My name is Ren

Chapter 579 Classes and ranks created by unfairness are the most powerful weapons to break down barriers

Sandro was the last to get on the carriage and the first to get off, so he was in first place.The young man in the gray uniform pointed his whip at Sandro, "[-], your code name, you must remember it firmly!"

Sandro lowered his head and remained silent, trying to resist with silence, but with a bang, the whip lashed hard on his head again.The whip whipped fast and powerfully, Sandro felt his head was about to burst from the pain, he squatted on the ground and hugged his head and howled miserably, the heart-piercing cry made The Byron people on the side couldn't bear to take another look and listen.

"Here, no one can take anything sloppy, and when I say something and finish it, you say 'yes, sir', or 'I see, sir'. If someone says something wrong, or If you don’t want to say it, then the fate of [-] is a small warning. There are detailed systems in the camp admonitions that you will recite later, this is just a small warning, not only will you be punished, but you will also be deducted One point. Each person has six points per month, and each time a mistake is made, one point to three points will be deducted depending on the severity of the mistake."

"If all the six points you hold are deducted..." The young man grinned, his white teeth gleaming between his bright red lips, "Then congratulations, you will return to the status of the Goddess of Nature." embrace!"

He glanced at Sandro, who was squatting on the ground with his head folded and trembling all over, and said, "This month, you only have five points, enjoy the rest of the time, now stand up for me!"

It was as if Sandro's chest exploded suddenly. He wanted to resist, wanted to rush over and beat the young man to the ground, beat him up fiercely, then spit on his face, and stepped on him again. ....But he knew very well that he couldn't do it. The eyes of the soldiers around him were like butchers in a slaughterhouse, full of threats in their indifference. Two arrow tips had been exposed on the tower beside him. He knew that as long as he If he did something excessive, he would become a dead body in the next second.

He stood up slowly, his face was almost red enough to bleed, he suppressed his anger and shame, and roared loudly, "Yes, sir!"

The young man in gray uniform nodded in satisfaction with a smile, he raised his whip, a trace of fear flashed in Sandro's eyes, and his body trembled slightly, "Look, isn't it easy? ", and pointing his whip at the next person, Sandro finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Nineteen seventy-two!"

The man next to Sandro is very strong, a head taller than Sandro, his face is full of flesh, and the corners of his eyes are constantly twitching.Facing the young man's voice, he raised his head instead, without the slightest desire to agree or answer.

The young man smiled provocatively, tilted his head slightly, and repeated, "[-]?"

The strong man still didn't agree, the young man nodded slightly, raised his hand, pinched his nose, and waved his hand with a half-smile.After the sound of the arrow piercing the air three times, it was firmly inserted into the strong man's head. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and the blood flowing from the arrow on his forehead slowed down. Slowly covering his eyes.Two guards came over and threw him into the ditch behind everyone.

Only then did these Byrons realize that there were still dozens of corpses lying in the ditch behind them.

The remaining Byrons shivered and lowered their heads.They are not fighters, they do not have the courage to fight to the death, and they are not fanatics, they have no intention of generously resisting and dying.They are just normal people, like most normal Desi people, just normal people.So they bowed their heads, whether it was because they were afraid of death or because they were greedy for life.

The young man pointed his whip at the next person, "[-]?"

"Yes, sir!"

After the code name was assigned, Sandro was sent to a dressing room. The dressing room was divided into two sides, men on one side and women on the other side, with a wooden wall in the middle separating the two sides.Inside stood a group of guys in special costumes and gas masks, some with hoses in their hands, and some with brushes.All the Byrons who came in felt deeply humiliated, but facing the strong Desi people, they didn't have the slightest resistance or thought, and could only take off their clothes as if accepting their fate.

The bristles on the brush are very hard, and everyone who brushes it is red, hot and painful.At the end of the dressing room, someone handed Sandro a new set of clothes, a thin quilt, and some personal daily necessities.These things are code-named, [-].Sandro felt that he was no longer a person, but some kind of animal, living in a pen.

He was a little numb and resigned to his fate. He stood aside, changed his clothes, and walked out through the back door.

"The place where you live must be built before tonight. If you can't build it, then you will sleep on the ground."

"Someone who knows how to cook, someone who has been a chef or a cook, come over and cook today's lunch first!"

"Wake up at 07 o'clock every morning, eat at 30:08, start reciting camp admonitions at 30 o'clock, start production at [-]:[-], and eat at [-] o'clock at noon..."

Under the guidance of the guards, Sandro walked to the place where he would live in the future. The wood was piled up peacefully one by one, and all the necessary tools were prepared.Looking at these woods, he was in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses until the artificial friends behind him came over.

"Go to work!" His boss shook his head with a wry smile. He was originally a wealthy businessman who specialized in smuggling between the Orlando Empire and the Byron Empire.In the Byron Empire, he was related to a minor noble by marriage, and it was through this relationship that he was able to obtain some resources exclusively for nobles.These resources are actually nothing special in China, but when they are brought to the Orlando Empire, they can be sold at several times or even higher prices.

So he started this kind of trade three years ago. As more and more funds were earned from the trade, more and more funds were fed back to his in-laws and nobles. Through the channels among the nobles, he obtained There are more and more supplies.It was like a cycle, and in the end he decided to settle in Bell Province and take charge of the transactions here.Although he is often discriminated against by some Desi people in some places, he has no hatred for money.

Between the occasional stare and a lot of wealth, he chose the latter.Of course, there are also people who like money among the Desi people. After living in the past three years, after distributing a large amount of wealth, he gradually began to integrate into the local life.Although discrimination still exists, it is much better than before.

It's just that he didn't expect that a sudden war would turn all his efforts into futility, and he would return to the past overnight, even worse than before.

Under his command, the prototype of a simple house was soon built.After working for a long time, it was finally time for lunch, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.The high-intensity work, psychological pressure and fear made them feel extremely hungry at this time, and they wished to eat a basin of food in one go.

The rich smell of food wafted over the entire camp, and many people's stomachs were growling.

Soon, the cooks pushing the dining carts began to distribute the food. There was a lot of food, not only vegetable leaves, but also a one-inch square piece of meat in each person's bowl.The food may not be very good, but it is much better than they imagined, and it gave them some relaxation and some...satisfaction.

During the meal, the young man in the gray uniform appeared again. He stood in the middle of the camp, and using the magic equipment for loudspeaker, he said loudly, "I know that many people are worried that they won't be able to leave here, but I want to What I said is that your worries are groundless. As soon as the war is over, we will let you go back immediately, but this also requires your own cooperation."

"Many people will ask, why do we do this, and I will tell you the facts here. Among you, there are some hidden spies, agents, no matter what you call them. These people are constantly instigating and destroying the empire's facilities, Infiltrating the empire's institutions, these talents are the biggest incentives for you to appear here! Instead of hating us, you should hate those who hide among you."

"Here, not only the Byrons are locked up, but some Desi people are also locked up. The attitude of the whole camp is as you can see. It treats everyone equally. As long as you don't violate the rules and live according to the rules, then there will be no Any danger. But if you want to do something dangerous, you will be rewarded with danger."

"Let me reveal a little news. If someone can report and expose the spy who is hiding among you, as long as the identity can be confirmed, then you can get a reward of [-] points. What are the points for? Apart from being able to exchange for some special things, As long as you have one hundred points, then you can be free!"

"free!"

"In addition, each dormitory will elect a principal and deputy head. The head of the dormitory has fifteen points each month. As for how to choose the head of the dormitory, it will be decided by your vote. Before dinner today, the head and deputy head of the dormitory must be elected. For the dorms that are not selected, there will be no food for the day tomorrow.”

"Okay, I won't waste your time anymore, I hope you can live here happily enough!"

In an instant, Sandro felt that the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed subtly. There was something terrible hidden in the eyes of everyone looking at others.This kind of thing makes people who are close to each other strange, and there is another kind of thing that is about to move, which is sprouting.

(End of this chapter)