They were simply unlucky - their plane ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were many of them, but two years of brutal hard labor corrected this. When you have nothing left to lose, you stop being afraid. How will their escape end? A return to the hated pyramid with its nightmares? Or will their bones remain white in the steppe? Or maybe the bravest ones are right and you can really find other people here? These questions had no answers for them until they had a chance to get them. The price was high, but it was better to die in battle than to slowly rot in slavery.