As the flying overseer's face grew increasingly terrified, several muffled thuds of flesh hitting the ground echoed from afar.
"Shoot!" As the explosion rang out, the miners ambushing in the surroundings rushed out from their hidden spots, firing deadly arrows from their bows and crossbows at the enemies. At the same time, members of Shadow Assassin descended from above, brandishing their combat knives, daggers, short swords, and other weapons, initiating a massacre.
The overseers, already caught off guard by the sudden attack, immediately fell into chaos. Only a small portion of those lagging behind managed to organize a decent counterattack, but by then, both sides were already entangled, which made this group of overseers hesitant, fearing they might injure their teammates.
"Adjust the laser guns to burst fire mode, don't hold back so much!" a captain lagging behind commanded his squad. At this point, there was no time for hesitation; if they hesitated any longer, the enemy would be upon them. Once the enemy rushed to a position where bows and crossbows could threaten them, the gap between the two sides would be leveled.
"Fire, fire... poof..." The captain urging the other overseers to shoot suddenly let out a tragic cry. A slender metal-feathered arrow directly blew up the opponent's head. The immense force carried by the metal arrow shaft was like a live round shooting a watermelon, with red, yellow, and white brain matter splattering everywhere. A piece of yellowish-white matter even splattered heavily onto the face of the overseer closest to him.
Immediately after, several more metal arrow shafts, whistling with death, flew by, killing those armed overseers who were beyond the range of the miners' cold weapons.
"It's done, leader." Corax put away the ridiculously oversized longbow he had personally crafted, which was exaggerated for ordinary people. This longbow was a terrifying four meters long, and all the materials used were personally selected and crafted by Corax. Both its range and power, under the terrifying strength of the Primarch, instantly transformed it into a horrifying killing weapon.
The reason the miners did not use the captured laser guns and stun guns was that these bodies still needed to be returned to the High Tower. The damage caused by laser guns was immediately obvious, and this was a red line that the High Tower could not tolerate; even the captured weapons would eventually have to be returned. However, this was not unacceptable to the miners. As their leader said, if they had no guns or cannons, the enemy would provide them, and for now, they were merely held in their hands.
"Train conductor, do you still have hope for your reinforcements now?" Swain asked, looking at the battle below, which had entered its final stages.
"May I ask which family from Kiavahr you are from, and why are you targeting the High Tower in such a way?" The train conductor asked with an unusually confident tone. In his opinion, only the great nobles of Kiavahr, who were also part of the ruling class, would have the ability to train a group of miners to such an extent. These two individuals, in terms of strength, demeanor, and the aura they exuded, could absolutely not have been cultivated by these impoverished slaves.
"Train conductor, take your time thinking about it. Perhaps you'll have an unexpected surprise when the time comes. For now, you should patiently await the High Tower's orders." Swain paused, then spoke mysteriously. Since the other party liked to overthink, let them do so. As long as the objective was achieved, that was enough.
It had been more than half a day since the miners organized the strike. According to the handling procedures Corax learned by infiltrating the High Tower, Agamemnus, who was responsible for handling these affairs, must have already received the information. The people at the bottom dared not conceal it for so long; it was truly a matter of losing their heads.
At the bottom of the High Tower, Agamemnus was deeply reclined in a large leather armchair, the pale blue light emanating from the data pad illuminating his profound face. Agamemnus, usually stern and unsmiling, was now looking at the balance in his bank account with a pained expression.
"That old geezer came down, I worked for two months for nothing, my money, my money! It must be that these damned miners aren't working hard enough! From tomorrow... no, from now on, double the workload!" Agamemnus sprang up from the soft leather sofa, instantly concluding that the root cause of his dwindling wealth was the insufficient effort of the beasts at the bottom. If the employees below didn't work hard, how could the leader become more awesome and powerful!!!
"Sir, something terrible has happened! The supply station below says that the slaves have collectively gone on strike. From the shift change until now, more than half a day has passed, and there's no one on the Lycaeus mines. The overseers and these slaves have already erupted into violent conflict." Budelin, Agamemnus's assistant, rushed directly into his office without knocking, reporting anxiously.
"Strike? Who gave them the guts?!" Agamemnus, who had just sat back down on his sofa, instantly sprang to his feet. This was simply unforgivable!
"Sir, this matter doesn't seem so simple. These are the demands from the largest miner camp in the east." Budelin's spotless white fingers swiped across the blue-glowing data pad, then he opened the recording of Swain's call with the people below and handed it to Agamemnus.
"I want to see the exchange rate changed before sunset, otherwise our people will spread the news to the Tower Lord. You can ask Agamemnus if we have that capability." Swain's confident voice could not be concealed even through the data pad.
"These damned bastards!!!!" Agamemnus furiously slammed the data pad in his hand onto the ground. Under the immense force, the data pad emitted a series of protesting cracks, then shattered into pieces, with various electronic components flying everywhere before settling back onto the luxurious carpet made of lamb's wool.
Hearing what Swain said, Agamemnus naturally thought of those political prisoners who had been exiled from the Kiavahr homeworld. Only they would have the power to contact the Tower Lord.
"Sir, should we apply to the higher-ups to mobilize the High Tower's army to suppress these ungrateful slaves?" Budelin asked for instructions.
"Suppress your mother's head!" Agamemnus casually picked up an inkstone from his large desk and threw it at the other party. If Budelin had been trained by him personally, he would have even wanted to pull out the laser gun from his waist and give him two bursts.
Mobilize the army? Was he trying to die faster? Or was this kid trying to take advantage of the situation to climb up the ranks? The mobilization of the army required the Tower Lord's approval. Wasn't this putting him on the spot?