Chapter 142

(ER, I'm guilty. I missed a big chapter, and TMD is the most important section. Forget it, I'll send five chapters today.)

Zhang Xiaoqiang pillows his head on Shangguan Qiaoyun's thigh. Shangguan Qiaoyun is shocked by his actions, and his body is also tense, until he sleeps on her lap like in the morning, Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang sleeping on her legs, her tight body slowly relaxed. Her delicate palm gently stroked his cheek as in the morning. The stubble on his face pricked his palm slightly itching, but she couldn't touch it enough. She gently slid her palm on his face again and again, sweeping the corner of her eyes to his hands in front of his chest, Seeing all kinds of wounds crisscross her hand, she gently grasped his right hand.

The back of his hand and the palm of his hand are all kinds of wounds of different depth and width. The dense wounds are like a thick cobweb wrapped around his hand. It's an old wound with several new wounds. Some of the skin around the wound twitches slightly. It's a spasm caused by the pain of the wound. Maybe because of the pain, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand washing is very careless, There are black dirt on some wounds, and some wounds are inlaid with some rice grains.

Looking at the crisscross wounds on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, tears slide from Shangguan Qiaoyun's eyes, across his cheek to his chin, and condense into a crystal clear pearl on his chin. With the slight bumping of the car body, they fall on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and lips. He was too tired to feel the hot tears pouring on his face. He closed his eyes and lay quietly on her legs, smelling the fragrance of her body, sleeping more and more sweetly.

The car suddenly stopped wakes Zhang Xiaoqiang who is sleeping. He opens his eyes and looks out of the car. The motorcade's eyes reach the gate of the chicken farm. The gate is closed. Some messy old furniture and wood are put behind the door to seal the door. Several yellow men hold some sticks and tools against Zhang Xiaoqiang, Some are still cursing and shouting for rebellion and freedom.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at everything in front of him and was a little confused. He left well in the morning. How did these cowards start to rebel now? Where did they get the guts?

The people in front of them negotiated with the cowards. Without saying a word, they were smashed with bricks. Then they kept smashing bricks from inside to outside, and even one of them hit the windshield of Zhang Xiaoqiang's car. Zhang Xiaoqiang was on fire. Yang Ke'er and Yuan Yi were going to rest and recuperate. Before they had lunch, they were struggling in front of them, Although they did not know the reason, these cowards also aroused Zhang Xiaoqiang's real fire: "I can't even deal with D2 and S2?", There must be something hateful about poor people. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care if they don't have a secret and wants to rush up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped. The people inside pulled out two bodies, tied them around their necks with two ropes, and then hung them on the iron gate. The two bodies were stripped naked. There were all kinds of scars on their naked bodies. Their limbs were cut off, and even their birds and eggs were cut off. Looking at the two bodies, The other men in Zhang Xiaoqiang's motorcade all looked scared. The people in front of them stepped back one after another. When they saw that the people outside were scared away, they began to become crazy. They held up all kinds of homemade weapons and howled loudly. Several people kept jumping and running behind the iron gate. They grabbed the bars of the iron gate and shook the iron gate from time to time, The iron gate was shaken violently, and the two corpses hanging on the iron gate were also swaying. From time to time, there were residual blood dripping from the corpses, and the blood splashed on the rusty iron gate, adding bright red on the black, yellow and old iron gate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw who the owners of the two bodies were. One was Lao maozi who was beaten by Yuan Yi, and the other was an old drunkard who was guarding the chicken house. They died miserably, miserably. There are only two black eyes left. The old drunkard still has his mouth open, and his teeth have been knocked off. His body is full of whips, sticks, cuts, and even fire burns. Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold hair stands upright. It's no wonder that the people in front of him all step back. I can't bear to see him.

Looking at the crazy men in the iron gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang really can't figure out what makes them so crazy. Even if they rebel and rob the food of the chicken farm, how many days can they eat the food? After eating, do they have the courage to go outside and grab from zombies? Is this their final madness?

Zhang Xiaoqiang feels familiar when he sees this group of irrational men. He has seen the scenes before. On the video screen, he saw the Indonesians in 1998 *, which is how the crazy Indonesians treat their compatriots. After burning, raping, killing and dismembering, they swagger around with their heads on their hands, and those Indonesians applaud.

Now my former compatriots are doing the same * as Indonesians. What makes them so crazy? How many days did they get chicken feed? Or do they want to vent their inner madness and then destroy them with others?

The people inside suddenly ran around as if they had blown up a nest. The howling voice became louder and louder. Then a group of people carried two wide boards to the door. There were two people lying on the board. The two people were still twisting on the board, and their limbs were nailed on the board. The blood stained the boards under them red.On the board were a man and a woman, both of whom were stripped naked and lying on the board naked. The man was the gun bore whose leg had been broken by Yuan Yi. The woman Zhang Xiaoqiang had never seen him. She was a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties. She was very fat, with white flesh on her belly and waist. The two huge breasts on her chest looked terrible, It's like the Himalayas among women.

The board nailed to the gun bore was erected, and the gun bore kept howling for them to have a good time. But the group of people were crazy. They cut off the arms and legs of the gun bore, castrated him, and their eyes were cut down like old maozi's, until his abdomen was broken (forget it, don't write it at the back, so as not to go too far. Besides, I didn't make it up. I remember in 1989, These things are shown on TV every day. The PLA officers and soldiers are treated like this by some thugs just because they are ordered not to shoot. In addition, this is the end of the talk about 1989.)

The remains of the gun are also hung on the iron gate, and the blood is dripping down until the iron gate and the ground are completely red. The crowd on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side squats on the ground and vomits. Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the body of the gun and vomits faintly. Suddenly, a fragrant figure pounces on his arms, and Shangguan Qiaoyun buries his head in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms