Chapter 180

(ER, it seems that the chapter at 7 o'clock didn't release automatically. Now I get up and see it. It's two chapters in a row.)

When he arrived at this gathering place in the wandering, although his life was very hard, he could still live. Minan 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. When the opportunity came, the head of the common people found him personally, Promise to let Minan after food and clothing, as long as he can kill the leader of the other team at the last minute·····

"Why... Why... Why... Why... Why don't you kill me... Come on, give me a bullet... He yelled angrily at the men in the fighting group with his blood red eyes open. He gasped and turned around, Looking at every man with a gun, he wanted death, not ridicule. He changed the knife from his left hand to his right hand and looked around at everyone. He wanted to die, he wanted to die in glory. "That's him. He laughed the most happily, hum! Laugh... Die with me

His goal is to stand beside Yang Ke'er a member of the combat team, this guy is the happiest laugh, he did not expect his laughter to cause trouble to himself.

The young man continued to turn around in the same place. Suddenly, he speeded up. The knife in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the members of the combat team. The man of the combat team was too careless. His gun was still on his back. Looking at the sudden knife, he closed his eyes in despair.

The knife stopped on his throat, and the skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife. He stepped back slightly, and took off the rifle on his shoulder. Because he was too frightened, the rifle didn't hold firmly and fell to the ground. He stepped back a few steps, and then he saw that the man's hand with the knife was pinched by Yang Ke'er.

The young man looked at Yang Ke'er's jade finger in horror. He knew his own strength, not to mention a young girl in her infancy. Even a big man couldn't hold him. He struggled hard, but Yang Ke'er's little red hands were like a pair of pliers. His blood red eyes looked at Yang Ke'er's pretty face, He saw the irony in Yang Ke'er's eyes again, and he was even more angry.

"Ha ~ ~ ~" he hit Yang Ke'er in the face with his left fist. Yang Ke'er shook his wrist. The young man was like a doll and was left far away by the little girl.

"Pounce... He hit the ground and aroused a burst of dust. He groaned and struggled in the dust. He got up from the ground and felt dizzy. In a trance, he saw a weak figure coming towards him." ah... He drank again and hit the figure with his fist, With a tight wrist, he flew out again······

He was lying on the ground, struggling slowly. His bones were broken one by one with forceps, and the pain came to him like a tide. His chin was on the dusty ground, and the thick air in his mouth blew up the dust on the ground, slowly covering his head, He slowly moved his lower arm to his chest, supported his upper body, and slowly rubbed his thighs forward until he could kneel down from the ground. Every movement on his body seemed to be slowed down by the camera, and he bit by bit crawled up from the ground. His posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed. They were deeply shocked, The young man fell down by Yang Ke'er countless times, but every time he could get up from the ground and wave his fist to Yang Ke'er, but the speed of his climbing up was slower and slower, and his fist was lighter and lighter. Yang Ke'er unconsciously reduced the strength of his hand, and began to feel that he took it lightly. Even so, the young man was still more and more weak, Up to now, he even has no strength to get up from the ground.

He stood on the ground, his body was shaking, and the dizziness in his mind was getting heavier and heavier. He couldn't see the scene around him clearly. He slowly moved his steps, looking for the little girl who repeatedly threw him to the ground. He also wanted to wave his fist at him, waiting for himself to be killed by her or exhausted. A Miaoman figure appeared in his blurred vision, "Is that her?" He staggered to the figure, the figure is also coming to him, close, close, "ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" he used his last strength to burst out a hissing, waving his right fist to hit the figure.

His fists stopped. He looked at the down jacket, which had changed from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a pretty little girl. The little girl was about the same age as Yang Ke'er. There was a timid expression on her face all the time. Tears blurred the little girl's vision. She stretched out her hands to help the young man, He held out half of it and hesitated to touch it.

The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket. He lowered his right arm and said softly, "you're not her!" The body falls on the ground, nobody knows.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had forgotten the young people. His men drove all the men lying on the ground. They knelt down one by one under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun. The muzzle of the heavy machine gun slowly slid over their heads under the operation of the machine gun shooter. Every shift of the muzzle made the men kneeling and observing with the corner of their eyes panic.More than 100 men kneel at the muzzle of the gun and tremble. They don't know what their fate is. In the end, they move first. Some people hold their heads and look around at the corner of their eyes to observe the neutral gear. They run away at any time when the gun rings. Some people close their eyes and pray silently in their hearts. Some men look maliciously at the people kneeling in the front row. They are all the heads of small teams, They resent their own heads and come out to seek death. Some men only have machine guns on their heads in their eyes, and they mutter: "he said that they have machine guns, he said that they have machine guns ········"

With a lighted cigarette in his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men, taking a puff from time to time, and then slowly spitting it out, He looked at these men with cold eyes. The man kneeling on the ground trembled. The Silver Eagle on his waist was like the scythe of death in the eyes of these captives. They all suspected that Zhang Xiaoqiang was choosing an unfortunate man to set an example to others. They didn't want to be the unfortunate one. Whenever Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold eyes swept over, they would not want to be the unfortunate one, They buried their heads in front of their chests until the sight that was cold to the bone moved away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is very beautiful, beautiful, beautiful beyond description, looking at these strong men, he is happy, now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression, his eyes are very cold, but his heart is very hot, what is the most lacking in the end? It's not guns and ammunition, it's not food and materials, it's people, it's adult strong labor. With people, you can grab, build, cultivate, and manufacture · the world's largest city in the world