Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 891 - 120:

Jiang Bo'Er etched everything he saw firmly in his mind, each detail imprinted like a knife carving in his brain.

The mining machinery of the Victorians, the patrolling soldiers, the transport routes—these pieces of information were vital.

He took a deep breath, feeling the sting of the cold air filling his lungs, then carefully crept down the slope.

His movements were light and agile, like a fox traversing the snow, trying hard to avoid making any noise.

Although the Victorians made no concealing efforts, their actions were almost blatant, as if they didn't care about the French at all, Jiang Bo'Er still didn't want to be discovered.

He knew what awaited him once exposed.

In the years following the onset of the apocalyptic winter, the Victorian rule became increasingly excessive.

Their oppression was pervasive, like an invisible net, encompassing every French person.

Many had already been punished and killed for various reasons—some for stealing a piece of bread, others for expressing dissatisfaction, and still others just for being in the wrong place.

Thus, Jiang Bo'Er had to be extremely cautious.

He moved along the mountainside, using the shadows as cover, inching his way down the mountain until he was out of range of Victorian detection, then began to run.

Returning to the mine where he worked, Jiang Bo'Er crawled back into the interior through a secretly dug tunnel and found the organization members laboring away.

The Victorians generally did not personally descend because the narrow and dark underground mine.

They preferred to stand outside, controlling the miners by sealing the mine entrance, stationing a few soldiers to watch over them, ensuring the miners had nowhere to escape.

Only kids like Jiang Bo'Er, with a small stature, could crawl out through a tunnel crafted from a seismic crevice.

He discovered the crevice formed by the earthquake and, after long exploration and digging, finally transformed it into a hidden tunnel.

This tunnel was narrow and winding, impossible for adults to pass through, but for Jiang Bo'Er, just right for him to escape with his slender, nimble body.

He was like a nimble mouse, crawling in the darkness, avoiding Victorian surveillance, bringing outside information into the mine, and slowly relaying the miners' hope.

This tunnel became the only channel for the mine to connect with the outside world.

The Victorians absolutely forbade any miner from leaving the mine, imprisoning them in this dark underground world with an iron grip.

With the harsh exchange ratio of ore and food, the miners had to work tirelessly to barely exchange for food to fill their stomachs.

Every day, the miners struggled in fatigue and hunger.

Jiang Bo'Er would occasionally try to bring food back through the tunnel from outside.

However, the entire Marsel City was under the suffocating rule of the Victorians, shortages of food became widespread.

Even if Jiang Bo'Er risked his life to crawl out of the mine, finding enough food in the city was difficult.

The prices of food in the market were exorbitant, and a child like him simply couldn't afford it.

Despite some comrades having connections in the city, capable of procuring some food, overall, it was merely a drop in the ocean.

These comrades took immense risks, secretly hiding food in undisclosed locations, awaiting Jiang Bo'Er's retrieval.

However, the quantity of food was far from sufficient, incapable of solving the hunger issue inside the mine.

Furthermore, this couldn't be done frequently.

Frequently bringing food back from outside could easily attract the attention of the Victorians.

They might discover the miners' hidden tunnel, thereby completely sealing this only passage.

Worse still, they might trace it back to uncover those comrades in the city secretly aiding the miners, leading to the destruction of the entire resistance organization.

Thus, Jiang Bo'Er and his companions had to be exceptionally cautious.

"Renault! The Victorians sent down a massive machine from the sky, that thing can directly dig through the strata; I saw them digging ores on the other side of the mountain, the efficiency is terrifying, one machine can equal a hundred people ... no, at least two hundred people's labor." Jiang Bo'Er reported the information he saw to the leader of the resistance.

Renault, an elderly man who participated in the great revolution, was once a factory foreman and union president in Marsel City.

He had undergone the baptism of the French Revolution, personally witnessing the people overthrowing royal tyranny with blood and courage.

However, the arrival of the Victorians led to another twist in his fate.

For organizing workers to strike and protest against Victorian oppression, Renault was arrested and thrown into this dark mine.

Despite his age, his spirit of resistance had never extinguished.

He became the spiritual leader of the workers in the mine, using his experience and wisdom to guide everyone in seeking hope amidst the darkness.

When Jiang Bo'Er brought back outside news, Renault immediately realized its significance.

Swiftly, he gathered a few core members of the organization, hid in a secluded corner, and began discussing how to deal with the current crisis.

"The Victorians are becoming increasingly outrageous!" a burly worker said indignantly.

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger.

"This month's food exchange ratio increased again! If this continues, we'll work ourselves to death and still not obtain enough food!" Despite his robust appearance, his gaunt face and sunken eyes clearly indicated he hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

His fist was tightly clenched, seemingly wanting to smash all the injustices before him.

Renault listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

He knew the patience of everyone had reached its limit. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Life in the mine was already hard, yet the Victorian exploitation continued to escalate.

If nothing was done, the miners would soon be driven to the brink.

He took a deep breath and slowly began to speak: "We cannot sit and wait for death! The Victorians think we are completely tamed by them, but they are wrong. We still have strength, still have the will to resist. Now, we need a plan, a plan that unites everyone, a plan that calls everyone to rise and rebel."

"I heard a piece of news! A big shot from the Victorians is in the city now, staying at the Marsel Hotel; she is supposedly some kind of Regent. If we can kill her…" Jiang Bo'Er shared a piece of intelligence he obtained earlier.

Upon hearing Jiang Bo'Er's news, the others couldn't help but clamor: "Let's do it, Renault! Let's get rid of that damn Victorian Regent!"