In the war between the Federation and the Empire, the most important and probably the only bargaining chip that the latter could place on the negotiation table was its huge population base and the terrifying explosive power that could be produced under the cruel and brutal rule of the Imperial Family. Of course, the premise of this sentence was that the warring parties were willing to sit on both sides of the negotiation table.
The Empire that ruled the entire Left Sky Star Region had a population of 90 billion, not to mention the countless private slaves and runaways that were not registered. Corresponding to the huge population, the social class segregation and the gap between the rich and the poor had reached a level that the Federation could not imagine.
Li Ban Star had many beautiful scenery such as the spectacular Crimson Tower, Pine Cone Ridge, Yellowstone, tens of thousands of stone peaks and a green ocean of mulberry trees. The planet had earned a lot of wealth from the silk industry and tourism, especially after His Majesty the Emperor designated this place as a special tourist area and began to implement a strict interracial education policy. The future of the planet was incomparably bright.
However, with the outbreak of war, the tourism industry was in trouble. Because of the new living policy of the Empire, and because the smuggling channel to the Federation was interrupted, the silk industry was directly facing a situation of collapse.
The aristocrats still wanted to enjoy a luxurious life, so the pain caused by the war could only be borne by the lowest class of slaves. This beautiful planet gradually became like other administrative planets of the Empire, and the gap between the rich and the poor became more and more terrible.
But even under such circumstances, runaways were still a very rare phenomenon, especially at this time in the village area where the mulberry trees were located. It was extremely remote and inconvenient to travel. The so-called Empire law was often simply equivalent to the private army of the aristocrats, and no slaves had a chance to escape far away. Once a runaway slave was caught by the private army of the aristocrats, they would face a tragic end that was beyond the imagination of all kind people.
The coachman of Bayi Manor was called Du Zero. He did not have the courage to think about escaping the manor in his life. Even if he took his family to escape in the dark last night, running until his feet bled, he still clearly knew that he would be caught by the fierce private army of the manor before he could cross the mountain in front of him.
Just when he was at his most desperate, Du Zero saw a young girl with light chestnut hair draped over her shoulders. She was dressed in clean white clothes. While he was terrified, he could tell that the girl had an extremely pure aristocratic accent. It was even more authentic than the aristocrats from the neighboring town that he had served in the past.
If he had not been a coachman, this pitiful middle-aged man would not have any knowledge of the so-called aristocratic accent. But now that he heard it, he suddenly felt that he saw a ray of light in front of his somewhat blurred eyes. He pulled the frightened girl beside him and knelt down in front of the girl in white. He cried bitterly and said, "Yes, we are escaped slaves. Even if you ask me and my wife to die, I am willing to do so. But please save my daughter's life, miss."
Then, the coachman Du Ling told a very tragic story. The gist of it was that in the Bayi Manor, which he worked for, or rather worked for, girls often disappeared for no reason in the past year. Then, the next morning, they would become weak corpses with their eyes wide open in fear in the river. The scariest thing was that the skin on the backs of these dead girls had all been cut off. And the scariest thing was that the slaves and pariahs of the manor would occasionally discover that the young master's room used to hear the frightened screams of girls.
"There are already four of them. I don't want my poor daughter to be the fifth one!"
Du Ling cried bitterly and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed to the girl in white again and again. His snot and blood mixed together, which made him look very miserable.
The expression of the white-clothed girl, who still had an innocent look on her face, didn't change after listening to his narration. Only her beautiful hazel eyes slightly shrank. She had heard too many similar tragic stories in the Empire, but today, the coachman's narration was undoubtedly the most impactful one.
She pulled her light chestnut straight hair to the back of her head, took out the white handkerchief on her wrist and tied it tightly. Her movement was neat and tidy. She said to the family of three kneeling in front of her, "You go to Whirlpool Town and hide … for at least six days. Be careful, and you should be fine."
After saying that, she walked along the rugged dirt road to the depths of the quiet mulberry forest. From the other end of the dirt road came the sound of wheels rolling on the road, mixed with vulgar curses.
Coachman Du Ling looked at the girl's back and shouted in panic, "It's dangerous over there. Those guys can't recognize that you are a noble lady!"
But it was too late. The private soldiers of Bayi Manor who were in charge of hunting down the escaped slaves appeared in front of them in an old diesel car. These noble private soldiers, who were known for their cruelty, were obviously prepared to torture their target all the way back.
"Oh, what a beautiful girl!"
A bearded private soldier looked at the girl in white in front of the car and screamed excitedly.
However, the girl in white did not want to let this story, which had been repeated countless times in history, repeat itself. She directly interrupted his words.
Her light chestnut straight hair, which was simply tied into a ponytail, swayed in the wind of the mulberry forest. A small caliber pistol appeared in her hand out of nowhere. The gun barrel flashed, and the bullet tore through the air at high speed and accurately hit the private soldier's right shoulder.
Puff, puff, puff, puff. Muffled gunshots rang out continuously. The private soldiers of the noble manor were shot one after another. They rolled off the diesel car and painfully rolled on the wet muddy road.
Because of the need for governance, the Empire's gun control was even stricter than that of the Federation. Apart from a small number of noble private soldiers who were officially included in the military establishment, it was strictly prohibited to arm themselves with guns anywhere. This group of arrogant private soldiers saw this slave chase as a relaxing and joyful job as a spring outing. Before they set off, they did not think to apply for guns at all. They also did not expect that they would meet a young girl who could shoot continuously without batting an eyelid and with unbelievable accuracy.
The girl in white moved her gaze from the smoking gun barrel to the wounded private soldiers on the ground. She did not have a trace of sympathy or fear. She walked forward and calmly examined the wounds of these people, and then continued to walk into the distance.
Looking at her back disappear into the depths of the mulberry forest, one could faintly hear her mumbling strange words like the upper quadrant nerve was damaged, the phrenic nerve was torn, the blood loss was slow, and the loss of combat ability could be faintly heard. It gave one the feeling that she was reciting the answers to an exam.
The family of the escaped slaves who were hiding in the mulberry trees by the roadside gradually reacted. Coachman Du Ling looked at the empty depths of the mulberry forest in disbelief. Looking at the burly men who had fainted from the pain, he could not help but rub his eyes, unable to believe what he had seen.
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Yellowstone belonged to Her Majesty and the noble tourists of Tianjing Planet. The mulberry field at the foot of the mountain and everyone who lived there belonged to them. This was the understanding of the noble young master of Bayi Manor, Luo Kan, and countless generations of his ancestors.
Gently sliding his finger across the smooth leather, young master Luo Kan greedily felt the delicate touch from his fingertips. He praised, "Look at this hole, no kind of expensive fur can compare to it. Young virgins are indeed a shortcut to heaven."
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a young girl slowly walked in. Because of the backlight, only the edges of her light chestnut hair could be seen, and her face could not be seen clearly.
"Who's the one who found this replacement to please me? How can you do things at such an old age? "
Young master Luo Kan looked at the young girl angrily and cursed in a sharp voice. However, as the young girl's beautiful face appeared under the light, his voice paused slightly, and he sighed in satisfaction. "What a pair of mysterious eyes. You're really like a cat. Although you're a little older, you're very beautiful. I like you very much."
The young girl who walked in front of him was indeed as obedient and quiet as a cat. She opened her light eyes curiously and stared at the space between his legs.
Young master Luo Kan smiled obscenely and spread his legs so that she could see more clearly. However, he did not know that when a cat looked at something seriously with this kind of gaze, it was usually a precursor to launching an attack.
With a puff, the sharp knife in the young girl's hand slowly pierced into his lower abdomen.
Her white little hand slightly exerted force, and the knife slightly trembled and twisted in the young master's abdomen. She drew a clumsy circle and carelessly cut off the disgusting thing, as if she was cutting garbage.
The young girl seriously moved her hands. Under the dim light, the neat bangs on her forehead gently swayed.
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No matter how sharp the knife was, the process of slowly and clumsily cutting skin, fat, muscle, and nerves would be the most terrible and painful process in the world.
Young master Luo Kan's face was pale. He lowered his head to look at the spurting blood, and then raised his head to look at the young girl who had already jumped very far away. His lips slightly trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, only the most miserable scream could be heard.
He did not faint, but the pain was too much for him to faint. When the mournful howls entered his ears, he could no longer feel the so-called joy and happiness. When he looked at his own body that looked like a rotten leather bag by his feet, he could no longer feel a trace of the so-called beauty of a work of art.
At dusk.
Young master Ba Luo Kan's body was hung above the gate of his manor. His eyes were wide open in horror, and there was a horrible hole between his naked legs. The way he died was very horrible.
The setting sun was very warm.
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