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The middle-aged Xiaojing's power can be regarded as between the second-rate and the third-rate in terms of gathering places, with more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of personnel. As a reward for Jona, he who escaped alone felt sorry for half of his men and guns that he left outside.
Don't be careless, it's a good thing for him that Wan Qiang didn't chase after him at the first time. He issued an order loudly to make people open the grain depot, pour all the grain with gasoline, and throw away the food stamps on his body. Take it out and make a decision on the spot, as long as he can kill the enemy, he will distribute a lot of them, and everyone will have a share.
The huge reward boosted the morale of the subordinates. They didn't know who it was, no matter who it was, as long as they were human, they would not be afraid. All the arrangements were complete, and the subordinates used their great strength to quickly prepare various means.
When everything had just been arranged, Wan Qiang appeared. He didn't go through the main entrance, but accelerated his stride and rushed towards the wall. The dust blocked his eyes, and he rushed forward four or five steps with his head covered.
Whether he opened his eyes or not, he heard the sound of glass under his feet, and he stepped into the air. Amid the crashing sound of broken glass, he fell into the middle of a trap. At the moment of falling, Wan Qiang was in a bad mood, his whole body tensed up, and his muscles tensed up. The skin collided with sharp objects.
"Okay... give it to me, bury him alive..."
The middle-aged Xiaojing yelled loudly, while his ambushing subordinates rushed forward carrying sacks full of sand, and threw the sacks into an open pit.
The big pit is four meters deep and arranged in a circular shape. It is covered with a large glass and poured with floating soil. As long as there is a heavy object stepping on it, the glass will break, and whatever is on it will fall into the big pit.
This trap was not temporarily set up, it was originally dug as part of the defense, Wan Qiang was unlucky, he bumped into it by himself, and threw big sacks on Wan Qiang's head and body. Wan Qiang couldn't reach anything, and the dense sacks blocked the light and obscured his vision.
Wan Qiang couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. Before he mutated, he was just a small person. A small person's mood changes too quickly. Sometimes he has support and fearlessness, and then he becomes panic again, because his support can no longer be his support. source of confidence.
Whether it's howling out of fear or out of anger, it's almost the same when it falls into the ears of middle-aged Xiaojing. He has no pride, and burying Wan Qiang alive is just a fantasy of his, and he doesn't really make this hope. .
Sacks of sacks gradually piled up to form a hill. Seeing that Wan Qiang would be pressed down forever and unable to turn over, the middle-aged Xiaojing took a breath, and it seemed that the situation was better than he imagined.
Suddenly, the sack like a hill slowly bulges up. The raised hill strikes everyone like a thunderbolt. What kind of monster is suppressed underneath
"What? Waiting for him to climb up by himself?"
The middle-aged Xiaojing’s loud shout woke up everyone. Regardless of their fatigue, they threw big bags of sacks on it like crazy. The gratifying thing is that the frequency of occurrence is getting less and less, and the magnitude of the uplift is getting lower and lower.
Someone climbed up the sack mountain, caught the sacks below, and stacked them like grain stacks. The men standing on the top felt deeply. The sacks under them suppressed a prehistoric giant beast. Every time it bulged, the body was unstable. Let them feel a kind of extreme fear.
They worked hard, no one was slippery, no one dared to be lazy, they piled up sacks of sacks, at this time, a lot of physical energy wasted, making their hands and feet weak and sweaty.
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The sack under him didn't tremble in any way, and the men standing on the sack couldn't help cheering. They thought they had won, and the prehistoric monster had been suppressed.
It was too early to cheer, the trap was in a ring shape, that is to say, the sacks could not fill all the trenches, at the edge, a dull roar came faintly, the whole sack mountain shook like an earthquake, and several sacks flew into the air , spilling sand all over the sky, fluttering with the wind.
The scattered sand formed a cloud of dust, covering the entire Gusack Mountain and half of the ditch. The people inside could not see the outside, and the people outside could not see the inside. There were screams coming from the dust fog, and the half-broken corpses flew out of the dust fog. Falling far away, the corpse flying in the air pulled a long chain of blood, dyeing the air with a rain of blood that poured onto the dust.
"Retreat...Retreat..."
The middle-aged Xiaojing stood on the platform in front of his main building and shouted loudly, this time he didn't escape, the means he prepared hadn't officially started, the gathering place was so big, he didn't know where to go, there was no escape, Can only fight. In a duel with Wan Qiang here, will Wan Qiang fall first, or he will be killed.
There were not many people who escaped, only half of the previous ones, and they were lucky for this half. In the dust, they disappeared, and Wan Qiang also disappeared. It was torn apart for a while.
The diffuse dust rolled back, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust mist. Wan Qiang couldn't feel the dust hitting his eyelids, and opened his gray-red eyes to scan.
Holes were drilled out of the previously healed skin on the chest, some holes were drilled into one piece, the skin and flesh were completely rotten, and the bright red muscle fibers were exposed, stained by sand and dust. Wan Qiang didn't care that his chest was scratched by steel The wound was covered with sand and dust, he rushed forward a few steps, took a step that trots can beat other people's sprints, and grabbed a man who was left behind.
With a loud roar, he grabbed the man's neck and pulled his head off. The blood fountain sprayed on Wan Qiang's chest, washing down the mud and sand on his body. Wan Qiang was soaked in blood, and his gray-red pupils turned black red.
He casually tore open the chest of the corpse, dug out the beating heart, poured blood on the wound, and used the fresh blood to clean the wound. Looking at the heart in his hand, Wan Qiang felt a strong sense of hunger, and his right hand that was grasping the heart trembled. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly opened his mouth wide, wanting to swallow it in one gulp.
"Da da da..." There was a short burst, and three bullets hit Wan Qiang's forehead. The heart eats it raw.
Wan Qiang slammed his heart to his feet, stomped his foot, stared at the middle-aged Xiaojing who was standing on the platform and stared at him, not caring about other escaping fish, and strode straight to the platform , He wants to grind this guy into minced meat.