During his wanderings, he came to this assembly point. Although the life was very hard, he could still live on. Mi Nan was very satisfied with the life here, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to die. He wanted to go underground to find his cousin. Here comes, the head of the common people finds him personally, and promises that Mi Nan will have no worries in the future, as long as he can kill the leader of the opposing team at the last moment... "Why... why... why don't you kill me... come on, give me a pill Bullets..." He opened his blood-red eyes and howled angrily at the men in the combat team. Panting heavily, he kept turning around and staring at every man with a gun. What he wanted was death , instead of being ridiculed by everyone, he changed the knife in his left hand to his right and looked around everyone, he was going to die, he was going to die in battle with honor, "It's him, he smiles the happiest, huh! Laugh... and Let me die together..."
His target was a member of the combat team standing next to Yang Ke'er. This guy laughed the happiest. He didn't expect that his laughter would cause him trouble.
The young man continued to circle in circles, suddenly he accelerated instantly, the knife in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the combat team member, the man in the combat team was too careless, his gun was still on his back, looking at the sudden knife he closed his eyes in despair eyes.
The knife stopped on his throat, and the skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife. He took a slight step back, and hurriedly took off the rifle on his shoulder. Because he was too frightened, the rifle was not held firmly and fell On the ground, he took a few steps back, only to see that the man's hand holding the knife was pinched tightly by Yang Ke'er.
The young man looked at Yang Keer's Qianqianyu finger in horror, he knew his own strength, let alone a young girl, even a big man couldn't hold him, he struggled hard, but Yang Keer's white eyes The red hands in his eyes were like a vise and kept him still. His blood red eyes looked at Yang Ke'er's delicate face, and he saw the sarcasm in Yang Ke'er's eyes again, making him even angrier.
"Ha..." He swung his left fist and hit Yang Ke'er in the face. Yang Ke'er shook his wrist, and the young man was thrown away by the little girl like a doll.
"Flop..." He hit the ground and stirred up a burst of dust. He moaned and struggled in the dust, and staggered up from the ground, feeling dizzy for a while. In a trance, he saw a weak figure walking towards him , "Ah..." He shouted again, raised his fist and slammed at the figure, his wrist tightened and he flew out again... He lay on the ground and struggled slowly, all the bones in his body seemed to be pieced together with pliers The severe pain hit him like a tide, his chin rested on the dusty ground, and the rough air in his mouth lifted up the dust on the ground and slowly covered his head. He slowly moved his lower arms to his chest to support his upper body, and his thighs slowly moved forward until he could kneel up from the ground. Every movement on his body seemed to be slowed down by a camera Similarly, he crawled up from the ground little by little, his posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed, they were all deeply shocked, the young man was thrown by Yang Keer countless times, but he Every time he got up from the ground and punched Yang Keer, but his speed of getting up became slower and slower, and the fist he swung became lighter and lighter. Yang Keer unconsciously lowered the strength in his hand and started There is a feeling of being handled lightly, even so, the young man is still getting weaker and weaker, and now he has almost lost the strength to even get up from the ground.
He stood on the ground, his body kept shaking, and the dizziness in his head became more and more serious. He couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly at all. He moved slowly, looking for the little girl who repeatedly threw him to the ground. Still wanting to punch him, waiting for himself to be thrown to death by her or to be exhausted, a figure of Miaoman appeared in his blurred vision, "Is it her?" He staggered towards that figure , that figure was also walking towards him, approaching, approaching, "Ah..." He let out a howl with the last of his strength, and swung his right fist towards the figure.
His fists stopped, and he looked at the down jacket that changed from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a pretty little girl. With a timid expression, the little girl's vision was blurred by tears. She stretched out her hands to help the young man, but she hesitated half way out, as if she didn't dare to touch him.
The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket clearly. He lowered his right arm and said softly, "You are not her!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang had forgotten about the young man long ago. His men drove over all the men who were lying on the ground, and knelt down one by one with their heads under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun. Under the operation of the gun, it slowly slid over their heads, and every shift of the muzzle made the men who were kneeling and watching from the corner of their eyes frightened.
More than a hundred men knelt under the gun and trembled. They didn't know their fate. In the final analysis, they were the ones who moved first. Running away, some people closed their eyes and prayed silently in their hearts, and some men looked at the few people kneeling in the front row with resentment, they were the heads of various small teams, and they were resentful that their heads brought themselves out to seek death, There are also men who only see the machine guns on their heads, and mutter in their mouths: "He said everything about machine guns, he said everything about machine guns..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lit cigarette in his hand, taking a puff from time to time and then exhaling slowly. He looked at these men, his cold eyes made the man kneeling on the ground tremble in his heart, In the eyes of these captives, the desert eagle shining with silver light is like the scythe of death. They all suspect that Zhang Xiaoqiang is choosing an unlucky guy to make an example to others. They don't want to be that unlucky guy. Sweeping over, they buried their heads in their chests until the bone-chilling gaze moved away.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is very beautiful in his heart, beautiful, indescribably beautiful, he is happy to see these strong men, now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression, his eyes are very cold, but his heart is very hot, what is most lacking in the last days ? It's not guns and ammunition, it's not food supplies, it's people, it's adult labor, with people you can rob, build, farm, and manufacture...