After all the slaves were rescued and transferred, the group of people left quickly. The train conductor was so frightened that he waited for ten minutes at the supply station and didn't see anyone return. Then he was completely relieved. He asked the flight attendants to help him change the catalyst, and started the train to the next station as fast as possible.

News of the slave train being hijacked spread across the west, but everyone who knew it treated it differently.

The miners knew this and behaved very calmly, even indifferently. No matter how much the slave traffickers lost, they did n’t have any relationship with them. They thought that the people who had taken the slaves might be the local bandit bandits in the west. I do n’t know which group was too poor. To the extent that the slaves were unwilling to let go. Mixed into this look, they dare not plunder the mining area. This group of robbers can only be described by waste.

The bandits and robbers knew about this, and they were all guessing whether any big man recently opened a new mine and took out a big order for his peers, so that the peers looted the steam locomotive. . When some miners are under pressure to mine a mine, they have no time to place orders with slave traders for the next transaction. So they will issue a bonus order, or directly designate a familiar criminal gang to get them what they want.

Of course, paying extra money for this is a matter of course. For such a high risk of looting a steam locomotive, the return is of course higher.

When the official heard the news, it was nothing more than adding a bit of pain to the painful headache. Anyway, trouble is like lice. When there are one or two, it may make you feel uncomfortable, but there are more lice. It is uncomfortable, and a bunch is uncomfortable. Gradually used to uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable.

As for Meinong ... he didn't have this headache, it was another thing.

A few years ago, he used an old man with a scarlet dawn as the party whip of the Kadima to maintain his orthodox image status, but soon he had some conceptual conflicts with the party whip. He chose a radical approach to lead the Kadima Party into this political game as soon as possible, hoping to get the governor's position as soon as possible, and then compete for the supreme power of the Empire. However, the party whip, that is, Mr. Shapker, thinks that the pace of Mennon is too large. Working with capitalists is like lighting the house for heating. If you are not careful, your majesty will give birth to a soul that tears the soul. Pain.

The two people's different views also made the Kadima a major disagreement for the first time since the party was formed, and finally Mennon asked his secretary to convince Shapuk. If the leader of the Kadima is Mr. Kesma, Shapuk can sacrifice himself to make him awake, but the current leader is only the horse dealer in Mennon, and Mr. Shapk is not planning to die for him, so he takes a A group of people with the same philosophy left the Kadima party and returned home.

Just from last night to this morning, Shapuk suddenly stood up and uttered a voice. He directly questioned whether Mennon's policy in the west could continue smoothly, and secondly questioned whether Mennon became the leader of the Kadima Party. Orthodox heritage. In other words, Shapk thinks that Mennon has stolen the benefits of Scarlet Dawn, and he is not a good person.

If other people question the problems caused by Mennonite, they are definitely not as serious as those of Shapuk. Shapuk was a member organization from the first day of Scarlet Dawn. It can be said that he is a veteran and founder of Scarlet Dawn. One of them. His words are very authoritative. Far from being comparable to the horse dealer of Mennonite, some discordant voices have appeared again in the Kadima Party. Some people think that the Mennonite has moved away from everyone's original thoughts-change this The times make everyone happy.

Although everyone knows that this is a nonsense original intention of treading a horse, no matter how nonsense, this is also the "program" established by Scarlet Dawn.

In recent years, Memnon has cooperated with capitalists in a wild way. By working with capitalists to exploit the working class that oppresses the West, they have gained the friendship of the capital class, leveraging the interests of everyone in the West to leverage their power on the political stage. His actions and practices have severely violated the program, and a word of Shapuk immediately shaken some people, and these people are also the backbone members of the Kadima.

Memnon is very good at camouflage. He makes all his actions seem to create a beautiful era for everyone, such as the three guarantees policy. But on the other hand, think carefully. Behind all his policies, some shadows of capitalists have appeared. He has betrayed the program and betrayed the original intention of Scarlet Dawn.

Of course, human nature is always complicated. Some people pursue a purely idealized world, while others are willing to stand on the ground. Some people are against Mennonite, so naturally a group of people will support Mennonite. These are the vested interests after Mennonir entered the political arena. In the past, they could not see the members of the extremist organization. Now they can wear smart formal clothes, and the oil and flour appear in front of people, and they have more or less power.

They are no longer living rats in the sewers ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but people living in the sun, they support Mennon from the heart, and hope that Mennon can continue to go.

The sudden emergence of a crisis within the party has shown signs of division. Once some members of the Kadima party leave the party, this will become the biggest political stain on Mennon, and it will affect all his plans next.

He must resolve this matter as soon as possible, before the eyes of the people of the whole country are focused on the west!

"What do you want from me?" At this moment, Mennon was a little bit embarrassed, and had a completely different change from his usual image maintenance. He tore his own collar, rubbed his hair, bent over and sat down on the chair, snarling in a low voice: "It doesn't do you any good to smell me, Sharpe! You can't be a leader No one wants to follow you. I fail, it means we all fail! "

"This is not the success I want, Mennon." Although Shapk's voice in the earpiece was aging, it was very firm.

Menon suddenly stood up, grabbed his ashtray, and threw it out fiercely. "What do you want? Money? Power? Status? A woman? Or a bullet that penetrates your head?"

"Tell me, you bastard, how on earth can you stop the stupid thing you are doing!"

"We have known each other for thirty years, and I never thought that the first person who stabbed me in the back would be you, Shapuk!"

On the other side of the phone, Sharpe laughed, "It is twenty-six years, three months, and eleven days. In addition, I need to remind you that you will always be the treacherous horse dealer who dresses the horse as a healthy horse to sell to us. "

"The orangutan is in human clothes and cannot become a human, Mr. Mennon!"

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