National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Chapter 185 Live for Freedom

As the sky gradually darkened, lights were turned on in the main building and the slaves returned to the basement.

Under the dim light, there were dirty slaves everywhere, and the unpleasant stench filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

"How is it, did you find it?" Zhang Yang came and sat down in front of Ken Kubo.

"Yeah." Ken Cooper held the blue bird pendant tightly in his hands and closed his eyes.

Living in such an unbearable scene, the only way to find peace in your heart is to close your eyes.

Zhang Yang already understood the general layout of the camp, and could clearly recall the appearance and patrolling habits of the guards when he closed his eyes.

Including watchtowers, toilets, kitchens, bunkers that are still under construction, and trenches that have been dug...

"I'm going to rebel tonight." Zhang Yang approached Kenkubo. Although his words were light, they attracted the attention of the surrounding slaves.

Ken Kubo turned around in surprise, and several pairs of eyes around him followed suit.

Their eyes were like bats in a dark cave, all looking towards Zhang Yang.

"You." Ken Kubo's lips were slightly open, indicating not only the rebellion itself but also the volume of Zhang Yang's words.

He knew that the slaves might report him, so why would he add to the risk?

"Isn't it too fast..." Ken Kubo pulled Zhang Yang and reminded him in a low voice.

He has only been here for one day, and he's already trying to overthrow the deep-rooted rule here?

"Do you believe me?" Zhang Yang did not ask that question, but asked a question in return.

"Of course I believe you, my friend. After all, you are the one who can conjure up a blue bird."

"Okay, your words are enough." Zhang Yang smiled faintly, gently pulled away Cohenkubo's hand, and looked at the other slaves.

"Do you want to go out?" Seeing that everyone heard it, Zhang Yang simply stood up.

While speaking, Zhang Yang's eyes wandered over the half-naked, skinny slave laborers.

They sat on the ground in various postures, with hope, suspicion and indifference in their eyes.

"My friend Kenn Kubo, looking for his bluebird during the day."

Zhang Yang raised his hand high, showing a blue bird pendant.

Ken Cooper tightened his grip to make sure his own were still behind him, then looked up.

"This bird spreads its wings and can fly freely in the sky. It represents freedom." Zhang Yang introduced it to all the slave laborers.

"Do you yearn for freedom?" Zhang Yang asked a soul-searching question.

No one answered. The slaves were already exhausted from the extreme exploitation during the day. They looked at each other, waiting for others to give the answer first.

"Desire." During the long silence, Victor raised his hand.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, he shrank back weakly:

"But it's no use."

“Yes, this is nonsense, we all desire freedom, but we have all lost our freedom.

You guys would like to be bluebirds if you could, right?"

Zhang Yang raised his other hand, which contained a ball of soil.

Under the rubbing of Zhang Yang's fingers, it gradually turned into a blue bird ornament exactly the same as before.

Wow...

Two bluebirds!

This shocking scene caused ripples of whispers among the crowd.

The slave laborers' initial suspicion and indifference gradually turned into shock and confusion.

"How did you do it?"

"Magic?"

"I can give you... freedom." Zhang Yang grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, then conjured up countless blue birds and threw them to the slaves around him one by one.

Slaves kept picking up blue birds from the ground, holding them before their eyes, and verifying their authenticity under the dim light.

"It's actually true?"

"He has divine power!"

“Can it be turned into food?”

……

Soon, under Zhang Yang's continuous transformation, almost every slave worker had a blue bird in his hands.

All the slaves looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

"Fortunately, it's just a small item." Beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Yang's forehead, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

Zhang Yang stood on the steps next to him. As soon as he closed his eyes, the various scenes he had seen in recent days emerged in his mind, those shocking pictures.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Yang's expression was filled with anger.

"One of us dies every day."

"Death by starvation, death by exhaustion, death by a bullet through the chest!"

"The walls we built are the ones that imprison us."

As Zhang Yang spoke, he looked at each slave laborer. They were also touched by Zhang Yang's words and understood them deeply.

“They squeezed our strength!!”

"Trampling on our dignity!!"

"Abuse everything about us that can be abused!!"

Zhang Yang shouted righteously, and wherever his eyes swept, he saw passionate slaves with their heads raised.

"Maybe we have really died once! But do you want to live again?"

"This time, live for yourself, live for freedom!"

"miss you!"

"think--"

"I dream about it!"

"Stop enduring and raise your head!" Zhang Yang continued shouting.

"Hold your fists tightly, we are also living people!"

"Everyone is going to die, so why not die on the road of resistance!"

"We also have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness!"

"But now the sorrow is over, it's time to release the anger!"

"Resist!" Zhang Yang shouted.

"Resist!"

“Maybe our words will soon be forgotten, but what we have done will live forever!”

The crowd in the basement was excited, and Zhang Yang clenched his fists to his chest.

"Immortal!"

"Eternal glory!" Many slaves were moved, and Baker in the corner also had tears in his eyes.

"Down with the guards! Live for freedom!" Zhang Yang raised the blue bird in his right hand and roared heartbreakingly.

"Down with the watchers, live for freedom!" xn

Most of the slaves also raised the blue bird excitedly.

For a time, the crowd was excited and the slave workers were unprecedentedly united.

"We understand the reason, but they have guns, what should we do?"

“Yeah, we can’t just go and die, right?” Even though Zhang Yang’s speech brought tears to people’s eyes, many slave workers still raised doubts.

They have tolerated the Watchers for a long time, but the real question has always been "how to do it".

"Of course, since I am standing here today, I must have a plan." Zhang Yang said confidently.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yang Youwen. I have supernatural powers and can lead everyone to overthrow this place!"

Zhang Yang's supernatural power has just been demonstrated, and no one stands up to refute it at this moment.

"Ken Kubo couldn't find his bluebird during the day."

"It's because the light from outside has never illuminated here."

"But everyone remember, as long as there is a beam of light that illuminates this place, from this moment on, darkness will no longer be the fate of this place!"

At this moment, a small and exquisite flashlight suddenly appeared in Zhang Yang's hand as if performing magic.

He pressed the switch without hesitation, and in an instant, a dazzling light shot out like lightning.