Zhou Daguang stared intensely at Yang Fei.

"There are only two ways now. Either before Beldomcen's heavy forces surround this place, everyone scatters, running as far as they can, escaping if they can."

He shook his head before Yang Fei could speak.

"This path seems promising but is actually a dead end."

"Every slave is branded, with checkpoints and sentries covering Beldomcen's territory."

"They simply cannot escape and will inevitably be captured and executed."

He spoke, rolling up his sleeve, revealing a semicircular branding mark with an English letter at its center.

Yang Fei recognized the English letter as the abbreviation of "slave."

He clenched his teeth tightly, looking deeply at Zhou Daguang.

"Just tell me the second option."

Zhou Daguang hesitated before drawing heavily on a thick cigar, his brows furrowing.

"This second path also means a dead end for some slaves, but most can find new life."

Here, he pointed to many fortifications and bunkers in the mining area.

"The defense facilities are all ready-made, and there's ample ammunition."

"Seeing how these slaves are already stirred up, why not arm them and confront Beldomcen? Maybe it's possible to survive."

Yang Fei understood Zhou Daguang's intention but shook his head.

"These slaves haven't received military training. Their combat skills are virtually nonexistent; if war breaks out, I fear mercenaries will crush them in one round."

Zhou Daguang gritted his teeth, displaying a defiant expression.

"Either way, it's death. If we must die, let's die charging forward."

Yang Fei nodded, abruptly asking.

"Among these thousands of slaves, at least two hundred are Huaxia people, right?"

Zhou Daguang nodded: "I haven't calculated it exactly, maybe over three hundred..."

Saying this, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Are you willing to stay?"

Yang Fei sighed, speaking calmly: "I'm also a Huaxia person."

"We're all brothers, I can't let them be bullied, let's fight back together."

He said and extended his hand, clapping with Zhou Daguang.

Zhou Daguang laughed heartily, having Yang Fei join gave him newfound confidence.

Yang Fei had already set his mind while speaking.

"With our small numbers, fighting against tens of thousands of Beldomcen is impossible."

"But before they fully launch an attack on the mining area, we can kill the leader Beldomcen. If their camp falls into chaos, we have a chance."

Zhou Daguang, despite being daring, was startled by Yang Fei's plan.

"You want to execute a decapitation strike? Beldomcen is protected by thirty to forty thousand troops. This is near impossible."

Yang Fei coldly smiled: "But, do we have any other option?"

Zhou Daguang thought for a moment, his blood boiling.

"You're right, we have nowhere to go."

Yang Fei sighed long: "Don't worry, I won't go to die alone, I have comrades."

Zhou Daguang was both surprised and delighted: "What, you have brothers?"

"If their fighting abilities rival yours, this plan is highly feasible."

Yang Fei's strength thoroughly amazed Zhou Daguang.

If there are three or four others as strong as him, Yang Fei's decapitation plan could very well succeed.

Yang Fei smiled, waving his hand at him.

"I have twelve brothers, each as strong as me."

"Damn, twelve! Oh heavens, who are you people?"

Zhou Daguang almost wet himself.

With Yang Fei alone, he could nearly wipe out the entire mining mercenaries.

If twelve such devils arrive, that could turn everything upside down!

Yang Fei smiled, turned around, and spoke calmly: "I need a telephone."

"Also, send someone to find a bracelet and a longsword for me, they should be at the mining headquarters."

Zhou Daguang didn't dare neglect, nodded, and turned away to personally handle it.

Meanwhile, Agu had become the spiritual leader of the slaves, his leadership surprisingly capable.

Under Agu's rallying, more than a thousand slaves were organized into ten mid-sized teams, each with ten squads led by temporary commanders.

After the mining mercenaries retreated, they left a large amount of firearms and ammunition, enough to arm this thousand-strong organization.

Everyone was equipped with weapons, given rifles, military spikes, and some uniforms, many of which were stripped from the dead.

Yang Fei and Zhou Daguang were both surprised.

Agu seemed unassuming, yet his organizational leadership skills were powerful.

Being able to organize such a group of ragtag individuals within a few hours was an achievement even Yang Fei couldn't match.

This natural leadership ability is enviable but impossible for others to replicate.

Clearly, this armed force under Agu was in Zhou Daguang and Yang Fei's best interest, so they did not obstruct Agu.

Agu's admiration for Yang Fei was nearly worshipful.

Zhou Daguang conveyed Yang Fei's request, and Agu diligently searched the whole mining area for the lost Three-Star Shine and Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army.

However, to Yang Fei's dismay.

Agu mobilized everyone, searching thoroughly for the Three-Star Shine and the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army but still couldn't find them.

Later a slave provided information, claiming the diamond mine's owner was a sycophant, endlessly flattering Beldomcen.

Yang Fei's possessions might have been given to Beldomcen.

Yang Fei sighed, temporarily helpless.

Agu didn't find the Three-Star Shine or the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army but fortunately, they found an old-style telephone.

Yang Fei dialed a long sequence of numbers, contacting the Changfeng Squad.

Novis Queen's Palace, Mad Blade was idly drinking with a bunch of Changfeng team members.

Yang Fei's mysterious disappearance sank Changfeng Squad's morale to the lowest.

Any heroic troop has a soul figure.

The troop's morale and combat style are deeply etched by this soul figure.

Once troops have a soul and mark, they form traditions.

Even if veterans are replaced repeatedly, new recruits assimilate into the troop within days, becoming wholly new members.

Thus, a troop is a melting pot.

A troop like Changfeng Squad is also a melting pot.

Yang Fei crafted Changfeng Squad, leaving his mark on it.

His mischievousness, his carefree demeanor, filled with bravery and iron will, inspired every Changfeng Squad member with genuine admiration.

And every Changfeng team member, more or less, absorbed Yang Fei's audacious and indomitable spirit.

Even the most earnest Fan Yi and Three Swords couldn't escape it.

Mad Blade drank while watching his satellite phone.

This marked the one thousand three hundred sixty-first time he checked his phone since Yang Fei disappeared.

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