After a simple cleaning of the bathroom, each prisoner received his breakfast - a cup of white paste, like flour brewed with hot water.

No one drank it at first, some hesitated, and some bowed their heads to pray. The contents of their prayers were varied, but Yu Feichen listened carefully, and most of the prayers were to thank "Yor Yalla".

The general idea of ​​the prayer is that in the ancient times when there were storms, ice froze everything. The ancestors named Yor Yalla cut through thorns like steel, crossed the city walls that were colder than frozen ice, and passed through the city walls that were as cold as the tip of a knife.

After trekking through jagged rocks and a river that was half cold water and half ice, we arrived at the sacred land of Korosa, where spring flowers bloom. We came to a land overflowing with bread, milk and flowers.

Suddenly, the sound of a whip breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Screams resounded throughout the barracks, and all prayers stopped. People looked over and saw a man being whipped to the ground by the returning steward. The whip was surrounded by countless iron barbs.

His clothes were scratched, and the skin on his back was torn. He was rolling on the ground in pain, holding his head, and red blood stained the ground.

"Bang!" the steward whipped down again and loudly shouted in the center of the barracks: "This is the pig food given to the traitors by the loyal people of the God of Truth. It is the unearned product of the Korosa bastards. Now, each of you give it to me

Use your labor to atone your sins to the God of truth.”

Combining the rhetoric of the two parties, Yu Feichen felt that he had roughly pieced together the origins of the two countries.

Perhaps, some people left the original bitter cold land, came to Korosa, and thrived in this place. The people who stayed there continued to believe in the God of Truth and continued their lives - and at the same time witnessed

The Korosa people are becoming increasingly wealthy and prosperous, and even have control over scarce coal resources, leaving them far behind.

As for whether the "God of Truth" and "Yor Yalla" exist, and whether this story is really correct, it may not matter. In fact, the coal mine alone is enough to provoke wars in countless countries.

Bai Song stared at the cup for a while, then held his nose and drank it.

"Like swill," he said.

Yu Feichen did not refuse to eat it this time. Swill was better than cinders after all, and he had to maintain his minimum physical strength.

After today's breakfast, the prisoners were greeted by large trucks like yesterday. They were divided into four teams and boarded the corresponding trucks. All the buildings in this place were separated by high walls, making it impossible to see far away.

Once the truck door was closed, the prisoners could not figure out the route.

Yu Feichen leaned against the wall of the car to estimate the direction. The place where the truck stopped should be northeast of the shelter.

The brick kiln is not big, it is a building with a large workshop, a tall bun-shaped clay kiln, and a tall chimney.

Among the seven people in their barracks, the chemistry teacher, the monk, and the small man were assigned to cut and lay out the bricks made of clay, and left them. The big-nosed man was assigned to make charcoal and was also taken away. Yu Feichen and

Bai Song, a blond man working in the furnace. Together with twenty other strong adult men, they are responsible for moving the newly fired bricks out of the furnace and stacking them on a truck, which will

Bricks are transported to where they are needed.

In order to save time and allow the bricks to be loaded onto the truck as quickly as possible, the prisoners had to run in as soon as the kiln door opened. They had to brave the scalding heat and brick-red smoke to take down the scalding bricks and pile them up.

On the iron trolley. At first, many people hesitated when faced with the steaming bricks, but the sound of the whip kept ringing all the time, and if they slacked off for a moment, the barbed barbs would penetrate deeply into the skin.

inside, and then opened a long, fleshy and outward opening.

After half a day like this, everyone's palms were covered with bloody blisters.

Yu Feichen's situation was better. He was faster than others, and the brick stayed in his hand for a very short time. A young guard passed by him with a whip, his eyes full of contempt and scrutiny, and he seemed to be looking for trouble - but there was really no trouble.

Looking for him, in the end he could only be whipped viciously on the ground at his feet.

Perhaps because of insufficient manpower, these guards were not well-trained soldiers, but locals wearing ill-fitting uniforms. The young man with the whip still looked green and timid in the morning.

As the morning passed, his eyes had become ferocious. He looked around for lazy prisoners and whipped them many times.

Fire, heat, screams, blisters, and blood. The sweat on the prisoners' bodies condensed with the red brick ash, and the brick ash seeped into the blisters on their palms, causing heartbreaking pain. Most of them had died before yesterday

They all live a decent life, have no worries about food and clothing, and greet each other warmly and politely. However, at this moment - in the endless humiliation of being transformed from a human being into a slave without dignity, even if the eyes of the two captives meet, they

They just lowered their eyes and continued to move the bricks.

At noon, the prisoners gathered together to eat bread. Yu Feichen walked outside. The eating place and the toilet behind the brick kiln were guarded, but the narrow corridor connecting the two places was unmanned because there was a high wall on the outside and a wall on the inside.

The wall makes it impossible for captives to escape.

Yu Feichen estimated the height of the kiln wall, stood up and took a few steps to run. Then he kicked hard on the outer wall to use his strength and jumped onto the kiln wall. The surface of the kiln wall was rough, which made it easy for him to use his strength and climb up a few times.

Finally, he came to the top of the kiln and used the chimney to block his body.

The terrain here was originally higher. After climbing to the top of the kiln, he finally had a clear view of the entire shelter.

——The shelter is very large, and it takes at least half an hour to walk across. The high wall separates five areas. He has a brick kiln in the northeast corner, and there are kitchens, kennels and some gardens for growing vegetables next to it. The northwest corner is the residence of the soldiers.

In the central area are several long cement-colored buildings, which look like prisoner barracks. The southwest is under construction, and the southeast area is the largest, with many gray low buildings and a huge cylindrical gray tower. On the ground

You can vaguely see the vertical and horizontal pipelines, which look like the original facilities of a chemical plant.

At this moment, he saw thick white smoke floating like clouds from the top of the gray dome tower, and a snow-white cloud appeared in the gray sky, which was blown away by the wind in an instant.

Memorizing the route to the entire shelter, he jumped back to where he came from and returned to the crowd.

People are also looking at the white smoke coming from the northeast.

"What is that?" someone asked.

No one answered him, some looked puzzled, some had no response, and a few stared at the fleeting white smoke, their faces full of sadness.

After a full three minutes, a guard raised his eyes, sneered and said, "Stove."

Yu Feichen lowered his eyes.

There was no possibility of treating the prisoners well in this asylum, and he knew he had to hurry up.

When it was almost dusk, the work in the brick kiln came to an end. The prisoners' bodies were already covered with brick dust, so they had a chance to take a bath. This made Yu Feichen feel that this day was bearable.

He brought back two iron barbs that fell from the whip from the brick kiln. Bai Song's performance was beyond his expectation - he brought back a brick directly.

"I can't sleep, sir," he said to the guard. "I need a pillow, even though it's so hard."

The guard looked at his blistered hands, snorted from his nose, and said, "That will be your reward for a whole day of atonement."

The soot got into the lungs, and everyone in the barracks coughed all night.

"This place is like hell." The monk was trembling all over and said with a nervous tremor in his voice, "What did we do wrong?"

"The motherland will save us." Bai Song turned to him and said to the monks, "The Black Chapter Army suddenly attacked our city. This is unjust. The troops in the unoccupied cities in Korosa are also

Other righteous countries will come to our rescue."

The monk's lips trembled: "But do they know where we are?"

Bai Song straightened up while holding on to the wall, and wanted to pat his shoulder, but suddenly froze.

He trembled all over and looked at the foot of the wall in fear——

His three bloody fingers scratched three fresh blood stains on the wall.

——Exactly the same as the three traces that appeared mysteriously last night, but the freshness is different.

Yu Feichen put his right hand on his shoulder.

Bai Song took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a little.

"You can sleep for a while first," Yu Feichen said to them, "I will wake you up before twelve o'clock."

"What do you mean?" the blond man asked him.

"After twelve o'clock," Yu Feichen considered his words, "Some... bizarre things may happen. You will know by then."

After a pause, he said, "Maybe he can help us escape."

After speaking, he ignored their questioning and closed his eyes.

The night before yesterday, two people disappeared in this barracks. Last night, there were also strange changes in the barracks, so tonight must be no exception.

At twelve o'clock, the bell rings.

Yu Feichen opened his eyes.

He used a lighter to illuminate the base of the wall. The three blood stains had changed from fresh not long ago to extremely old, and Bai Song looked like he was suffering from neurasthenia.

He was not good at comforting people, so he just picked up the brick that Bai Song had brought.

After the officer easily pried open the iron lock with a piece of iron wire, the superintendent changed the lock on the door and replaced it with a new copper lock that looked much tighter.

Yu Feichen used bricks to smash the lock. The soil here was very sticky and the bricks were as hard as rocks. After a few hits, he heard the sound of the lock cylinder loosening.

"What are you doing?" screamed the monk. "They will hear you."

Yu Feichen stopped moving and let the dead silence around him tell the monk the answer.

Putting down the brick, he twisted the two iron spikes together and inserted them into the keyhole.

After a few tries, the copper lock clicked open.

With a "creak" sound, Yu Feichen opened the iron door and walked out.

Deadly silent corridor.

And the dead silent barracks.

He went to the bathroom and used a lighter to heat the iron soap box next to the sink. In the soap box was a piece of public low-quality butter soap. The soap was quickly baked into a pool of translucent grease. Then he tore it from his clothes.

The next piece of fine cloth was soaked in grease, with only a short end exposed - the linen cloth is resistant to burning and can barely be used as a wick.

Yu Feichen lit the cloth with a lighter, and the soap box turned into a simple oil lamp.

Dim light illuminates the empty corridor.
To be continued...