Under the scorching sun, the air seemed to solidify, and every breath seemed extremely heavy.

The miners repeat the boring and hard work like machinery. Their eyes are empty and their faces are full of fatigue and numbness.

At this moment, a miner was exhausted and the shovel in his hand slid gently. A piece of coal slipped off the mine truck and broke on the hard ground, making a crisp sound, which seemed particularly harsh in this quiet environment.

This scene happened to be seen by a puppet army not far away. He immediately widened his eyes and roared: "Damn, be careful! These coals are treasures of the Imperial Army. If you lose another piece, I will kill you!"

The puppet army cursed loudly and quickly stepped forward. The whip in their hands waved in the air, and with the whistle sound of the wind, they came towards the mishanded miner.

The miner's eyes widened in horror. He tried to avoid it, but his body became stiff due to long-term labor. He could only watch the whip fall on himself like raindrops.

Each whip was accompanied by the miner's painful screams, his body was quickly covered with blood, and his clothes were instantly stained with blood.

He knelt on the ground, held his head with his hands, and kept begging for mercy: "Boss, please spare me! I will never dare again! I will never dare again!"

However, the puppet army seemed to be unable to hear it, the smile on their faces became more ferocious and the whip was waving even more violently.

The miners around stopped their work, their eyes full of fear, but no one dared to come forward to dissuade them. They knew that any of their actions at this time might cause trouble.

However, at this moment, an old and begging voice sounded: "Boss, stop beating! There are fewer and fewer people, and they are all beaten to death, and no one will work for the Imperial Army!"

The person who spoke was an old miner. His face was covered with traces of time, but his eyes were filled with a hint of flattery.

He is the head of the mine. He usually travels veins and takes miners to work.

When the puppet army heard this, they paused slightly, as if they were weighing the pros and cons. After a moment, he finally stopped the whip in his hand and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, let him go this time! Next time you dare to be so careless, it will not be so cheap!"

After saying that, the puppet army snorted again and left in a swagger.

The beaten miner was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. The pain in his body and the grievances in his heart were intertwined, almost suffocating him.

The miners around them surrounded them, some handed over water, and some helped to help. Their eyes were filled with sympathy and helplessness.

However, at this moment, something that made him even more desperate happened.

At the exit of the mine, another heavy footsteps came. With the jingle of metal collision, a fat figure slowly walked into everyone's sight.

"Huang Batian?"

At this time, someone exclaimed because the person coming was Huang Batian who even ate people in this mine.

Huang Batian was originally just a small mine owner in the mine, and there was another person at that time. Although he often deducted workers' wages, he was at least not as unscrupulous as he is now.

Later, I found some way, so I took the Northeast Army's thigh and formed a security team at the mine to manage the entire mine.

Although he accepted bribes and excluded dissidents at that time, he was considered a person.

But until the Japanese came, he completely tore off the human skin on his face and arrested the common people to mine coal for the Japanese, regardless of the life or death of the miners.

A slight dissatisfaction is either a whip or a stick.

There are even many people who are dissatisfied with his miners, who are directly chopped off.

So when I heard Huang Batian’s name, all the miners were shaking like sieves.

"hey-hey!"

Huang Batian sneered. His round, fat face was almost invisible to his neck when he smiled, but his small eyes were shining with a greed and ruthless light.

"Give me peace of mind!"

Huang Batian's voice was as loud as a bell, instantly overwhelming the noise around him. He was holding his hands behind his back, and his belly was high.

Seeing this, the miners gave in and no one dared to stand in front of him.

"The Imperial Army has an order!"

At this moment, Huang Batian pretended to be majestic and deliberately elongated his voice, as if he was using this method to explain his status to everyone.

The miners instinctively felt that it was not good, because whenever Huang Batian said that the Imperial Army had an order, there was nothing good.

And sure enough, Huang Batian really didn't hold back anything.

After deliberately delaying for a long time, he continued: "In order to increase coal production, the Imperial Army said that you will only be allowed to sleep for four hours a day in the future, and all the rest of the time will go down the well to dig coal. If anyone dares to be lazy, hum! Hum! You will be responsible for the consequences!"

"What?"

Before Huang Batian finished speaking, a slight commotion came from the crowd, and a miner muttered in a low voice: "Isn't this going to make people live anymore,..."

This subtle sound suddenly resonated with all miners in this depressing atmosphere.

But before they could agree, Huang Batian heard the low murmur.

Huang Batian's face suddenly became gloomy, and his small eyes narrowed into a slit.

He strode towards the muttering miner, and the people around him automatically made way. Before the miner could react, Huang Batian had already grabbed his collar, as if he was picking up a chick without any effort.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Huang Batian gritted his teeth and shouted at the miner, and his golden teeth reflected a heart-pounding light under the dim mine lamp.

The miner was so scared that his face turned pale and he couldn't even speak properly.

But Huang Batian obviously didn't have the patience to listen to his explanation. He waved his hand and signaled several thugs beside him to drag the miner away.

Soon, screams and whip sounded from afar, which made every miner present nervous and even more palpitations.

"Let me hear it all!"

Huang Batian looked around and said a long voice again, then continued: "If anyone dares to complain again, this is your end! Humph!"

The miners dared not speak anymore, although they also knew that under such high-intensity labor, they would soon squeeze out all their physical strength and be pulled into the ravine outside the mine by Huang Batian.

It was the graves of all the miners in the mine. Before someone was caught, he passed by. The bodies there were piled up like mountains. The pits that were originally dozens of meters were almost filled. I don’t know how many people died.

They hated them at this time, but at the same time they were desperate.

Because they had no choice, Huang Batian not only hugged the Japanese, but also had at least 1,000 puppet troops in the entire mine. And what could more than 2,000 miners do?

Are you going to fight to the death with Huang Batian?

I'm afraid he will be shot to death before he even walked into him.
Chapter completed!