Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

I vaguely remember the miners seeming to have something tucked into their waistbands.

Because of the environment in the coal city, the soldiers wore dust masks, which made their vision somewhat blurred.

Allen didn't quite recognize the leading miners who had arrived; he seemed to have seen them before, yet also felt like he hadn't.

In the past, the coal and iron city was always filled with all sorts of noisy sounds at this time of year.

There were sounds of blue-collar workers beating and cursing, as well as the howling of miners and various other discussions, but today was very strange.

After the group of overseers went inside, Coal Iron City became eerily quiet, as if some sound had been drowned out.

"I said, Violet. We're really not going to have anything happen to us, are we?"

Allen was terrified; he possessed a unique talent—a talent for sensing danger that far surpassed that of others.

When others are unaware of the danger, Allen is always the first to leave the area where the danger is.

What could those lowly people possibly have to do? You didn't believe those rumors, did you?

Violet glanced sideways at Allen beside her, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

So what if those lowly people really revolt? We have superior weapons; they'll only have pickaxes at most.

"We've fought them before. Our weapons and high walls can ensure they can't get through. When the time comes, we'll hold the high walls and make sure none of them get out. Remember, the World Government has deployed a lot of navy in the Kingdom of Eryoko. The last workers' uprising was suppressed by the navy."

"Don't worry about such a small thing. Hahahaha."

Violet laughed at her companions without restraint.

The others around Allen, having overheard their discussion, also began to mock him.

Many of them were soldiers who had not experienced the previous workers' uprising and knew nothing about it.

They were taught that these workers who toiled in the coal mines were nothing more than a bunch of lowly people, and that they could be killed at will because of their status.

Although the King's Guard doesn't do this often, it's not like they've never done it before.

Hearing their mockery, Allen looked both surprised and ashamed, and said angrily;

The noble gentlemen said that it never hurts to consider things more carefully.

Hearing Allen's words, the surrounding soldiers looked at each other and then burst into laughter. Violet, however, didn't continue to mock Allen; instead, she leaned over and patted Allen on the shoulder, saying:

"Allen, you're probably under too much work pressure lately. Why don't you go back and rest for a bit? We can keep watch here."

After listening to Violet's words, Allen thought about it carefully and realized that it was probably just a figment of his imagination due to the recent stress.

Workers' uprisings are not so easy to start.

Realizing he might have made a fool of himself in front of his comrades, Allen quickly found the squad leader, said goodbye, and went home.

Shortly after Allen left, the overseers who had entered Coal City came out again, but this time most of them had smiles on their faces, making it clear at a glance that they had found something good inside. Ttara, what good stuff did you find in there?

A squad leader of the King's Guard called out; he recognized one of the overseers inside.

"So it's Lord Soi. There's nothing here, hehe."

We just found some old man hiding something inside, so we arrested him and beat him up.

Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and took out his family heirloom.

The squad leader, known as Soi, immediately became very interested.

He's incredibly greedy; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken so many years to reach the rank of squad leader.

That's because no matter what good things he steals, he always keeps them for himself and never lets his boss see a single one.

"Tara, it's been so long since we last saw each other. How about we go grab a drink?"

Soy generously invited Tara to his command room for a drink.

Tara said in a panic:

"Lord Soy, our steel factory also has time limits. If you return late, you'll be put on the list."

Soy's greasy hand was already on Tara's shoulder, who was a head taller than him, and he said enthusiastically:

Tara, don't worry about this. I'll send someone to the steel factory to let them know.

When Tara realized that Soy had already fallen for her trick, she stopped refusing and pretended to be unwilling to follow Soy to his command room.

The other overseers who had come with Tara could only wander around the city walls at this point.

However, most of them huddled together, staring at the soldiers patrolling the city walls.

Upon entering the command room, Soi couldn't wait to ask;

"Tara, what good stuff did you get from that old man? Let me see it too."

Seeing that Soi looked impatient, Tara reached into her clothes and slowly took the things out.

Seeing Tara's actions, Soi wished he could take it out for her himself.

However, Tara was a giant over two meters tall, and Soi couldn't reach her, so he had to give up.

Finally, just when Zoe was getting desperate, Tara pulled something wrapped in brown paper from her bosom. What is this? Why does this look like a musket?

Soi asked Tara with a surprised look.

Before Tara pulled it out, Zoe considered many possibilities, such as gold artifacts, antiques, precious gems, or Baileys.

Soi intended to steal anything from Tara, even a bronze artifact.

But when Tara pulled out something wrapped in brown paper that looked like a musket, he was a little confused.

He had never seen such a treasure before, so he became even more eager to find the items inside.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Soy urged again, and he even intended to personally help Tara open the package.

Upon seeing this, Tara flipped her hand, and the parchment instantly opened, revealing a beautifully crafted musket in her hand.

Soi gasped in surprise upon seeing it.

"My God, it really is a musket."

I guessed it might be a musket earlier, but I thought I was wrong. After all, what good would a musket do for an old man?

Although it was just a musket that wasn't very expensive to make, Zoe still reached out his hand.

His style is to pluck feathers from every passing goose; he never cares how much value he has to take, even a single peso.

Soy's actions were perfectly normal, but he couldn't figure out what Tara was doing.

Tara originally thought that after seeing the musket, Soy would become alert, or even doubt her.

But unexpectedly, this pig-like squad leader, even at the critical moment of life and death, still thought about stealing the musket from his own hands.

Tara shook her head, then took a step back and cocked her musket.

"Tara, what are you doing loading? Be careful it doesn't go off!"

Soi didn't understand, but he still kindly reminded Tara of her actions, since Tara was facing himself and his own life would be in danger if he went astray.

"You're really, really stupid, Zoe."

Seeing that Zoe was reminding her to be careful of accidental discharge even as he was dying, Tara decided to give him a quick death.

"What do you mean? Could it be that you—"

Before she could finish speaking, Tara fired her musket.

The Don Quixote family's modified double-barreled musket can fire two bullets at once.

Two bloody holes exploded in Zoe's chest, who was completely undefended. He stared at Tara in disbelief.

"for?

He died before he could finish speaking.

Tara picked up the card from Soi, straightened her clothes, and said;

"Because the will of the people will eventually awaken, and the feudal nobles who once oppressed the people will be purged."

Tara walked out of Sora's command room with firm steps.

He looked at the other overseers on the high wall, and saw them secretly give Tara a hand signal, to which Tara raised her right hand in response.

"What is Tara doing?"

One of the guards was curious and didn't understand why Tara was making such a strange gesture as she came out of the command room.

"Hehe, maybe he's sick."

The overseer beside him crept closer, and then a sharp dagger plunged into the heart of one of the guardsmen.

"Ming"

The soldier who was ambushed barely made a sound; his heart was pierced, and after struggling a few times, he collapsed and died.

At this moment, in one corner of the city wall, even more soldiers were being ambushed by their overseers.

In less than a minute, the soldiers in this corner had been cleared away.

Tara walked up to the high wall, pulled a signal flare from his pocket, and with a determined look in his eyes, suddenly fired the signal flare into the sky.

On the distant city walls, soldiers also noticed the commotion and saw Tara fire a signal flare into the sky.

"What is that?"

The signal flare wasn't particularly bright, but its red trail of flame shot upwards into the sky. At that moment, both the crows in the steel factory and the dragons in the coal mine noticed the signal flare launched into the sky.

Upon seeing this, they simultaneously spoke in unison to the rebels behind them;

Now is the time to show these nobles the power of rebellion.

In the coal mining area, groups of miners lined up and walked out of the shack area.

Although they were still wearing tattered clothes, each of them carried a long gun. The situation inside the steel factory was the same as that in the coal mine, except that the workers in the steel factory were better equipped than those in the coal mine.

The two-part, over 100,000-strong force was divided into teams of 100 people each, according to the previously agreed plan.

It is jointly managed by a squad leader and a member of the Self-Defense Force.

"Brother Crow, what should we do with those people?"

One of his subordinates quickly ran over to report to the leader.

A flicker of disgust flashed in the crow's eyes; he didn't want those people to live.

Call the rebel brothers, and after everyone has seen them killed, we'll reunite with the leader.

The people the crow mentioned were the original inhabitants from the port city, namely the overseers.

Inside a huge factory, hundreds of overseers of different builds were tightly bound with hemp ropes, and were closely guarded by insurgents and self-reliant soldiers.

The supervisors, who used to be domineering and arrogant, and who felt superior, were now trembling with fear at the sight of the workers around them.

They never imagined that the miners, who seemed as easy to bully as sheep in their eyes, would suddenly turn into such man-eating tigers.

The whips that once gave them power and a sense of security are now carelessly thrown on the ground by the workers, left to be trampled upon.

Faced with the united workers, this group of people was like a paper tiger, revealing their true colors with the slightest touch.

The crow didn't scold or beat the overseers too much. He was no longer the same crow he used to be. After knowing the dragon for so long, the crow had grown so much.

Now, when he encounters a problem, he no longer acts on impulse or enthusiasm as he used to.

Instead, they step outside their own emotional world and analyze the problem objectively and rationally.

This is what the crow feels most proud of.

The dragon had once told him that the overseers were not their true enemies; in a sense, they were nothing more than lackeys bought off by the nobles.

Given enough time, Long wouldn't mind using ideological weapons to change these people.

However, time was of the essence. Although the crow didn't know who the mysterious person the dragon spoke of was, it could glean some information from the crow's trip to the Don Quixote family to buy weapons and from the dragon's words.

That one was a mysterious figure who could control everything in Beihai with a single hand.

The time he mentioned was the best time he could think of.

The crow looked at the group of overseers before it, a look of regret in its eyes.

"Mr. Crow, please let us go."

"Please, I'm willing to join the uprising with you."

"Mr. Raven, we really know we were wrong. I'm willing to fight you until the aristocracy takes over."

The crow was unaffected by the overseers; he coldly gestured for the surrounding rebel and militia soldiers to raise their spears.

"Fire!"

At Crow's command, hundreds of muskets fired simultaneously.

Bang!

Gunshots, shouts, the sound of bullets being reloaded.

Within seconds, the smell of blood filled the factory.

The crow calmly observed its surroundings, then raised its hand to signal the soldiers to fire again and eliminate the remaining overseers.

An uprising is not a dinner party; it requires bloodshed.

The dragon and the raven want to overthrow the ruling class of the kingdom, but before they can successfully launch a rebellion, they must first show the rebels their determination so that they will wholeheartedly follow them.

The most effective short-term incentive is to have the members of the King's Guard and the overseers, whom they usually hate the most, die at their hands.

This is the simplest and most effective way to motivate the rebel soldiers.

He felt the thrill of taking revenge as he watched the overseers who had bullied him die at his hands.

The workers, who had been numb, suddenly had a different kind of fire burning in their eyes.

This is the flame of revenge, a fire that will continue to burn until death or the fulfillment of one's inner conviction.