C833 simian killing (1/2)

The warm March wind only brought a touch of green to Jiangnan, but further south, on the equatorial edge of the Sishui, the heat was like the air, water, and dense forest everywhere, intertwining every Chinese pig forever.

Sishui, Java Island's largest port, Indonesia's important rubber, tin, gold and silver ore distribution port, especially the production of rubber here, is the world's famous brand.

On the outskirts of Sishui City, in a lush and verdant rubber forest, countless labourers toiled hard at their work. In the deeper part of the camp, under the watch of bamboo fences, dogs, and Pahlian knife that were in the hands of natives, the bamboo houses were where the suffering workers were stationed.

Back then, when he swept through Fujian, he was an outstanding messenger under the King's army. He was proficient in the army's flags, and a single horn could blow out 13 different kinds of orders.

When he was in the enemy camp at night, he had used a dagger to cut off the throats of three Purging Demons s. In the female camp, he was always the most lovable and outstanding young lad.

But now, lying on the bamboo bed, his eye sockets were sunken, his chest ribs were emerging one by one, and between his heavy breathing, there was even a hollow cough.

Malaria was wreaking havoc within his body. He felt like he didn't have much time left. The cold and heat intersected as if he was travelling through two hells. Sometimes, he really wished he could just die like that.

There was a bowl of porridge on the table, it was already cold, flies and many unknown bugs were circling above. According to the rules of rubber garden, if you couldn't work, you would have no food to eat, and if you couldn't eat, you could only wait for death.

This bowl of porridge was left over from the mouths of each of his brothers in the room. For the sake of his brothers' friendship, he could not give up.

Struggling to sit up, he leaned against the bamboo wall. The hot wind was blowing through the cracks in the wall. Why was the sky so blue? Free seabirds flew about as if they were in heaven.

After dispersing the flies and bugs, he grabbed the cold porridge and stuffed it into his mouth. When the salty taste filled his mouth, he was stunned. He never thought that someone would actually add a lot of salt to his porridge.

Tears streamed down his face. He saw a corner of the camp where his younger brother Luo Gou was currently being hung by the security guards of the rubber garden. The whip fiercely whipped his body and the two black dogs around him were currently arrogantly barking.

His own brother had no other way to save him, and there were no doctors in the entire camp, much less medicine. The pig food he ate did not have any nutritional value, maybe Luo Gou remembered what he had told him back then, that he had to eat more salt to increase his strength.

His brother was afraid that he would die, so he actually stole a small handful of salt from the kitchen and sprinkled it into his porridge. I want to live, just as I want to live for my brothers who have been whipped.

The flames seemed to have burned all the germs and toxins in his body. He had to defeat the disease, he had decided to lead his brothers to kill their way out, just like how he did with Dragon Eye last month and the brothers in Jakarta. Killing the guards and taking away their weapons was a must.

This bastard, if he doesn't let us live, then let's fight to the death.

”Pig …” Piggy... Qing Guo Nu... ”Plaits …” The black skinny Nan Yang indigenous monkey scolded Luo Gou back and forth with only a few sentences in Chinese. Luo Gou had already been whipped into a pool of blood.

”I... No Braids... I am not Qing Guo Nu! ”Pui …” A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Luo Gou's mouth onto the face of the native monkey.