Chapter 1197: Maserah's anger

"Hands!"
The roar of the slaves continued to reverberate in the quarry.
The guards ran over with the sword, only to find that the slaves who were dragging their heavy ankles ran faster than them.
The long-term high-intensity labor made the slaves develop a strong endurance. Although their explosive power is not strong, but for today's actions, these slaves also made full efforts.
The yearning for freedom and the hatred of the rulers have made the slaves unbelievable, even dragging their ankles and fighting with the heavily armed guards with their own sticks!
"Kill!" The black-skinned slave screamed.
The slaves of this era naturally couldn’t scream the impassioned revolutionary slogan. But their voices are all from the heart, and the appeal in their companions is hard to match in any other speech.
"kill!"
As the leader roared, the other slaves swarmed and dragged the thin body to attack the soldiers next to them.
Hey!
A black-skinned slave who talked to an "old man" last night was detained by a guardian who was kept with a slap in the face, and his head rolled to the feet of the old man.
Until the moment of death, the slave was still glaring, licking half of the teeth, and his face was angry and decisive.
The blood of the companion splashed on the face of the old man. He had long remembered how long he had lived, and even witnessed the development of human civilization from the primitive era to the slave society. The yellow face was distorted.
Then, strong anger began to boil in his heart.
"kill……"
He has always been obedient, and he did not even think about rebellion. He finally began to have a real sense of the concept of "resistance."
Just as they fought with the beasts, what these slaves did was to survive.
To be exact, they are trying to survive better, and they risk their lives and fight against the soldiers who hold the butcher's knife.
The old man knows that these slaves do not have their own "immortal body", and they are completely opposite to their own concept of life and death. The slaves fear death, just like themselves a long time ago, even if they are bitten by beasts, they must struggle to survive.
But now, these slaves have surpassed life and death. They don't even care about being killed. For the lofty goal, they are willing to sacrifice their lives!
"Kill." The old man said twitchingly.
The red-eyed soldier slashed his knife to his back neck, but the old man suddenly jumped forward, waving the stick in his hand and squatting on the soldier's helmet in an agile action that he could not do at all.
Boom!
After a long muffled sound, the top of the soldier's helmet was recessed, and his skull was broken. The old man looked down at the labor tools in his hand, and the turbid eyeball suddenly became clear.
This is the feeling of resistance.
The body of the old man trembled with excitement, and the weak limbs were filled with the power that did not know where it came from.
"I am still alive...so I can resist."
Until standing in the killing field, the old man finally felt the real feeling of "living". The pain of many years seems to be the foundation for this moment, and he finally understands what he should do.
Then rebel, shred everything that is in front of you.
The old man who did not know how long he had endured, on that day, found the meaning of his existence.
......
"It is like this."
After reading the "movie" that the war observers broadcast at high speed, Lin Chi also understood the truth of the matter.
Although there is only a beginning, why the reason why Maserah wants to retaliate is already very clear:
This poor man was only for rebellion at first, until the body was weak and dysfunctional because of aging, and did not give up resistance and revenge.
After learning the truth, the current Maserah has become even more angry.
"You have been watching me all the time..."
Sitting in the corner of the cell, the "Zombie", staring at the green eyes, stared at the window of the cell: "I will never let you go!"
His voice is not big, and the resentment in the tone is genuine. Upon hearing this, the war observer shook his head and stood in front of the iron window, raising his hand and knocking on the metal railing:
"It’s none of my business. These pictures were recorded by the old man. In his words, it’s an observation sample. If you want revenge, go find him. I don’t want to take this pot.

"Observing the sample..."
After the war observers uttered this word, Masla Sala stood up and experienced the wanciful dry skin of tens of thousands of years, trembled along with the bones and internal organs below:
"I just made me look like this in order to observe the sample? Just for this, I will not give me eternal death?"
"Ah, I have to say this in advance, the eternal death does not exist." The war observer smiled: "The dead people you saw, their consciousness has not disappeared. As for where they went, I can slightly Explain that it may be more painful than you?"
"..."
The voice of Maserala is like the roar of an injured animal. Just as the war observers planned to continue to speak, a steady male voice that appeared to be a majestic gas field appeared in the passage of the prison:
"Don't say anything extra."
"I just came to talk to him." The war observer's awkward back was straight and straight.
The man who spoke just did not show up, but it was obviously the legendary designer, and when I saw another uninvited guest, the designer who had met Lin’s face was not surprised. :
"Don't bring unrelated people here."
"Okay, let's go." The war observers in the shape of the bald guards gave Lin Chi a look and turned and left along the narrow aisle.
However, Lin Chi still stood in the same place.
"You should leave." The designer's tone is very unfriendly.
"Ok……"
Seeing that the war observer has left, Lin Chi knows that this place should not be left for a long time, but just as he intends to quit, Ma Shisala is like a mad dog roar, which stops his movements:
"It doesn't make sense to catch me... The Oasis Army will destroy you!"
Oasis Army?
When I heard this familiar name, Lin Chi suddenly realized what it was: the "Mr. Spencer" that he and the blood blade met was under the umbrella of this Oasis Army.
Can it be said that the mysterious organization is also from the hands of Masa Sala?
"Leave here, never come back."
With the voice of the designer, Lin Chi’s eyes were dark and the five senses began to move quickly.
At the last moment before being kicked out of this map, he seems to have heard the designer's interrogation lines:
"Tell me the location of the Oasis Army Base, I will give you death."