I'm In A Different World, Art Failed The Rankings, And Got The Result Of Encouragement

Chapter 209 Dry Wood Meets Mars, The Fire Of Freedom From The Prouker Empire【5/5 For Automatic Subsc

In a suburban factory of the Gruberni Empire, the burning of poor-quality coal made the steam boiler crackle and crackle from time to time, and the roar of the machine was deafening.

At this moment, outside the office of the factory director, a group of workers in thin clothes are retreating under the pressure of factory thugs.

The young man who was originally the leader was whipped to the ground by the person in charge at this moment, dripping with blood, his skin was torn apart, which was shocking.

It was really hard work.

The young man on the ground curled up and twitched in pain.

However, the flames of anger in his eyes could not be suppressed no matter what.

"That's what we deserve! You guy finds all kinds of reasons to deduct our wages, and even refuses to give you the winter clothes you originally promised. You are breaking the law!"

The young man's words not only did not have the slightest deterrent effect, but instead attracted wanton ridicule from the thugs around him.

The person in charge whipped another whip on the opponent's body, his face was full of arrogance.

"Breaking the law? Then you go to the city's justice department and sue me! See if those justices want the winter clothes they wear, or enforce the law for you, a pariah!"

"Snapped!"

The moment the young man blinked, he was beaten by the person in charge and passed out directly.

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit directly on the young man's face. He was fat and strong, and the head of the factory, who was wearing a Prouker imperial woolen woolen suit that was bulging, looked around.

The ferocious look immediately frightened the surrounding workers, and they took a few steps back.

A flash of pride and contempt flashed in his eyes, and the attitude of the person in charge became more and more arrogant. He pointed at the fainted young man on the ground, and 25 yelled loudly.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, the city gate is not closed yet! If you want to sue me at the Justice Department, go ahead! I'll wait here!"

"Damn, what the hell are you talking about the Prouker Empire? I think this guy is a spy from the Prouker Empire! He should be handed over to the National Supervision Bureau!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly. The National Supervision Bureau entered the place, and they were either dead or dead.

Fortunately, the person in charge is also aware of how much he is, and if he really finds the State Supervision Bureau, he will definitely not feel better.

With a cold snort and a few words of warning, he was so disgusted that he threw the fainted young man into the factory.

As night fell, the workers dragged their tired bodies, and several slightly stronger men carried the unconscious young man towards the city.

The guards guarding the gate of the city, armed with low-quality flintlock guns produced by the Confederate Alliance, saw these unscrupulous guys, curled their lips and let them go in.

"Hey, it's a pity that the group of people who are going through today's process all look like rich people. Unfortunately, they are all from the Prouker Empire, which is strictly required to be protected by the above. Several chicks in it are tsk tsk."

These workers who have just entered the urban area and returned to the dirty slums have not had time to get rid of their exhaustion, and worry about whether they should eat half a piece of bread tonight.

A message spread throughout the slums.

"Some Prouker Empire people, brought a lot of food and clothes to their relief!"

On the dim square full of mud, a group of poor people rushed towards this side like a stinky mouse crawling out of a deep cave.

The city guards, who received strict orders from above to protect these people, drew their swords or raised their flintlocks fiercely.

"Back! Back all!"

"I warn you! All line up! Anyone who dares to make trouble will be executed on the spot!"

The ruthless voices and cold swords calmed down the excited poor. Some wanted to leave, but when they saw pots of steaming broth and piles of bread being carried away in the square, When they came out, they were completely unable to move their feet.

Line up obediently one by one.

"One bowl of broth and one piece of bread per person, and they will be distributed in an hour!" One after another voices sounded, causing the poor people in the alliance countries to show surprise.

"Snapped!"

A voice sounded, and suddenly under the horrified gaze of everyone, the originally dark square became daylight, and the roar of something came from the selected music.

A venue that looks like a stage has been built.

Yule looked at everything in front of him, and was used to seeing the scenes of the people in the Prouker Empire living and working in peace and contentment. Looking at these now, he felt extremely depressed.

"Master Yule, I think you can start, right? There are more and more people, and we can't spare more security forces to maintain the scene.

The city lord of this city did not look good, and his tone was quite rude. He had already notified in advance what Yule and the others wanted to do.

And also secretly confessed to them that after Yule and the others leave, a round of severe rectification will be carried out on the slums [to deal with some people who have serious ideological problems.

Doesn't this just increase their workload for nothing?

Yule snorted coldly, without speaking, and ordered the performance team to start preparations.

Bands and stage performers began preparations backstage.

At this time, the square is already crowded with people. After a round of food distribution, there will be more in an hour, and these people are unwilling to leave, which creates opportunities for performances.

These poor people had the cotton coats provided by the Prouker Empire team, and they had just had a full meal, so the crowd gathered together, so it wasn't that cold.

Everyone looked curiously at what this team from the Prouker Empire was going to do.

"Dang! Dang Dang! Dang! Dang Dang!"

The passionate music sounded, and several actors wearing shackles and handcuffs who looked like prisoners began to sing loudly.

Around them, a jailer was staring at them fiercely.

"Look down! Look down! Avoid their eyes..."

The sad and indignant Gruberni language was sung by these actors.

And the city lord who was also here, after seeing the clothes of the jailers on the stage, his face became extremely gloomy in an instant.

It's not similar anymore, it's just fucking identical to their sheriff's clothes!

He looked coldly at Yule, who was conducting the band on one side, and the eyes of the two collided with each other without giving way.

Undoubtedly, before Yule's performance, the relief behavior of giving food and cotton clothes "added a lot of points to today's performance.

At least he understands that a person who is extremely hungry does not have the mind to think about any performance at all. He only thinks a lot when he is full but has no plans for the next meal.

And at this time, it was time for Yule and the others to take advantage of the void.

The poor people under the stage, looking at Jean Valjean's actor, express the oppression around them through singing with grief and indignation, express the discrimination that follows after they are released from prison, and fully reveal the oppression suffered by the poor.. ..

Unknowingly, the people below the stage were infected by the performance one after another, and each of them clenched their hands.

Looking at the sheriffs standing in front of them [the expression is obviously wrong.

Among the crowd, a physician accompanying the Prouker Empire was shuttling around. When they saw some people with obvious symptoms, they stepped forward to treat them.

Naturally, one treatment is impossible to cure them, but it can greatly magnify the already tall image of the Prouker Empire in these people's minds.

And today in the factory on the outskirts of the city, the young man who had been whipped was standing among the crowd with the support of several people.

The severe pain in his body made him shiver even though he was wrapped in a cotton coat even though he was supplemented with food.

A doctor from the Prouker Empire saw him immediately.

"Help him over there to the tent, and let me see his wounds.

Originally staring at the few people watching on the stage with tense expressions, he was taken aback when he heard the voice, and then he saw a woman in white with a cross on her head in front of her.

Seeing that they didn't respond, the woman said it again.

The young man looked at her in disbelief: "You, are you willing to treat me? I don't have any money, and I even lost my job today..."

The woman shook her head: "We don't want money."

When the young man was helped to the tent mentioned by the woman, he found that there were already many people here.

There are those with chilblains on their feet, those with maggots on their head wounds, and those with sore eyes that cannot be opened at all...

They are all kinds of minor diseases, which are caused by the poor medical environment and poverty for a long time.

At the moment, a doctor named Prouker Empire is treating him.

They have never seen it, but it is absolutely expensive medicine that is placed in the pharmacy in the Allied countries, and it is directly used on them without money.

Behind the young man, the woman was seriously disinfecting the welt marks on the other's back 250 times. From the young man's point of view, he was still able to see the performance on the stage.

An actor who was dressed like them poor people sang, and the lyrics made the young man who had not shed tears after being whipped finally couldn't hold back.

Tears poured out.

"The long day is over and you're a little older"

"There's only this difference for the poor"

"It's struggle, it's war, nobody gives anything"

"It's another busy day, what is it for?"

"It's just a day lost."

"The long day is over and you're a little colder"

"The clothes on my body are thin, and I can't resist the cold"

"A gentleman passes by in a hurry, but does not hear women and children crying"

"Winter is coming quickly, ready to kill..."

The song cruelly narrates their current life clearly. The winter is approaching, and this year's winter has come very early. However, they only have a relief cotton coat given by the Prouker Empire.

There is no food or anything, and the future is still full of despair.

"When will His Majesty Prouker come, when will he come to rescue us, can't I live to see it?"

The young man wept in a low voice in despair.

The woman didn't speak. Apart from helping the other party to deal with the injury as much as possible, she couldn't help at all, but at this moment, there was a flash of sadness in her eyes.

A few years ago, when I was, wasn't I also a serf woman who needed to worry about being spotted by the master at any time?

It's just that he was rescued and protected by His Majesty Prouker earlier.

Extreme sadness and despair spread like a virus among the crowd, and the performance on the stage continued.

Suddenly there was a low but gradually high-pitched song, as if it was about to declare war on the darkness.

The eyes of these poor people who were originally sad and angry seemed to be ignited.

"You can hear the people singing, the angry people singing loudly"

"This song comes from the people, who no longer wish to be enslaved"

"When your passionate heart beats, the drums of war echo together"

"A brand new life is about to begin, when tomorrow's sun rises..."