National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Well, people have to do something when they are alive. If I don't do this, what else can I do?"

The slave laborer showed a helpless look. The so-called wall-building was just his helpless way of making merry before his death.

"If the people here want to rebel one day, I will definitely be the first one to join them."

He also glanced at the people nearby, and after making sure that no one heard him, he spoke to Zhang Yang in a low voice.

"Oh? My name is Zhang Yang, what's your name?" Zhang Yang became excited when he heard it. This meant he had found his organization.

The rebellion cannot be accomplished by his own strength alone, and he is worried that he can't find teammates.

"What a strange name. My name is Victor."

His eyes then focused on the work in his hands, and the trowel was full of soul in his hands.

The fine mortar perfectly fills each brick gap.

"Why do you feel strange?" Zhang Yang was a little puzzled. Cohenkubo seemed to frown when he heard his name for the first time.

"Your name sounds like an outsider, and no one likes outsiders here."

Victor seemed to have remembered something from the past, as if his current fate was related to some outsiders.

"You mean I'd better change my name?"

Seeing the nearby guards looking over here, Zhang Yang quickly handed a brick to Victor.

"Of course, if you want to lead everyone in rebellion."

"You, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Yang was a little scared. After all, if these two words were heard by others, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't you want to rebel?" Victor's eyes dimmed, and the look he gave Zhang Yang no longer had the original expectation.

"Why do you think I want to rebel?" Zhang Yang never said that he wanted to rebel, but the person in front of him seemed to have the ability to read his mind and see through his intentions.

"Because you are a new face. Everyone who comes here just wants to rebel."

While Victor was working, he suddenly took out a white steamed bun from his pocket and ate it in small bites while no one around him was paying attention.

"You have steamed buns! Where did you get them?" Although Zhang Yang was amazed, his voice was still very small.

"It was given by a caretaker as a reward for my good work."

Victor ate and spoke at the same time, glancing away from time to time, as if he was afraid of being discovered by other slaves.

"Good guy." Zhang Yang nodded, thoughtfully.

This man named Victor is indeed a talent. No wonder he looks in good spirits. It turns out that he has been secretly hoarding food rations.

But even such a person who has received the gift of the Watcher is always thinking about escaping from here.

He can be used by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang quickly mixed into the trench digging camp. Fortunately, the appearance of each slave worker was similar, and the guards did not notice anything unusual.

Five trenches were being dug simultaneously, three of which extended beyond the camp.

There are also armed guards monitoring outside the camp, which is also within the shooting range of the two watchtowers.

Outside is an endless barren plain. Escaping directly from here is tantamount to suicide.

Seeing that two guards were staring at him, Zhang Yang hurried down to the trench and started digging.

As shovelfuls of soil rolled out, the two guards finally dispelled their doubts.

While digging, Zhang Yang also observed the shovel.

The shovel here is very similar to the engineer shovel in the previous life, except that it lacks the serrated surface and foldable design.

However, it still has considerable lethality when wielded.

It can barely be considered a weapon of rebellion.

During the excavation process, a person next to him kept throwing mud and dust into Zhang Yang's trench, making Zhang Yang eat dirt several times.

"Brother, be careful!" Zhang Yang raised his head and patted the man's butt, then he crawled out from another dirt road.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang pointed to his head, his hair was covered with mud.

"Oh, sorry." Fortunately, the other party was still polite. Not only did he apologize, but he also began to move his dirty hands on Zhang Yang's head.

"I..." Seeing that the other party was kind enough to help him clean the dust, Zhang Yang didn't say anything.

"My name is Ben Baker, they all call me the little human motor. I'm so sorry for the accidental injury just now."

Baker's attitude was quite sincere, so Zhang Yang forgave him.

At this moment, he also remembered what Victor had said to him.

[You mean, I'd better change my name? ]

[Of course, if you want to lead everyone in rebellion. ]

"It doesn't matter, my name is Yang Youwen. You can just call me Youwen."

"Yang Youwen, what a domineering name. Then you can just call me Baker." Baker smiled innocently when he heard it.

"By the way, Baker."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang leaned over, holding Baker's shoulder, and the two of them buried themselves in the dark trench.

"Have you ever thought about rebelling?"

……

Dusk rose quietly as the slaves worked, and they ended a day's hard work.

Two slave laborers collapsed from exhaustion during the journey and were killed on the spot by the guards, who then dragged their bodies out of the camp.

The two bloodstains left by the corpse were quickly dispersed by two basins of dirty water and embedded in the ground drop by drop.

"Put your tools aside and get in line!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

As night fell, the slaves, driven away by their guards, ended a day of hard work.

Looking at the shovels piled casually beside the trench, Zhang Yang, who was mixed in the team, secretly became cautious.

"Brother Youwen, do you usually listen to music?" Baker, who was standing behind Zhang Yang, started to chat. He seemed to want to make friends with Zhang Yang.

"Of course." Zhang Yang nodded.

“I like the bass, and my sister likes the ukulele.”

Baker looked at the dim gray-blue clouds in the distant sky, a look of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

"I like listening to violin music. When necessary, it will automatically come to my mind." Zhang Yang smiled and joked casually.

The team quickly arrived at the basement door under the escort of several guards.

The guard in charge of the basement took out the key and opened the iron door leading to the basement.

"Come in one by one! Hiding anything is a capital crime!"

Before entering, guards would search the slaves to prevent them from secretly carrying weapons.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but look back at Victor.

The latter stuck out his tongue like Einstein in his previous life, indicating that he had finished his bun.

Zhang Yang chuckled and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Cohenkubo at the back of the team.

I wonder if he found the blue bird pendant he had during the day, but I don’t think it will be confiscated.

Soon it was Zhang Yang's turn to be searched.

Zhang Yang raised his hands calmly, but his eyes were on the waist of the guard who was guarding the door.

He had a key on his waist, which was obviously the key to the iron gate.

Zhang Yang's eyes were like a hook, staring straight at the key.

"Okay, let's go in."

Zhang Yang finished searching his body, but he lost his balance and fell onto the guard next to him.

"What are you doing!" The guard was the one in charge of the keys. He pushed Zhang Yang away vigilantly and then touched his waist.

The key is still there.

"Sorry, sorry! I feel a little dizzy." Zhang Yang apologized quickly, keeping his head down the whole time.

"Don't do anything tricky!" The guard pointed his gun at Zhang Yang and did not retract his sharp gaze until the latter entered the dark basement.

Walking down the stairs, in the dim light, the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth curled up in a rare arc.