I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Moreover, to the common people like them, the death of nobles was just death.

The Pasha was lucky because he was strong and valuable, so he was not killed, but his status as heir to the viscount did not allow him to enjoy any preferential treatment.

He was marked as a slave and sold to Hendak to become a slave miner. It was not until a month ago that he found an opportunity when the Vatican army was looting the mine and took advantage of the chaos to kill the guards and escape with a group of people.

The remarks that Medea had made that made him sneer would often emerge in his mind when he fell from the clouds to become a slave, working hard but being beaten, insulted and deprived of food by the overseer in various ways.

The slave mark on his body is a symbol that he will never be able to wash away.

Because the kingdom would never allow a person with the mark of a slave to become a noble, even if he was originally one.

So after he escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, he subconsciously said something similar to Medea to his companions: "Why can they withhold our food at will? This is unfair!"

"Why are we slaves? There should be no slaves in this world! We are all equal! We should have the right to eat and the dignity of being human if we work hard!"

"We should resist them! Win survival for ourselves!"

Pasha's military force and speech enabled him to successfully take the position of leader. With the few muskets and ammunition he had robbed, he led his team to conduct guerrilla warfare throughout the Hendak territory.

The Pasha awkwardly imitated what the woman had said, saying that everyone should own their own land and be able to eat and wear warm clothes.

He learned to attack certain noble lords who were considered evil by the people, and distributed the confiscated noble property equally to the people.

Seeing the crowds happy because they were given food to fill their stomachs today, he felt happy but also a little sad.

As more and more ordinary people were rescued by him and joined him voluntarily, he heard and saw more suffering and tears of different groups of people at the bottom of society.

From being blind at the beginning, he gradually began to have some insights of his own.

At the same time, his power expanded to a scale of thousands of people, and then he was targeted by Lord Hendak.

A large number of musketeers joined forces to encircle and suppress his troops, causing heavy casualties to his team. In an instant, his little flame was extinguished and reduced to its original form.

"Miss Mi Wei came here secretly and treated your injuries."

"Chief, we are out of food, this is the last bit..."

The bowl was handed back to him, filled with porridge that had a light dark green hue. The color was not dark, and one could even count the rice grains in it.

Pasha could clearly hear the middle-aged man holding the bowl swallowing his saliva and the rumbling sound of his stomach.

In the dim light of the fire, Pasha looked around the dry and damp house. Dozens of people gathered in the small house.

Now these people are all his men...Oh no, comrades.

"Little Gray hasn't come back yet?" Pasha asked in a deep voice.

Little Gray is a very smart boy who is very good at getting information and is highly regarded by the Pasha. He can always analyze the weak links of the target, allowing them to achieve twice the result with half the effort when launching a sneak attack.

"Little Gray has been arrested and is said to be being tortured in prison... He is so young that he can't stand the whip soaked in salt water, so we have to give up the secret passage No. 3 that he controls."

Pasha couldn't help but sigh after hearing this: "Alas..."

Although there were a lot of food and supplies hidden in secret passage No. 3, he knew that the middle-aged man was right. They could not take any more risks now and could only give up.

"Brother Pasha, I have some food here! Here you go."

A small black paw stretched out in front of the Pasha. In the palm of the hand was a small piece of black bread, with some teeth marks on the outside of the bread.

Pasha looked up at the skinny little girl beside the bed and said in surprise, "Wasn't this given to you a few days ago? Fatty, didn't you eat it?"

This girl was found in the firewood pile of a private house after they ambushed a group of soldiers who broke into the house to kill and rob. She said her parents called her Fatty.

She hid well and was not discovered. The Pasha blindfolded her and brought her back to the team, deceiving her by saying that her parents had run away but did not have time to take her away.

Her existence might be useless and might even consume food, but Pasha still wanted to keep her because he felt that her existence itself was her greatest use.

Chapter 54 A Spark

A team that can adopt children can naturally make people let down their guard.

At the same time, this is also telling other people in the team that they don't have to worry about being abandoned by the team if they become weak or injured, which is very beneficial to the cohesion of the team.

Besides, playing with children is the only entertainment activity that can help these people, who live on the edge of life, relax.

When the little girl heard his question, she smiled widely and said, "I ate it! It was as big as my palm before! Now it's just a tiny bit."

Because she was thin, her eyeballs looked scary big due to the sunken eye sockets. Her smile was not actually very pretty, but Pasha still thought it was very cute, just as cute as his own sister.

"Brother Pasha, eat! Only when you are full will you have the strength to fight the bad guys. Fatty only needs a little to be full."

Pasha shook his head firmly, covered her small hand with his big hand and pushed it back: "No, Fatty, be good, eat it yourself."

Pasha saw very clearly that if all the food was given to the strongest and most useful people, such utilitarian behavior would cause the already shaken team to completely disintegrate.

He took a sip from the bowl in his hand, resisted the urge to drink it all, handed the bowl to the middle-aged man, and then looked at everyone:

"We are all like-minded comrades, sharing the good and the bad. Since there is no food, let's each eat a little. If there is mine, there must be yours. Let's drink a sip to warm ourselves up. Let's go find a noble bakery and rob it!"

Looking at the bowl in the middle-aged man's hand, the originally cold and desolate atmosphere was immediately brought to life by Pasha.

"Okay! The leader's words are enough. We won't die from hunger. We can go to a bakery and have something to eat!"

"These damn nobles stole my land and ruined my family. Taking a few loaves of bread from them is a bargain for them!"

"Land of Astaire will definitely be able to defeat these damn guys. We just need to hold on until that day comes."

Pasha shook his head when he heard this. "Ms. Medea once said that a single spark can start a prairie fire! We are all flames. If there are more flames like us, these nobles will not be able to stop us!"

"Yes! We are all flames! Even though we lost the previous battle, we still have a chance! We will have more and more partners!"

The middle-aged man listened to everyone's speeches with a smile, walked to a wounded man who was leaning against the wall with an injured arm, and handed the bowl to his mouth. The man gently sipped the soup in the bowl, smiled and pushed the bowl away: "That's enough."

This happened to several wounded soldiers in a row. After dozens of people had taken turns, there was still half a bowl left. The middle-aged man stared at the bowl in a daze for a long time, then took a sip and passed it to Fatty: "It's your turn, little one."

Fatty held the bowl in both hands, looking at the rice soup in the bowl and looking at the adults around her at a loss. Everyone laughed at her gaze:

"Drink it, Fatty. Don't leave any leftovers. Don't waste food!"

"Yes! Eat something first to fill your stomach. We brothers and uncles will make you a big loaf of bread later!"

"Fatty is also a little flame, she needs to gain weight, so that she will have the strength to help us in the future, haha."

Pasha carefully wiped the musket in his hand with a piece of rag. Looking at the thing in his hand, he didn't know whether to thank it or hate it.

Because of it, Pasha's proud martial arts lost a lot of room for development, but it was also because of it that he was able to lead a group of ordinary people to unite and resist bullying.

The others also began to check their weapons and medicine bags. One of them carried a cloth bag full of potions, and they were ready.

Things like muskets are easy to get now. You can just rob a blacksmith shop and get one. But potions and bullets are more difficult to get. In the past, they were just enough.

A person can only fire two bullets per minute, so there is no point in carrying more.

Now that they are the only ones left, the distribution of potions has become more abundant.

As for the potion bag, it was a trick they came up with themselves. They wrapped the potion up and then detonated it using a device taken from a flintlock. The power caused was much greater than that of a bullet.

Just some useless people~

Once you activate this thing, you basically can't escape its explosion range. It is their last resort to die together with the enemy.

Fatty stood beside Pasha holding a bowl, raised her head and looked up at him: "Brother Pasha, is the barbecue really fragrant? Isn't it delicious?"

Pasha was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Yes, when peace is restored, I will definitely take Fatty to a barbecue, it will be very interesting."

"Oh~ No wonder Brother Pasha was still dreaming about eating barbecue in his dream, it must be delicious."

The others burst into laughter when they heard this. Pasha blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Let's go out for a while. Fatty, you little flame must guard our home well~"

"Yeah! Fatty knows!"

Seeing the little girl's serious expression, Pasha couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

"Okay, let's go, comrades!"

"..."

Next to the dry toilet behind the dilapidated thatched house, a pile of earth moved and was pushed open from below. Pasha leaned against the wooden board, revealing a tiny gap and observed the surroundings.

After confirming it was safe, he lifted the wooden board, climbed out, looked around, and then called his teammates to come up.

One of the dark-skinned men climbed out of the tunnel, patted Pasha on the shoulder and whispered:

"How about it? This used to be my home. I'm very familiar with it. This location is very safe."

"Um..."

Because of the tense situation on the front lines, the Hendak Territory has recruited more and more citizens to participate in military-related industries, and some are even sent to the front lines to fill gaps and consume the ammunition of the Astar army.

Therefore, there were more and more dilapidated empty houses in the territory, which provided great convenience for resistance teams like Pasha.

Although Hendak's army has a large number of people, they don't have a good way to deal with such a whack-a-mole situation.

The most important thing is that Pasha and his men would share the food they looted with the villagers nearby, and everyone was willing to provide cover for them, which greatly increased the difficulty of Hendak's capture and clearance operations.

It is also difficult to sit and wait, because such a team lacks everything, including food, muskets, gunpowder and even clothes. There are so many shops and workshops like this in such a large territory that it is impossible to defend them.

This is also the reason why Pasha and his men were able to survive and succeed frequently.

But this time it was different...

Just as Pasha and others passed through the tunnel and approached a brightly lit food workshop, the dark night was suddenly illuminated by a large number of torches.

Pasha's face looked frighteningly pale in the light of the fire. He was terrified and puzzled as to why his purpose had been guessed.

In fact, it was because Pasha himself was too young, and a large number of his companions were killed or injured when they were surrounded and attacked some time ago.

In this case, the consumption of weapons will inevitably be greatly reduced, and it will be obvious what is missing.

Marquis Hendak didn't need to think too much. He could just ambush every food processing point with superior forces and wait for them to fall into his trap.

Chapter 55 Little Flame

"Fire!"

As the leading noble general gave the cold order, dense gunfire suddenly filled the entire night.

"boom!"

"Clang!"

Fatty, who was drinking rice soup carefully, was startled when she heard a loud noise coming from afar. The wooden bowl in her hand fell to the ground. She picked up the bowl with most of the soup spilled out with heartache, but her mind drifted far away.

She was very familiar with this sound, because every time it sounded, she would see at least one of her uncles or brothers no longer.