Chapter 158 The power of the masses (please subscribe~)

At the same time, inside the shipyard.

In order to save labor costs that were not worth much in Zaun, Takeda Saito only used slave labor that was not even paid.

If a slave has no salary and no freedom, how can he be motivated to work?

This point has long been analyzed in the "Zu'an Investigation Report".

Even on the blacklist tailor-made by the Wind Leader for the Alchemy Barons of Zaun and "When the Humanoid Stars Shine" compiled by Levi himself, Takeda Saito is the most contemptuous and inhumane existence in it.

He creatively invented an assessment management method that combines the ‘alternating sorting method’ and the ‘last elimination method’.

That is to say, based on the performance evaluation factors, the slave workers are alternately sorted from the best to the worst performers, and finally the batch of slave workers ranked at the bottom are regularly 'optimized' out of the factory.

Where to optimize?

Of course, it is "waste utilization", optimized to places such as the biochemical weapons factory run by Takeda Saito, the prosthetic modification factory, and the alchemy laboratory that require "experimental consumables".

Under this cruel management system of elimination of the last place and negative incentives, the slave workers worked hard without receiving a penny.

They just want to live.

But is life easy? Of course not.

"I fuck Nemo!"

"You bastard Takeda Saito, if you wait for me, I will kill you today!"

Baku struggled to hold his shoulder that was torn apart by the overseer's whip, and got up from the ground covered in blood.

He used to be Levi's co-worker in the audio factory and was Levi's best friend.

Later, he also became a leader, and because he was good at speaking, eloquent, and good at dealing with people, he changed his profession from a worker to become a propagandist for the leader.

Later, Baku received a task from Levi - Levi needed him to disguise himself as a slave worker and sneak into Takeda Saito's shipbuilding factory, secretly carry out propaganda work among the slave workers, and establish an underground organization.

He accepted this difficult task.

After nearly a month of lurking, Baku's efforts will finally bear fruit today.

Because today is the day when the shipyard conducts monthly "performance appraisals" of slave workers and optimizes a group of talents into the laboratory.

So at this moment——

The slave workers huddled together in fear, waiting for the supervisor to take the "optimization" list and report the names of those who needed to be eliminated.

"Oka, Jim, Yadu, Barlow, Beavis, Curtis, your performance this month has been terrible."

"Takeda-sama doesn't raise lazy people, you guys can go away."

The overseer coldly called out their names one by one and sentenced them to death one by one.

The slave worker whose name was called felt as if his bones had been taken away. His face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body fell to his knees limply.

But the overseers will show no mercy.

They lifted the slaves from the ground with ease, like catching bamboo rats from a breeding farm, and threw them one by one into the "slaughter area" aside.

Life is at stake, so of course some people want to resist.

But a group of fully armed prosthetic warriors were watching coldly from the side.

Is resistance useful? No.

Slave workers have long experienced the horror of reformed soldiers.

They were just stared at by these cruel war machines, and then they knelt back to the ground limply.

So there were hundreds of slave workers and hundreds of living people on site, just like lambs to be slaughtered. They were stared at by a few supervisors with whips and a small team of prosthetic warriors.

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Soon, 230 slave workers who were on the death list were ruthlessly eliminated.

"No, no, sir!" The slave workers knelt in front of the supervisor and begged: "We are really not lazy, we all worked hard! Please tell Lord Takeda and let us continue to work for him!"

"Shut up." The supervisor said impatiently: "Our performance appraisal will not make mistakes. If you want to blame it, blame it on you for not working hard!"

"No need to ask you." There were crying and wailing everywhere.

"Get out!" Of course the supervisor would not be moved.

Not to mention him, even the surviving slave workers on the side were used to seeing this scene. Their hearts were so numb that they could no longer even express the sympathy of the rabbit dying and the fox pitiful.

Everyone just felt lucky to have survived and thanked God for allowing them to live another month.

At the same time, they are also secretly warning themselves that they must work harder next month and not let themselves fall to the point of being eliminated by optimization.

Everything is the same as before.

The eliminated slave workers cried and begged, while the surviving slave workers looked on with cold eyes.

The supervisors waved their whips and drove the "graduates" into the trucks carrying experimental supplies.

But at this moment, Baku stood up.

"Stop!" Baku was like the hero in the story, bravely standing in front of the overseer: "You are not allowed to take them away!"

"Huh?" The supervisors were all stunned.

It has been a long, long time since they have seen such a person who dared to stand up and make trouble.

"Bastard, you want to die, don't you?" the supervisor sneered.

"I don't want to die, none of us want to die! But if we don't stand up and resist, then we are really sitting back and waiting to die!" Baku shouted at the slave workers.

But the slave workers didn't dare to look at him.

Instead, the supervisor hit him hard on the shoulder with a barbed iron whip.

Baku was knocked to the ground by a whip. When he got up again, cursing, half of his body was already stained red by the dazzling blood.

But Baku still didn't take a step back.

He looked back at the surviving slave workers, friends with whom he had long been familiar:

"Everyone, you can continue to be spectators."

"But do you know? I have been in this factory for a month and have seen hundreds of slave workers - do you know how long the longest working person in the factory is?"

"Two years! Except for those skilled workers who are really irreplaceable, the ones with the longest working experience are less than two years!"

Baku shouted to the slave workers at the top of his lungs:

"No matter how docile and honest we are, we can't survive more than two years at most!"

"And how have we survived these two years? Is living like this, struggling to survive, really considered alive?"

"This" slave workers who were originally as silent as lambs suddenly became commotion.

In fact, they also know that they will not survive long if they do this.

People get old and tired. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated because their physical strength has declined and they can no longer work.

But no one has thought about how long this time will be.

Everyone doesn't dare to think about it, they just want to live in a muddleheaded way.

But now, Baku has revealed this bloody fact without any disguise.

"Brothers, stand up!"

"I think many of you have already understood what Janna's thoughts are and what a leader is. There are even many of you who have unknowingly become believers who follow the goddess Janna."

"Now I can tell you-"

"I, Baku, am the messenger of the goddess Janna and a formal member of the Wind Leader Association. My companions and I are here for one thing - to liberate everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if giving a demonstration, slave workers one after another stood out from the crowd with firm expressions.

Like Baku, they are all underground propagandists sent by the leader to lurk.

Of course, many of them were resistance activists who developed after Baku and others came to the factory.

These people are leaders.

When they responded to Baku's call and stood out from the silent crowd, the atmosphere at the scene completely changed.

The slave workers went from silence and fear, to shock and suspicion, to whispers and restlessness.

At this time, no more people had come forward, but there was already some hope in their eyes.

"You, you guys are rebelling, you are really rebelling!"

At first, the supervisors teased Baku as a clown and watched him struggling and calling out in jest.

But now, they realized that the situation was not good.

"Do you want to die? Okay, then I will kill you all!"

One of the overseers put down his whip and took out his gun from his pocket.

He pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.
To be continued...