Outside the city No. 3 Mining District.
The blizzard barely stopped, and the blowing wind hurt people's faces.
It was already broad daylight. Normally, the overseer's water-soaked whip would have been slapped on the miners' backs long ago.
But today no one blew the whistle, and no one came to hand out wooden signs for going down the well.
It was so quiet that it made people feel uncomfortable.
Hundreds of miners chattering with cold teeth, gathered around the Ore Sand mountain that was higher than the roof, looking at each other.
The old miner Zhou Fu wrapped himself tightly in a coarse cloth jacket leaking gray cotton wool, his eyes never leaving the mouth of the mine pit.
The well rope was swaying in the wind, and the winch was unlocked.
He held a pickaxe in his hand.
Yesterday's blood scab was frozen on the wooden handle. If I moved it slightly, the crack in the palm would be torn open. The oozing blood would wet the wooden thorns, causing excruciating pain.
Zhou Fu's heart is pounding.
If you don't go down the well today, who will you pay for twice the wages?
The half bag of broken rice mixed with sand at home was gone last night, and my wife on the hospital bed is still waiting for the money for medicine to survive.
There are good people giving porridge in the south of the city, but Mining District is forty miles away from the city, and he can't even hire people to queue up.
A few days ago, in order to grab this top-notch mineral vein, my distant nephew's throat was pierced by Kunai, and his body was still buried in the snow pit and has not been dug out.
The whip marks on his own back were also oozing sticky yellow water at this moment.
At this moment, a large group of people burst out of the snow and fog in the distance.
Dozens of wandering ninjas and Black Market warriors stepped on iron boots and pressed toward the center of the mine in a dark force.
These people had Ninja Sword pinned to their waists, and their clothes were covered in dried black blood.
The miners shrank back together, squeezing all the way to the foot of the Ore Sand pile.
A few young miners bravely stood in the front, their teeth chattering loudly.
The one who led the charge was the ruthless one-eyed rebellious ninja.
Zhou Fu's legs felt weak, thinking that these living hell kings were going to increase quotas again and force them to keep spinning.
The one-eyed rebellious nin strode into the arena, but his face was paler than the snow on the ground.
With a cry, Ninja Sword was unsheathed.
The knife did not hit anyone, but with a backhand swing, it struck the wooden desk where the quantities of work were registered.
The blade of the knife got stuck in the wood, and he simply kicked it up, smashing the entire table and the account books into pieces.
The sawdust mixed with the brand name was flying in the wind, and all the miners were dumbfounded.
The traitorous ninja pulled off his mask and spat into the snow, spitting blood-tinged phlegm.
Both of his eyes were red.
"Stop fucking digging!"
He waved the knife and his voice was hoarse from shouting.
"Konoha made an announcement last night, and Orochimaru that madman came up with a replacement!"
"Marrowstone Sand has stopped collecting on all lines. This pile of broken stones that led us to kill Red Eye is now worse than mud for shoe polishing!"
Clang.
Clang.
One after another, the pickaxes slipped from the frozen hands and smashed into the snow nest, making a muffled sound.
Zhou Fu There was a buzz in his head, and the snow in front of him was spinning.
A few days ago, we used human lives to fill it, used blood to rob the first-class mines, a car of treasures that can be exchanged for dozens of taels of silver, and it's over like this?
Even my life was at stake!
"Dahe Long ran away! Kuroda ran away too! Even the door of the Chamber of Commerce has been sealed!"
The traitor's chest rose and fell violently.
"Brother No. 80 paid three times the deposit in exchange for his life, but you won't get a penny back! It's all a dead end!"
A warrior next to him, with half of his ear broken off, came forward panting heavily.
He raised his leg and kicked over the cart filled with the best Marrowstone Sand.
The gray Ore Sand rolled down the snow slope with a crash, and no one took a second look.
"What a fucking mine!"
The broken-eared warrior swallowed dryly, and Ninja Sword pointed directly in the direction of Land of Birds Black Market.
"The dog dealer has run away, so we are going to destroy the Chamber of Commerce! Robbing Underground Money House's treasury! Get back the hard-earned money you owe us!"
Zhou Fu stared at the pile of waste mines on the ground for a long time.
My nephew is still buried in the snow pit to the east and has not been dug out.
He bent his aching waist and picked up the bloody pickaxe again. His arms were still shaking, but there was a fierceness in his chest that he had never experienced in his life.
"Fuck you!"
In the crowd, a young miner with bloodshot eyes stepped forward.
"Count me in! Go and dig out those bitches!"
The first roar fell like sparks crashing into a pyre.
Hundreds of people roared together, and even the ice ridges hanging upside down on the top of the pit were shaken and fell.
In the face of the absolute collapse of interests, there is no mortal enemy left.
The two groups of people who were fighting each other to the death yesterday were now like green leeks tied to a rope.
The crowd rushed out Mining District.
No one looked back at the wasteland that was once regarded as a golden mountain.
The iron rod, pickaxe, Ninja Sword, roughly crushed the frozen snow crust along the way.
The large army rushed toward the city along the ore transport road. When passing the No. 2, No. 4, and No. 7 mines, the wooden work sheds were directly bulldozed by the angry crowd.
When the supervisors who stayed behind heard that the boss had escaped, they turned their swords on the spot, cut the hemp ropes binding the miners with their backhands, and joined the gang on the spot.
By the afternoon, the number of people begging for wages had swelled to several thousand.
The sky-shaking roar rolled far across the ice sheet, and the mountains in the distance were almost shaken out Nadare.
The first stop for this crowd is Land of Birds Underground Money House.
In the deepest stainless steel vault.
Golden Silk Nanmu On the table, not even the most valuable copper plate was left at this moment.
There were only stacks of land deeds, usury notes and transfer deeds stamped with red seals.
Last night, the boss of Money House was still cross-legged, planning to eat up half of Land of Wind's industry with these waste papers.
At this moment, all these have become the instructions of the King of Hell to seek death.
The fat boss sank into the animal skin chair, his three-tiered chin shaking uncontrollably.
He reached out to grab the IOU on the table, but it slipped from his fingers twice. In the end, he just pulled his hair instead.
The sound of banging on the door outside became louder and louder, and the stainless steel door buzzed.
The cracks in the wall cracked, and brick dust fell down.
"Open the door! I want to withdraw money!"
"You bastard, get out of here! Pay back my family's life-saving money!"
The cries of retail investors and the crisp sound of mobs smashing the counters were heard through the iron gate.
The boss grabbed a land deed and wanted to tear it up, but he was afraid that if he did, it would invalidate the final certificate.
His legs had already become weak and he slid from the chair to his knees on the ground.
He couldn't even get up, so he could only scream at the door with a broken voice.
"Go tell them! Money House has money! Let them come back tomorrow, and we will guarantee the payment tomorrow!"
Before he finished speaking, there was another explosion outside the vault.
The iron door bolt, which was as thick as an adult's arm, was bent half an inch by the smash, and half of the broken brick from the top of the wall hit his head, causing his head to bleed.
The boss collapsed on the ground, his eyes completely blank.
He finally recognized the reality.
What kind of wealth code did he put into the treasury? It was all a pile of bad debts that could never be destroyed.
Even my underwear is worn!
On a wilderness ridge ten miles away.
Dahe Long and Kuroda, two former Black Market bosses, were lurking behind the icy slope in embarrassment.
In order to avoid the rioting crowd when leaving the city, the two of them crawled on the ground and stripped the tattered cotton-padded jackets of the two corpses on the roadside, and threw away all the valuable mink furs that symbolized their status.
Kuroda's bare feet froze into purple carrots in the snow, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on a mountain of knives.
As night fell, Kakkō in the direction of Land of Birds Black Market soared into the sky.
The fire burned through the wind and snow, turning most of the night sky blood red.
The roar of mobs demolishing houses could be heard clearly from a distance of ten miles.
Kuroda shivered and turned around, Kakkō was filled with violently moving figures.
There was no color at all on his face, and his teeth were bruised.
"It's all over. The foundation we have accumulated for decades has been completely wasted."
Dahe Long said nothing.
He pulled up the collar of his torn cotton-padded jacket that smelled of blood, and his mind was filled with thoughts about this series of plots.
Only now did he realize that from beginning to end, the opponent had no intention of playing cards according to common sense.
Those adults above may have known about it for a long time.
The snow behind him slid down with a crash, Kuroda screamed half-heartedly, stepped on the air and rolled into a two-meter-deep snow nest.
Dahe Long stood on the slope for a while, then reached out and fished him up.
Neither of them said a word.
Two sets of footprints twisted crookedly in the snow, moving all the way into the depths of the unlit wilderness.
The Border Finance Bureau, which had been built for decades, was burned into a pile of black ash in the snow overnight.
After dawn, Konoha's ANBU will knock on the door of this city openly and openly, carrying the debts obtained from bargain hunting.
Someone has to collect the mess, but the person who collects it is only willing to pay a broken price.
This wave, Konoha wins.