"Bring him over here..."
Ed knew he couldn't escape this disaster, but he didn't move. He had one last chance. The moment two members of the hometown association lifted him up one by one, this soldier who had never been on the battlefield did the most correct thing tonight under the influence of his strong desire to survive.
He hooked the neck of the guy who was lifting his shoulders with one hand, pulled out the dagger at the same time, and kicked the guy who was lifting his legs backwards with a kick of his legs. He used this strength to squat down. on the ground. Using the strength in his hand to pull hard, the young man staggered forward. At the same time, Ed stood up, and the dagger in his hand was pressed against the neck of the young man who looked to be in his teens. He quickly moved behind the big boy, holding his throat with one hand and holding a dagger in the other, pressing on his artery.
With just a little force, he was able to cut the young man's carotid artery. While enduring the severe pain, he looked at the people surrounding him with a smile of victory on his face.
He knew that people like Du Lin would have many subordinates, and how to ensure the loyalty of their subordinates was the biggest problem for these people. There are so many gangs in the empire, and every year a group disappears from people's sight. In addition to the destruction caused by the fighting between gangs, there is also a part where the subordinates have undue selfishness and commit rebellion. In the end, a new gang replaces the old gang.
If Du Lin doesn't give his men a way to survive in front of these people, then he is likely to alienate his men, which is definitely something he doesn't want to see. If he wants to maintain his image, he must give himself another chance, a chance to leave.
Ed may not be the best at fighting, but when it comes to politics and these little ideas, he is actually about the same as a politician. It's not that politics doesn't exist in the military, it's just that many people don't understand it.
In order to manage their subordinates well, those sergeants must, on the one hand, let the soldiers know how powerful they are in terms of force and tactics, and at the same time, they also need to win over people's hearts. Otherwise, who would have nothing to do but get up in the middle of the night and go to the smelly camp to cover those soldiers? Don’t you know how to sleep a little longer
He licked his taut lips and smiled calmly, "I know you, Mr. Dulin, I'm in trouble this time. If you let me leave, I will pretend that nothing has happened. Otherwise, even if I Even if I die, I will find someone to accompany me to heaven." He shook the dagger in his hand to let Du Lin know that he still had a hostage in his hand, and if he wanted the hostage to be safe, he must meet his conditions.
Du Lin didn't speak, and neither did anyone else. Everyone was looking at him. When they saw Ed getting a little hairy, the young man he held hostage suddenly moved. He had just put the pistol in the pocket of his pants in order to move Ed's "body". He directly held the gun, raised his arm, pointed the muzzle at Ed, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Ed's mind went blank at this moment. He couldn't even understand why this young man took out a gun and shot himself even if he didn't even care about his own life. Doesn't he want to live anymore? Or maybe he thought he didn't dare to kill him
As a descendant of a noble family, he has been lying on high clouds from the moment he was born. He does not need to worry about food and clothing. Everything he uses is the best. Perhaps before he became sensible, he might not even understand the use of money, and it was even less likely that he would understand how the lower class of society, wallowing in mud and shit, made a living. That is definitely not something worth showing off. People sell all their labor in exchange for a meager salary or even dignity!
The weekly salary is barely enough to keep the family from starving to death. When someone in the family is sick, they can only pray to the gods not to take away his/her life.
Until Du Lin appeared, he was like a bolt of lightning from the hands of the gods, tearing apart the darkness that would never see the sun, letting the curtain of fear gradually fall, allowing everyone to see the light.
People have hope and pursuit in their lives. Everyone says that Du Lin is good, and some people even take the young people who died for Du Lin as examples. Because they solve the life problems of the entire family at once, they will also give other younger siblings or older siblings a solid foundation and a hope to become rich and powerful! People say that they are not actually dead. They are still surrounding Dulin, protecting the apostle who has inherited the glory of the previous king and the gods.
The boy has never been so determined, but he has no fear. There is only a kind of fanaticism in his heart to support him. The death of the Messiah chosen by the previous kings and gods is supremely glorious, and his name will be engraved On the stone tablets in all the churches of his hometown, he will be respected and worshiped by all the Guarts. He will gain eternal immortality. Even after death, he will become a heroic spirit of the gods and fight for Dulin as a heroic spirit. !
His heart was beating strongly, and every pulse was like a thunderbolt striking into his body, drilling into his soul, and making him stronger!
There was a bang and blood splattered!
I am not afraid of death!
I long for death!
A nobleman with no beliefs, no ideals, and no experience of countless hardships and tortures would never be able to feel such strong emotions like blood boiling. He had already ordered his body to squat down quickly, but the bullet still hit his shoulder. He pulled back the arm holding the dagger, and a large amount of blood suddenly poured out from the young man's neck.
The young man did not come down immediately. He covered his neck with one hand and turned around slowly. He glanced at the frightened Ed on the ground with contemptuous eyes. He raised the pistol in his hand and destroyed Ed's hands and feet.
Du Lin rushed forward, took out the pistol in his hand, and fired more than twenty shots into the sky. He only stopped when the muzzle of the gun started to emit a hot breath. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the hole on the young man's neck and pressed it hard. There was a burst of smoke and a slight smell.
"Take my car and go to the hospital immediately. The best doctor must save him!" Du Lin pushed the boy into Dufo's arms, and then picked up the pistol from the ground that the boy was unable to hold due to dizziness due to blood loss. , stood in front of Ed.
Ed was sweating profusely, and the pain caused by being shot through his palms and soles was beyond his imagination. He roared a few times and then closed his mouth. His resentful eyes stayed on Dulin's face, "I said, You can kill me if you want, and I will kill one of you too.”
Du Lin took out a cigarette, and Keena, who was carrying the box, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Du Lin. His expression was also very serious. This was the first time that his side had experienced attrition during his mission, and he also felt that the world of cruelty. This is not Alfalfa Town, this is the real world.
"Do you think you are the only one who will die?" Du Lin exhaled a puff of smoke to suppress the violent murderous intention in his heart. He sneered, "If my brother dies, you, your family, and your relatives will all die." Bury with him. I will find your best friend, your most beloved lover, your most respected teacher, and everyone close to you will be implicated."
"If I were you, I'd pray to that incompetent old man that my brother would survive."
Dulin suddenly handed the pistol to Keena. He turned around and looked at the bright-eyed teenagers. He asked, "In our most glorious time, how do we treat those enemies who hurt our brothers and sisters?"
The most glorious thing he mentioned refers to the heyday of the Guart Dynasty. Under the leadership of the former kings and gods, the steel-bodied Guart warriors swept across the continent. Just like problems that occurred in many empires, during that period there were also many peoples conquered by force who were not willing to be ruled by the Guarts. They incited riots and assassinated nobles, hoping to regain their independence by overthrowing the power of the Guart Kingdom. free.
The late king treated these people, like all emperors, with no mercy. Only torture could suppress people's desire for independence and freedom in their hearts. So the former king invented a very inhumane torture called the death day.
At that time, if people caught such people, they would tie them to a pole, then open a small hole in their stomach, take out the intestines and tie them around their necks. This execution method starts from the moment the sun rises. With the exposure to the sun, the intestines exposed to the air will soon tighten and become tight. If the temperature is suitable and the light is suitable, it will probably be in the afternoon. At about two o'clock, the victim will be strangled to death by his own contracted intestines.
This method of execution can only be used in hot seasons. Of course, there are also unique punishments in other seasons, and the current climate happens to be able to be used.
When someone shouted "Death" with uncertainty, Du Lin raised his finger and pointed at him, "Yes, Death. Bandage his wounds and take him away. Please let our friends experience the despair from hell!"
In the hospital, the young man's tenacious vitality allowed him to defeat death. Even the doctor lamented, "I have never seen anyone who can survive after losing so much blood. This is simply a miracle in the history of medicine!", he said. Sighing, he asked the blood bank to send two more bags of blood, and also brought heating equipment.
Blood in blood banks is stored in cold storage. Generally speaking, blood transfused during surgery is kept at room temperature for a short period of time, and the temperature will not be too low. But this guy lost too much blood, so these blood bags had no time to treat him at normal temperature, and his body temperature had begun to drop significantly.
"By the way, what happened to his wound?" There was a hint of vigilance in the doctor's eyes, and he was considering whether to call the police.
The next second, a fist knocked him away. Dulin stood where he had just stood, took out a roll of money from his pocket and threw it at the doctor's slightly red and swollen face. His eyes rolled slightly. She glanced at him sideways from the edge of her eyes, "You just have to do your job well. You don't need to worry about other things. This is the last time. Do you understand?"
In a certain period, a group of farmers defeated many enemies with their teeth. Sometimes faith is really a terrible thing.
(End of chapter)