The most crucial thing was that everyone watched Yang Fei and Brother Zhou slaughter the supervisors and mercenaries as if killing chickens and dogs.

Everyone finally realized that those usually almighty figures were, in fact, mere flesh and blood; they too could die and be wounded.

Seeing the powerful Rat Jack, everyone saw the dawn of freedom.

Agu's words were full of incitement.

To those who heard them, it was as if sparks hit gasoline, and everyone's gaze towards the mercenaries gradually changed.

Thousands of slaves had a murderous look in their eyes.

They transformed from sheepish lambs, numb and awaiting death, into vicious wolves.

The soldiers guarding the slaves gradually felt something was amiss, but they couldn't quite say what.

Finally, a slave suddenly lunged at the nearest sentry.

"Kill these devils, I want to go home!"

The sentry panicked and fired the gun.

The slave was hit in the abdomen but had already pounced on him, gripping his throat tightly.

This small incident was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Almost simultaneously, countless slaves rushed towards the sentries closest to them.

The entire slave detention perimeter was thrown into chaos at once.

Not far away, the machine gunner began to sweep the slaves with heavy machine gun fire, and countless slaves were struck down in droves, bodies piling up like mountains.

Yet the surviving slaves surged like a tide, killing the machine gunners.

They seized the firearms, turned the barrels, and started shooting at the sentries.

Agu watched this sudden change with astonishment and delight, shouting even more fervently.

"Kill them, kill these man-eating devils, return to your family!"

The entire mining grounds boiled over.

Countless oppressed slaves stood up together and fought fiercely with the sentries.

The slave numbers were more than three times that of the mercenaries, and with the sudden riot, it was impossible to control.

The most elite mercenaries had been frightened, their souls shattered by Yang Fei and his group's slaughter, steadily retreating.

The other mercenaries, after killing the initial resisters, were immediately surrounded by the swarming slaves.

There were angry slaves on all sides, leaving no way to escape.

Instantly, the entire mine was filled with shouting and killing.

A batch of slaves fell, but more rose up, pressing forward regardless of their lives against the defending mercenaries.

By nightfall, the slave rebel army had completely gained the upper hand.

Most mercenaries were wiped out, only a lucky few managed to escape.

The oppressed slaves lit a towering blaze, captured all the supervisors, strapped them to iron racks, poured gasoline, and lit the sky lanterns.

They vented their anger and joy with this most violent method.

Watching over a dozen supervisors screaming in agony on the iron racks, consumed by flames, Yang Fei felt very calm.

In fact, even Yang Fei did not anticipate things would unfold to this extent, but upon reflection, it made sense.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance; the poisonous fire in the hearts of these slaves had been bottled up for too long.

Yang Fei and Agu's resistance merely ignited the flame ahead of time.

Yang Fei, Agu, and Brother Zhou, who led the resistance against the mercenaries, became heroes in the hearts of these thousand slaves.

Brother Zhou and Yang Fei did not favor the uproar, whereas Agu, amid the crowd, climbed onto the platform to give a speech.

Yang Fei suspected that Agu had probably engaged in pyramid selling back home.

When talking about freedom and ideals, this guy rattled on endlessly, one speech after another, prompting the crowd to cheer and applaud vigorously, the atmosphere incredibly intense.

Brother Zhou squeezed beside Yang Fei and handed him a cigar, lighting it for him personally.

Yang Fei took a deep draw, feeling a spicy taste stinging his nose, fondly recalling his lost Red River filter.

"How is it, not accustomed to smoking?"

Brother Zhou laughed softly, lit one for himself, but was choked into coughing repeatedly.

He discarded the cigar and extended a hand to Yang Fei.

"Brother, let's formally meet, I'm Zhou Daguang, a retired lieutenant from the Huaxia A Zone Field Army, Eighteenth Army Special Reconnaissance Camp."

Yang Fei solemnly shook hands with him, saying lightly, "Jack, saluting the elder."

Zhou Daguang looked over Yang Fei, his face full of admiration.

"Don't call me elder, just call me Old Zhou."

"Compared to you, my individual combat skills are rubbish; I wonder where the brother was respected before, and how you ended up here?"

Yang Fei smiled faintly, "Old Zhou, I respect you as a good man."

"I can't disclose my identity, but I also don't want to deceive you; you'd better call me Rat Jack?"

Zhou Daguang nodded in understanding.

"A strong person like you would never be a nobody."

"I can understand if you don't want to reveal your identity; what do you think we should do next?"

Yang Fei sighed, "The real fight is just beginning."

"Although I'm not familiar with the situation, I know that the warlords who can occupy such a large mine can't have just this bit of troops."

"If I'm not mistaken, the enemy is likely already assembling forces, preparing to attack the mine."

Zhou Daguang nodded, "You're very right."

"This entire mining area is owned by the major warlord Beldomcen; it's his Cornucopia, he won't give it up easily."

Yang Fei nodded, somewhat curious, "What kind of person is Beldomcen? How did you end up here?"

Zhou Daguang shook his head and sighed.

"After retiring, I spent two years at home, later at the invitation of a comrade, I went abroad to work as a mercenary."

"Later, during a mission, we failed, many brothers died, I was seriously injured, and sold as a slave here."

Saying this, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Beldomcen was originally a powerful general in this small African country."

"After the country's civil unrest, this guy simply gathered his troops and became the king of mercenaries; this diamond mine is just one of his private properties."

Yang Fei looked at the thousand or so slaves, at least half with yellow skin and black eyes, Asians, and sighed.

"So, when Beldomcen sends heavy troops over, these people will certainly die."

Zhou Daguang nodded, looking at Yang Fei earnestly.

"Brother, I know you don't belong here, but we can't ignore the lives of these thousand people."

Yang Fei sighed again, faced with the burning battle, he too felt a sense of helplessness.

"How can we manage the lives of a thousand people?"

Yang Fei said, gently rubbing his Yang Acupoint, feeling quite the headache.

In such a turbulent time, preserving the lives of over a thousand people would not be easy!

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