Accidentally dressed as an empress

Chapter 218 Killing the Foreman

"In fact, they just want us to die in this dark and gloomy Xiling!"

While the foreman was beating them, Yang Er gasped and said to his fellow workers, "Look, we work so hard every day, and what do we get?

It is hunger, cold and endless beatings and scoldings! We must not sit still and wait for death!

There's only one way out if we continue like this. Kill them! Only then will we have a chance to escape and survive!" Yang Er's eyes were red and bloodshot, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the dust and blood on his face. His voice became hoarse with anger and pain, echoing in this silent corner, stirring the anger in the hearts of those around him.

"Brother Yang is right!" A thin young man with a determined look in his eyes clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead. "Rather than starving or freezing to death here, dying silently like a dog, why not give it a try? Maybe we can find a way out!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp "snap" sound, and the foreman swung the thick, cold iron whip in his hand as fast as a poisonous snake out of its hole. "You're rebelling! You want to rebel, right? I'll beat you to death first!"

The iron whip hit Yang Er and the young man, instantly tearing their tattered clothes. Blood gushed out from the torn flesh, slowly flowing along their bodies and dripping onto the dusty ground in shocking blood flowers.

Yang Er clenched his teeth tightly, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, mixing with blood to blur his eyes, but the unyielding light in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The young man's body was shaking violently with pain. He covered the wound tightly with both hands, blood oozing out from between his fingers. But he still straightened his back stubbornly, glared at the foreman, and let out a suppressed groan.

When the workers who had been holding back saw Yang Er's miserable condition, their anger was instantly ignited to the extreme, and their eyes were instantly filled with hatred.

"We can't let ourselves be bullied like this anymore!" Someone shouted, and the sound was like a fuse, instantly igniting everyone's long-suppressed emotions. The other workers rushed forward, their movements filled with determination and fearlessness, and the ground beneath their feet raised clouds of dust.

Everyone rushed forward like a surging tide, surrounded the foreman, and instantly overwhelmed him with their numerical advantage.

A young and strong worker was quick-witted and snatched the whip, which was still stained with their blood, from the foreman's hand.

Afterwards, several people held down the foreman's struggling body, and the worker wrapped the whip around the foreman's neck with both hands.

The foreman's eyes widened in horror, and he twisted his body desperately to break free, shouting incoherent curses, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the angry gasps and excited emotions of the crowd.

As the workers gradually increased their strength, the whip became tighter and tighter, and the foreman's face turned from red to purple. His legs kicked weakly and his hands scratched at the air wildly, but he could no longer break free from this fatal restraint.

After a while, the foreman's struggle gradually stopped, and his body fell limply to the ground, never to move again.

This unlucky foreman was called Ding San.

In this ghost place called Mingxiao Mountain, the sky is always gloomy and the strong wind whistles in the ears, making people feel very irritated.

Ding San stood on the construction site full of mud and gravel, holding the iron whip tightly in his hand, looking at the group of guys in front of him, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose up.

These people in Mingxiao Mountain are all prisoners who have committed crimes and refuse to obey the rules.

They were all ragged, pale and thin, but their eyes revealed an extremely uncomfortable resentment, as if he was their enemy.

He, Ding San, is just an employee.

His job was to manage these prisoners working in the mines. If he heard anyone trying to resist, Ding San would whip them hard and give them a beating.

But suddenly, like a group of enraged and mad wolves, they pounced on Ding San without any warning.

Instantly, Ding San felt his scalp tingle and his heart sink. Before he could comprehend the situation, they had already surrounded him like a surging tide.

The dust raised from all around rustled in the air, mixed with the stench of sweat and anger from their bodies, almost suffocating him.

Ding San's body was held down tightly by several pairs of rough, powerful hands. Those hands were like pliers, preventing him from moving. He could only struggle desperately, kicking his feet in the mud with a "splash, splash" sound, splashing up pieces of dirty mud and water.

At this moment, Ding San was horrified to see a kid snatch the whip from his hand at an extremely fast speed.

Then, the whip that had once symbolized authority in his hand was now coldly put around his neck.

Ding San opened his eyes wide, staring at the blurry yet familiar faces in front of him. He wanted to shout for help, but his throat was tightly strangled and he could only make weak and unclear sounds of "uh, uh", which were instantly blown away by the strong wind.

Ding San twisted his body desperately, waving his hands wildly in the air, trying to grab anything that could save his life. His nails dug into the soil in panic, but it was all in vain.

As the whip on his neck got tighter and tighter, Ding San's breathing became more and more difficult, and the scene in front of him began to become blurry.

He could clearly feel the breath of life slipping away from his body bit by bit, and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears became weaker and weaker.

The strong wind was still raging in his ears, but he was no longer able to resist.

Finally, his eyes went dark and the whole world became quiet.

The workers watched what was happening before their eyes. The foreman had already been killed by them.

They felt mixed emotions, including the pleasure of revenge and worries about their unknown future.

But at this time, they knew that in order to survive, they had no way out.

After a brief silence, Yang Er endured the pain in his body and struggled to stand up. His eyes showed unprecedented determination, "Brothers, things have come to this point, we can't just sit there and wait for death. These damn foremen and supervisors treat us like animals on a daily basis. Now that we have killed him, they will definitely not let us go." Yang Er's voice was hoarse but powerful, echoing in the quiet corner of the construction site, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"But what should we do next?" asked a worker.

"Let's run!" suggested another worker.

"There are spies everywhere in Mingxiao Mountain. Where can we escape to?" An older worker said worriedly, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

"I heard that there is a path over the nearby mountain that leads to a small town outside the mountain. Maybe there is a place for us to stay there." Young Xiao Wang suddenly spoke, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"But the road is rugged and difficult to travel, and we don't know what dangers await us." Someone raised doubts, and whispers began to be heard among the crowd. Fear and anxiety spread in the air.

"Brothers, we can't all run away. If we all leave, the evil deeds in this mine will continue, and more brothers will suffer." Yang Er's voice was low.

The workers looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear of their unknown fate and thoughts about Yang Er's words.

After a moment, Xiao Li stepped forward. Although he was young, his eyes shone with shrewdness. "Brother Yang, I'll stay! I'm familiar with every nook and cranny of this construction site, and I can talk to the other workers. Maybe I can rally more people to join the resistance."

Yang Er looked at Xiao Li, nodded slightly, and patted his shoulder. "Brother, I feel much more at ease with your words. But this matter is extremely risky. If they find out, they will not let us off easily."

"Brother Yang, I'm not afraid! Instead of suffering in this dark place for the rest of my life, I might as well give it a try." Xiao Li clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination.

Then, several young and strong workers who usually dared not speak out against the foreman's evil deeds stood up and expressed their willingness to stay.

"Listen up everyone, those brothers who stay behind must act carefully. First, secretly communicate with other workers, tell them our plan, and unite the oppressed brothers. When the time is right, we will give these evil foremen a fatal blow and let them know that we are not easy to bully!" Yang Er looked around and warned solemnly.

"Brother Yang, don't worry. We will be careful. You and the other brothers must take care of yourselves outside, find someone who can help us, and come back to rescue us as soon as possible." Xiao Li said.

Everyone nodded silently, and Xiao Li and his fellow workers turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the shed.