National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Under the blue sky, towering snow-capped mountains stand majestically.

The steep peaks are covered with snow, and the mountains are so steep that they are daunting.

The biting cold wind howled, like a sharp blade cutting across the face.

Surrounded by thick clouds and fog, there is a snow camp built on the mountain.

The guards in the camp had rough faces, most of them had hooked noses, and thick beards that covered their entire faces.

There was vigilance and ferocity in each of those dark blue eyes.

He was wrapped in thick fur clothing and had a sharp weapon on his waist.

Their rough skin was cracked by the cold wind, but it did not reduce their ferocity at all.

There is a large pen inside the camp, which was originally used as a cattle shed and now holds many "slaves".

Their hair was disheveled, like a tangled mass of weeds.

His skin was rough and dark, and his clothes were tattered, barely covering the key parts of his body.

Although his muscles are clearly defined, he appears thin and shriveled.

The pairs of eyes in the pen flashed with vigilance and confusion under the dirt.

Only after the nearby patrol team walked away did they dare to talk in a low voice.

"Have you heard that Solomon is dead?" A skinny slave spoke, covering his mouth.

His hands were covered with calluses and scars, and his nails were long and black, like the claws of a wild animal.

"What? Who told you that?" Another slave became interested and leaned over.

The other slaves heard this and inadvertently moved closer, pricking up their ears in the cold wind.

The slave pointed to a wandering merchant who was trading with soldiers in the distance, and everyone immediately understood.

"Babu, tell us what happened."

After learning that the news came from the wandering merchant, Babu's words instantly gained credibility.

The slaves around quickly gathered together and listened attentively.

"That's right, Babu, I'll trade you potatoes."

There was even a dark-skinned slave laborer who brought out potatoes that looked like coal.

"Go away!" Babu slapped away the other party's feeding with one hand.

Where are the potatoes?

It's clearly cow dung from the shed next door!

"Stop messing around and tell me now."

At everyone's urging, Babu shared what he had learned.

"Come on, let's start with the story of that beast Solomon leading the army in person..."

Babu spoke with great emotion and spit flying everywhere.

From Solomon being teased in the Bluebird Camp to the inexplicable bombing before the war, he recounted the entire event almost word for word.

"I go……"

Everyone was shocked when they heard it, and some even exclaimed “tsk tsk tsk”.

"Is the leader of the Blue Birds really that powerful?"

"This is amazing! This tactic is so powerful that I would even believe him if he said he could predict the future!"

"He just fully understands human nature." Babu drank a bottle of "Ganges Water" and then added.

"It is said that this blue bird had the same past life as us."

"They were once slave laborers in the Kro Mountains, but they eventually rebelled successfully, took up arms and became leaders!"

"I'm so envious. It's a pity that our pen has an electric fence, otherwise I would have fought for it too!"

Another bald black man looked at the electric fence outside the fence and said angrily.

It’s not that some of them haven’t thought about rebellion, but the rulers of the Yawen Snow Mountain are very shrewd.

Under their layers of blockade, the possibility of a successful rebellion is almost zero.

Many of them had attempted to rebel, but their final outcomes were horrible, and the rest did not dare to even think about rebelling.

"Solomon is dead, which is good news. It won't be long before Yang Youwen and Bluebird come in and catch the remaining beasts in one fell swoop!"

Speaking of this, Babu's brows relaxed slightly.

"I really want to join them. I also want to be a free blue bird!"

Another short slave held his chin with both hands, his dark lips curled up unwillingly.

"Hey? I also heard that Yang Youwen and his team liberated the workers in Luoqingshan District, and in the end those workers all joined Bluebird!"

Babu suddenly remembered this and a bold idea came to his mind.

"How about we join forces with Bluebird to catch these beasts in one fell swoop!"

"Maybe they'll let us join because of our contributions!"

"Really?" A slave laborer looked at a circle of iron sheets beside the fence.

The smooth iron sheet was like a narrow mirror, reflecting his unbearable savage figure and his facial features that were too dark to be seen clearly.

"Will they really take us in?"

"I know this might be difficult, but don't you want to try?"

"I won't miss this opportunity!" Bob clenched his fists and looked at the blue sky outside the fence with longing.

Just as the slave workers were chattering about something, a fully armed, burly man walked over from a distance.

The man was wearing a security bulletproof vest and a field guerrilla chest mount. His face was full of flesh and he was holding an S12K in his hand.

Load the magazine as you walk, then insert the magazine into the gun.

That's a big 20 round magazine!

"This……"

"It's over." The slaves all understood the style of the Yawen guards, and they were not fools.

At this critical juncture, they should probably choose to kill them first to prevent them from joining forces with the Bluebirds when they attack.

"No way, we haven't rebelled yet, how do they know we want to cooperate with the outside world?" The black slave playing with the "potato" was full of doubts.

"You are stupid! Anyone can think of that!" another slave worker said unhappily. The hope that had finally risen in his heart dimmed again in an instant.

"Damn it..." Babu clenched his fists and looked quickly for something near the fence.

But wherever he looked, there were no weapons they could use to defend themselves.

They have always been lambs to be slaughtered and livestock in the eyes of these guards.

Sometimes, they are even worse than livestock.

Looking at the cowshed next door, the environment there is several times better than the pen where they live.

"Hmph, little guys, I'm here to 'liberate' you." The fat man approached and raised his gun.

The slaves retreated in fear and huddled in the corner of the pen.

Only Bob seemed to be indifferent to life and death. He stood there resolutely with his fists clenched.

"You beasts, it's thanks to your hard work that we have potatoes to eat. I'm sure you've had enough of this dark life."

"Let me understand your lives, and in hell you won't have to work."

As expected of a villain, he could have just shot them directly, but the fat man still pretended to be righteous and said some awe-inspiring words to them.

While they were talking, some timid slaves were so scared that they peed their pants.

“Hahaha, don’t be too scared. There are succubi in hell.” The fat man likes the feeling of controlling other people’s fate.

He raised his gun and was about to kill Babu who was standing in the front, but suddenly he felt someone grabbing his neck!