I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"boom!"

"boom..."

Loud noises came from far away and gradually got closer. The sad expressions of the men who were less seriously injured turned into anxious ones. It was obvious what they had encountered given the frequency of the noises.

They picked up their weapons and hurriedly ran towards the tunnel entrance outside the door: "Fatty!!! Watch out for the house!"

【Bang bang.....】

"what!"

The middle-aged man dragged Pasha, who was pale because of being shot during the breakout, and ran quickly. Their team of dozens of people was now reduced to only a dozen people.

From time to time, they would run into several teams of soldiers head-on on certain sections of the road. Some team members failed to avoid the dense rain of bullets and were shot continuously, lying in the snow wailing.

After a while, it gradually lowered and was drowned out by the sound of gunfire and wind.

Pasha and his men had no time to reload and fight back, and the enemy did not give them the opportunity.

And because the noise of the explosion of the explosive pack was too conspicuous at night, it also exposed their position.

The soldiers of Hendak's army fired light bullets from time to time to illuminate an area, and began to encircle the area purposefully.

When the density increases, even under the cover of night, the enemy's gunfire will expose their location.

When it was late at night, Pasha and others who were fleeing for their lives finally broke out of the encirclement and had a chance to catch their breath.

He turned around and wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he was stunned. At this time, there was no one else except him and the middle-aged man~

Pasha, holding his wound, leaned against the wall in a state of despair and muttered, "It's over... It's all over, damn it, it's all my fault..."

The middle-aged man patted his shoulder and shook his head, saying, "It's not your fault. If we don't come out, we will all starve to death. We have no choice."

Pasha wanted to say something when he heard the sound of dense footsteps nearby. A magic bullet rose into the air, illuminating the airspace, making it impossible for the two men to hide and allowing them to see the surrounding soldiers clearly.

Nearly a hundred people densely packed around them.

This time, Marquis Hendak spent a lot of money to catch this guy who spread reactionary remarks. He mobilized a large number of magicians to use magic detection to lock the breath of Pasha and others.

The fewer targets there were around the surface, the harder it would be for Pasha and his men to conceal their tracks, something that the knight Pasha was not aware of.

"The rebel leader is here! Capture him!"

"My Lord has ordered that the rebel leader's body be rewarded with fifty gold coins, and a hundred gold coins be rewarded alive!"

"Come on!"

The middle-aged man pushed him into the tunnel, and a burst of gunfire and muffled groans rang out.

Pasha sat at the bottom of the pit and watched drops of blood fall on his face and body.

A muffled man's voice came from above: "Go away! I've killed enough people, and my death is worth it. As long as you are still here, our deaths will not be in vain."

"We are not good at talking and don't understand the truth, but we all believe that there must be such a beautiful world as you described. Please go and see it for us!"

“…”

"boom!"

After a loud explosion, Hendak's troops, who had been shooting from a distance, finally dared to go forward to check.

The officer walked forward and took a look at the big pit and the collapsed tunnel in front of him. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Why don't you serve the country if you are so fearless of death, you damn lowly people!"

Pasha, covered in dust, struggled to climb out of the tunnel to the cave entrance. The severe pain from the bullet hitting his waist made him unable to use any strength, and he was unable to climb out of the tunnel entrance.

"hehe..."

A shadow blocked Pasha's head as he was gasping for breath. He managed to look up and exclaimed, "Fatty?!"

"Brother Pasha, let me help you!" Fatty's muffled voice came from above her head.

Then he felt a small force pulling him on his arm. With this force, Pasha struggled to climb out of the tunnel, lying on his side in the cold snow, breathing heavily.

Pasha's face was half submerged in the dirty snow and his body was trembling slightly.

After recovering for a long time, he got up, wiped his face and looked around. He found that he and Pang Ya were at the junction of the city's industrial and commercial areas, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Due to the special nature of the commercial area, there are all kinds of people there, making it difficult to search and arrest. Their base camp is located here. As long as they pass through a cross-area tunnel, they will be completely trapped.

He climbed up and covered his abdomen, and took Pangya's hand with his other hand: "Pangya, let's go, I'll take you out first, it's not safe here anymore."

Pasha led the fat girl who was carrying a small backpack and rushed quickly towards the area where the tunnel was hidden. From time to time, several or dozens of people could be seen gathering together to rest on the path along the way.

This place is near the smelting workshop in the industrial area. The steam engines and furnaces that run day and night make the temperature in this area much higher than other places.

A large number of homeless vagrants and slave laborers hang out in this area at night, because if there is any sudden work, they can recruit workers from this group of people on the spot, and the workshops turn a blind eye to their existence.

At this time, a lot of noise was heard in the distance, and it was obvious that Hendak's soldiers had searched the vicinity.

Pasha pulled Fatty into the dark alley connecting the two workshops, and pushed aside a pile of debris mixed with feces and urine, revealing the wooden roof at the bottom.

After opening it, Pasha jumped down first. After stabilizing himself, he got ready to catch the fat girl who jumped down: "Come! Brother will catch you, don't be afraid!"

Pang Ya glanced at the messy garbage pile, then looked at Pasha who was at the bottom of the shaft motioning her to jump down. She was tempted but also hesitant.

But remembering the bowl of porridge before, she finally bent down, knelt down, lifted the lid and covered the entrance.

"Fatty! What are you doing? Open it and jump down!" Pasha immediately climbed up anxiously.

There was a rustling sound outside, and Fatty's voice came in: "Brother Pasha, you go first. I'll restore this place so they won't be able to find me. I can hide by myself."

"Nonsense! There are bad guys outside, where can you hide?"

Pasha, who was clinging to the earthen wall, stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden board. As soon as he exerted force, he felt a piercing pain in his waist and abdomen, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"I can hide around here. No one will care about me since I'm so young. I'll wait here for you to come back."

"You should leave quickly, it will be too late if you don't leave now."

After trying several times, Pasha still couldn't push open the top cover where Fatty was sitting, so he could only give up helplessly and said:

"Okay, but don't stay here. Hide in the innermost part. I will come to find you, or I may send someone to find you. His name is Carson. Remember?"

Fatty responded crisply: "Okay, don't worry about me, Brother Pasha, I am a little flame."

She deftly restored her surroundings to their original state, reached into her bag with her small hand, took out the piece of black bread, and stuffed it all into her mouth.

With puffy cheeks, Fatty squinted her eyes in satisfaction, walked briskly to the entrance of the alley and squatted there.

At the same time, the search team also arrived nearby. Several soldiers were whipping the people who were huddled together with long whips, and screams and wails were heard everywhere.

Those who escaped were shot on the spot, and the remaining adult men were captured and controlled by the soldiers, while the older ones were kicked aside like dead dogs.

"Sir, we didn't find the rebel leader, but we captured many rebel members!"

A noble officer in bright and beautiful clothes stood in the distance, waiting for his soldiers and subordinates to control the situation. Then he walked into the street with a look of disgust on his face and nodded nonchalantly at his subordinates' reports.

Glancing at the dim street, a dark shadow caught his attention.

The officer stopped and asked, "What is that?"

The subordinates next to him immediately stepped forward to check, and the black shadow moved, revealing a pair of bright big eyes.

"Fuck! He's a pariah!"

The soldier was startled and angrily raised the whip in his hand and lashed at him: "Little bastard! Who told you to hide here and disturb the master? Beat you to death, you bastard!"

The petite body was beaten to the ground. The long whip specially used for training slaves was covered with barbs. Every time it was whipped with a strange whistling sound, a string of blood would be thrown into the muddy snow.

The dark shadow curled up at the entrance of the alley and endured it silently.

The officer who was watching the show noticed the package tightly held in the black shadow's arms. He curiously walked up to the whipping soldier and pointed at him, saying, "Don't fight yet. Go and see what's in that package."

Upon hearing this, the soldier stepped forward and kicked the black shadow, and tried to pull the package away with his whip. As a result, the package was torn into pieces by the whip's barb with a "ripping" sound, and an unknown object fell out of it.

"what..."

Before he finished speaking, the black shadow on the ground stretched out its arm and placed it on the cloth bag: "Fire~flame..."

The noble officer came closer to take a look. When he saw clearly, his face turned pale and he screamed miserably: "It's a bomb..."

The dark red little hand glowed faintly under the officer's constricted gaze.

Time seems to stand still at this moment

The faint light suddenly burst into a dazzling light, dispersing and evaporating the surrounding darkness.

"Boom!"

Chapter 56: Comrades Don’t Lie to Comrades

After the loud explosion and brilliant light, the nobles, soldiers, shadows, and alleys disappeared, and the previous tranquility was restored.

Pasha, who was walking a long way in the dark with his hands covering his abdomen, heard a loud noise, and then felt the entire passage begin to shake violently, with the supporting wooden boards creaking and breaking.

Pasha suddenly turned around and looked at the dark tunnel, with a strong bad feeling in his heart.

"Fat girl..."

'Crack'

The sound of the wooden boards breaking became more and more obvious. Pasha's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth and ran desperately. It seemed that the goddess had mercy on him, and the passage around the exit did not collapse until he saw it.

After successfully climbing out of the tunnel, Pasha knelt on the ground facing the direction he came from.

He had no time to feel sad. The long and intensive physical exertion made him extremely hungry. He searched his body and found only five small bags of rationed gunpowder and bullets, and the spear on his back, nothing else.

The breeze blew across his face through the wall. In the moonlight, Pasha groped on the ground, grabbed a handful of clean-looking snow, and stuffed it into his mouth along with the cotton wool in his clothes.

Lying on the ground to recover his strength, he looked at the endless night sky. Apart from the huge moon, there was a dim star twinkling alone.

Thinking of his teammates' faces, Pasha regained his spirits and ran towards Carson's house, staggering a little.

He had to live, not just for himself.

"..."

"Clang!"

"The Marquis has ordered that anyone who reports the whereabouts of the rebel leader Pasha will be rewarded with ten catties of grain! Anyone who reports and captures him alive will be rewarded with a thousand catties of grain and ten ounces of gold! Anyone who harbors or protects him will be punished with the punishment of being beheaded!"

"Clang!"

"The Marquis has issued an order that anyone who reports the whereabouts of the rebel leader Pasha will be rewarded with ten kilograms of grain! If you report and capture him alive..."

Carson tossed and turned in bed, and couldn't help swallowing when he heard the soldiers outside shouting for food.