Chapter 667: Starting Work

The Slaves had a clear understanding of this matter; they knew the value of the axes, and if they lost them, they would absolutely die. They certainly did not think these Soldiers were joking. As for hiding them, stop joking; they truly did not have the guts for that.

The Slaves who had received their axes walked cautiously toward the construction site. The women had already brought saws and were standing beside the giant logs, but they had no idea how to use this strange object they held in their hands.

The Bed Crossbows were already set up, the Soldiers were in position, and the entire construction site had initially formed a perimeter of firepower. If the Slaves suddenly caused trouble, they were confident they could resolve it at the first moment.

Watching the bewildered female Slaves, several Soldiers walked over and began to instruct them, though it was only verbal instruction; the Changdao in their hands were never put down.

"Place the saw on the wood, good, then hold it straight, let the saw blade point vertically downward, good, now start pulling." The instructor commanded, but the female Slaves clearly did not understand enough, and with two people working in coordination, they could not operate it at all; the saw was about to hang in the air.

"Oh my, press down! Can't one of you pull and one push? Come, you pull, you, you just follow her and push it across, yes, that's it."

The saw was pulled to the end on one side, and a mark had been sawed into the tree bark, but the Slaves stopped again.

"Now you pull it back across! You just keep doing this repeatedly, one push and one pull is all it takes, hurry up, continue!"

The Soldier was very angry; how could these people be so stupid? Although he was not an Artisan, didn't he learn how to use a saw just by watching it once?

"Keep pulling, just pull back and forth like that!"

Under such reprimands, the two Slaves, in a back-and-forth motion, began to saw the wood. The other groups of Slaves, having learned after watching, also immediately chose a position and began to saw.

However, the instructors still had to walk around to watch; if the distance was too great, they had to make them stand closer together, otherwise the distance would not be even. Just like that, the work of sawing wood was arduously carried out, creaking and groaning, and in a short time, the ground was covered with sawdust.

As for the male Slaves holding the axes, they could only watch from the side, but their eyes were not idle; they kept secretly glancing at the tools in the women's hands. They really wanted to know how this thing called a saw could cut into the wood. It looked so easy; in just a short while, it had cut in so deep. It wouldn't take long before such a large tree would be sawed into several sections.

As they were sawing, a group of women encountered a sudden situation. They were exerting force frantically, but the saw just wouldn't move. The instructor who discovered the anomaly immediately went over: "What's going on?"

A female Slave said with some panic: "Report to the instructor, it won't move. No matter how much force we use, it just won't move."

The instructor took a casual look: "Oh, that's nothing, just lift the saw up and put it back in to saw; it probably got stuck somehow."

Hearing the instructor's words, the two Slaves cautiously lifted the saw, then put it back down, and sawed again. Sure enough, it was able to move. Other Slaves who had encountered this situation followed suit and then successfully continued sawing downward.

The second team of Slaves had carried their wood back. When the wood hit the ground, they were also exhausted. They felt like they were sweating all over, and they felt a bit dizzy; why was it so tiring?

The first team of Slaves turned and glanced at them. At the same time, the axe held in their hands was revealed. The sharp-eyed Slaves saw it instantly and then opened their mouths in shock, but hindered by the current situation, they dared not speak and could only look the first team of Slaves up and down in astonishment.

He was so excited that he waved his hands up and down, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Why could a Slave receive an Iron Axe? This was too contrary to reason. Even if Huaxia wanted to make the Slaves here go to war and go to their deaths, they couldn't give them Iron Axes, right? Weren't they afraid they would turn around and rebel against Huaxia?

Before he could use his not-so-bright brain to think, his group was called over by their own instructor, saying it was to receive their tools. When an Iron Axe was placed in his hand, he finally understood what was going on. The instructor's words were also deeply imprinted in his brain: the axe could not be lost; if it was lost, his life would be lost too.

Afterward, the entire construction site gradually filled with the creaking sound of sawing wood, followed by the sound of chopping wood coming with a *boom, boom*. The sharp and hard axes, chopping onto the upright wooden stumps, could instantly shatter the stumps into two halves.

Then take it out, then chop again. Although it felt a bit tiring, it inexplicably felt so satisfying. This kind of destructive power, this sense of violence, made it feel as if they were strong, powerful, and incredible Soldiers. It was extremely comfortable. Even the supervising Soldiers on the side, seeing the Slaves in such a strange state, as if they were tireless, were equally surprised. Why were these men performing so well?

Yinyang, who was cleaning with a broom made of thin bamboo, had long seen the axes flashing with cold light being handed out one by one to the Slaves. His heart was also a bit itchy; he really wanted to touch one and use one.

Hearing the chopping sounds coming from nearby, he felt even more restless. Yinyang, who could eat food with oil and fat every day, felt that his current strength was astonishingly great. Every day he had endless energy, and even at night he could still exhaust himself with Cangyun, but he felt much more powerful than when he was wandering.

He also wanted to use an axe, but why did he get the job of sweeping the floor? So he vented his inner displeasure on the long, large broom. With a forceful sweep, he cleared a large area of loose dirt. With a few *swish, swish, swish* sounds, it made others wonder what he was doing—did he have so much energy he had nowhere to use it?

The instructors did not guard the camp strictly; even when they were here, their eyes and minds were on the construction site. They were very afraid that the thousands of Slaves holding axes would riot, and yet they also fantasized about them rioting, so that they could charge over with their Changdao to fight, killing one enemy after another, then calculate their merits and earn themselves a First Class Merit, or at the very least a Second Class Merit. In this way, being granted a surname and a title would be just around the corner, instead of just drifting through life and accumulating seniority like this. When everyone was in the same situation, promotion was truly too difficult.

Afterward, he looked at Shaoyin, who was not far away, also patrolling in armor and carrying a blade. This guy had joined the army at the same time as him, had the same training, and went on the same missions, but if there were any promotion opportunities, he would definitely be the first. Who told him to have a good father?

But he couldn't hate Shaoyin. In the army, strength spoke for itself. Shaoyin was the most powerful among those who joined in the same year; he was first in every training exercise, and they couldn't help but be convinced. Moreover, it was said that Shaoyin's future path was already arranged; in the future, he would go to Xiao Town to be the Town Mayor, and after a few years, he could be a City Lord. Damn it, why wasn't I a second-generation official?