Chapter 332

"I'll give each of you a knife. You can cut off one of your hands to let you taste the real separation of flesh and bone. As long as you do this, you can follow me back to the base. If you can't, you can choose exile. That is to say, how about going back and forth from where you come from?"

Two sabres fell beside another man and a woman. Looking at the sabres in front of her, the woman couldn't help shrinking her body more tightly. The man gritted his teeth and held the sabres. He raised the sabres high, closed her eyes and waved them to her arms········

The man with his arms tied was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly. Beside him were more than ten people who were also tied, These people either cry out for mercy, or cry out for injustice, and others cry as bitterly as the tied man.

Zhang Xiaoqiang coldly looked at the farce of these people before they died, and the two women stood behind him.

It's not that Zhang Xiaoqiang is engaged in sexism. Zhang Xiaoqiang says that he gives them two choices. In fact, there is only one real choice. The seemingly exiled choice is just a trap, a trap that can help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their fate. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also hesitating whether to kill them or not, and then he uses self mutilation to help him make a decision.

A man is the first one to take a knife, but when the knife falls to half, he chooses to give up. Not everyone has the courage to cut himself. Two women cut their wrists one after another. It's not so easy to cut bones. Even pork sellers have machetes specially for cutting bones. Two small military knives cut two women's hands naturally, Although their hands were badly cut, they left their lives behind.

The man who didn't dare to cut himself was ordered to be shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Those who supported cannibalism were with him. Not everyone had the courage to cannibalize. Some were in favor of cannibalism, while others were against it. But those who were in favor of cannibalism were the strongest among them. The opponents were naturally silenced, Now the strongest men among their companions are waiting for their retribution.

The big fire of porridge was changed into a small fire. The porridge had been cooked for a long time, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't give an order to give it to the survivors. He wanted to give them some appetizers.

Hundreds of emaciated survivors stand on the 20 meter open space, stretching their necks and looking at these unfortunate people waiting for shooting. Although they are hungry, it does not affect their pleasure to see the killing. Just like the vegetable market more than 100 years ago, today, these ordinary people also love to watch the killing.

The guys waiting to be shot either kneel or lie on the ground. Behind them are the members of the rifle. With LV Xiaobu's command, the Black Muzzles are aimed at the back of these people's heads·············

After a burst of gunfire, the crowd dispersed, and the people coming from the execution ground slowly surrounded the big iron pot of porridge, They stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, looked at the Milky rice porridge in the big pot, smelled the smell of rice porridge, and kept swallowing their saliva.

These yellow, skinny and ragged survivors are scattered from all over the country. They don't know what discipline is, and they don't know how to keep the Tao going. Now they are surrounded by the cauldron and are silent at the same time. No one is whispering or looking around. They are waiting, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang's order to have dinner.

One by one, the fierce team members smashed the crowd together with the butt of their guns. No matter men or women, they were ordered to stand in a line. When they saw the fierce team members around them, the ordinary people who had stood in a line all their lives during the militia training, they stood in a magical line, and the width of the front and back was exactly the same.

See here Zhang Xiaoqiang some speechless, Chinese people ah············

The team members holding the spoons are like judges holding the power of life and death. They yell loudly, holding one of the big bowls stacked in the basket beside them in their hands, and the iron spoon on their right hand in the pot, casually picking up a spoon and dumping it into the bowl on their left hand, Pass it to the survivor standing in front of the pot, staring at the remaining porridge in the spoon.

The survivor quickly took the bowl with both hands, and turned to walk away with gratitude. The life standing behind him was afraid that someone would jump in the queue. At the moment when he turned around, he stepped into the position where he had stood. No matter how burning the flame was, his two turbid eyes were staring at the big iron spoon stirring in the pot.

The man with the bowl carefully looked at the road under his feet, holding the sides of the two bowls tightly in his hands, and from time to time scanned his side with alert eyes to see if anyone would bump into him. Even if the bowl of porridge was only half a bowl, he was afraid that it would spill a drop. When he buried his head and walked forward, a thick voice called him.

He was so scared that he could hardly hold the big bowl in his hand. In a hurry, he put the big bowl on his chest and looked to the person shouting to him. A young player with a rifle on his back was smiling heartlessly at him. A piece of black pickled radish was thrown at him from the big bamboo basket.The black pickled radish rolled in the air and fell to him. He wanted to pick it up, but with a big bowl in his hand, the radish rolled on the dusty ground. He quickly stepped forward, bent down and picked up the black and gray radish from the ground. Then he bowed to the member who threw the radish, Wipe the radish lightly on the clothes and put it on the white porridge as white as snow in the bowl.

He didn't complain to the team member. When he saw the pickled radish in the bowl which was still sticky with sand, he was even a little excited. People who had not been hungry didn't know that feeling. Those who had really tasted the desperate hunger and whose stomach was burning like fire had no dignity. There was only one word in their heart and brain, "Food" no matter whether it's dry or not, whether it's hygienic or not, just for a little, it's food. It's a living treasure.

It seems that the radish team members enjoy this kind of fun very much. The survivors with porridge are holding half a bowl of porridge like bombs. When they see their cautious appearance, the team members want to make trouble for them. He is trapped in the material warehouse and rescued. He has never been hungry, and naturally does not know that they are digging grass roots in the field, What is the concept of the bark rakers treating food? It's fun to see that these people treat food more respectfully than their ancestral tablets