Chapter 962

"I find that you don't want me to die now."

Surrounded by alandeva, she looked up and down at the charming woman and said with a smile.

Arandava still stood there, looking out of the window and sneering, "why do you say that?"

"When I woke up this morning, you said you would kill me by any means when you completely control the vampire bat. But now you let Ben Jeff tell those people that the only way to kill me is down the mountain. "

Fang Yuan slowly explained, "I believe you should know that even if you use all your hands, I can finish this road after seeing my strength in all aspects. Doesn't this mean that you don't want to kill me, but just use my hand to eradicate and deter those who have ideas about you? "

"Wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

"I only said that they can only kill you on this road, but I didn't say that I can only kill you on this road."

Arandeva leaned slightly, looked at Fang Yuan and said almost word by word, "unless I die or you don't give me a chance all your life, I can kill you at any time."

"You are always welcome to kill me."

Fang Yuan didn't care, but still smiled: "but I have to remind you first."

Alain Deva slightly picked her eyebrows: "you say."

"When you kill me, you'd better wash yourself white."

Fang Yuan raised his hand and slapped hard on the hip of the special hook: "although I don't have cleanliness mania, I also like very clean women. It's exciting to work like that."

Arandeva raised her feet and pushed her under Fang Yuan.

In a flash, she calmly avoided the foot and pinched her thigh with her right hand.

When arandeva was in pain and couldn't help shouting, Fang Yuan had walked out of the living room with a laugh.

"As long as you are still infatuated with my body, you are dead after all!"

Looking around at her back, arandava smiled darkly, rubbed the pinched pain with her left hand, and followed up slowly.

As if she was sure that alandeva would follow behind, Fang Yuantou asked, "are all the things I want ready?"

A Hummer with a trunk full of barrels of gasoline and a back seat full of field survival supplies is what the area needs.

Since he decided to go after Kunlun, which went to Lop Nur alone, of course, he couldn't live without these things.

"The car is on the road at the foot of the mountain. If you can go down the mountain alive, you can certainly see it."

Arandava took a few tight steps and walked side by side with him.

"What about the knife?"

Fang Yuan asked again.

Arandeva replied, "according to your opinion, I have sent someone to the military and will send the knife to the Department designated by you in Huaxia through their way."

After a pause, arandeva asked, "isn't it just a sharper knife? It's necessary to take it seriously?"

"Someone can sacrifice dozens of people to get this knife. Do you think I can take it seriously?"

"So many people died just for a knife? Cut, who would be so stupid? "

"Oriental."

"Oh, it's them. No wonder."

"Why, you understand the Oriental very well?"

"A group of soft and hard clowns, just like you -- cough!"

When arandeva mentioned the Oriental, her tone was full of disdain and sarcasm.

Just like her country, in its diplomatic and territorial conflicts with Toyo, it has always adopted a very overbearing attitude.

This is the conclusion drawn by Russians from the conflict between the two sides in the past century, from the president to the traffickers and pawns: the more you treat them as people in that country, the more they will treat you as a bird; When you treat them as birds, they will treat you as people.

Facts have proved how accurate Russia's attitude towards the East has been since the Soviet era.

After the end of World War II and the surrender of Toyo, Huaxia and the former Soviet Union, both victorious countries, were responsible for accepting nearly three million Toyo surrender soldiers.

In keeping with the great country demeanor of a state of etiquette, Huaxia served more than two million Japanese prisoners of war. When repatriating them to the East, they also played gongs, drums and firecrackers. Someone from the authorities gave them a warm farewell speech, disregarding past grievances and treating them as friendly neighbors in the future.

When those Japanese prisoners of war returned home, they all cried bitterly and looked grateful and repentant. It seemed that they were really moved by Huaxia, who cherished kindness, and vowed to honor Huaxia as Lao Tzu in their lifetime.

But what happened?

After returning home, these Japanese soldiers with high military quality and vision, who have been baptized by the war of World War II, have become the main part of the Japanese military. They also clamor that China is not afraid. They can sit back and wait, invade again and develop into their colony.

They regard China's kindness as cowardice, which is the main reason why they have not apologized to China for World War II so far.

On the other hand, after the former Soviet Union accepted the elite of the Japanese 500000 Kwantung Army, how did they do it?

It's better to treat them as cattle and horses. After all, cattle and horses have to be satisfied when they work, don't they?

Ex Sue doesn't treat them like people at all!

Half a million of the elite of the Kwantung Army were brought to the cold and bitter Western Pyrenees as slaves to build projects. In just one winter, 50000 people were tortured to death.

The relevant authoritative data revealed that the former Soviet platoon was ordered to escort 150 Oriental people to West villa, but it sent 650 people - too many prisoners, which greatly exceeded the prediction of the former Soviet people.

But this platoon only supplies 150 prisoners of war. What should we do with the extra 500?

The platoon leader (should be a second lieutenant) made a bold decision: let the 150 prisoners of war who had been sent sit still on the ground, drove the 500 prisoners of war who were later escorted to the edge of the tree, then set up machine guns and all of them suddenly -- effectively solving the big problem of too many prisoners of war and insufficient materials.

When Dongyang asked for prisoners of war, less than 300000 of the 500000 prisoners of war returned home alive, and all of them were scarred. Diseases such as rheumatoid diseases accompanied them to death.

After countless midnight dreams, these prisoners of war would wake up and scream like crazy.

They were really tortured by the former Soviet people, but they were still afraid to their bones.

To this day, their four islands are still in the hands of Russia. If anyone dares to hold a plaster flag to demonstrate and demand "return my rivers and mountains", the Russian warships will come over impolitely and crush them into slag.

According to incomplete statistics, in the decades since the end of World War II, a total of more than 10000 Oriental patriots have been arrested by the Russians to demonstrate on the four islands.

Of course, the Oriental government had to protest, but Russia didn't care: Sabi who came to demonstrate died, and those who didn't die had to work hard in Russia for three months, and they had to charge a large ransom to let them go back.

Moreover, whenever the Oriental people cooperate with their American father (the United States) to threaten China in the East China Sea, the Russian fighters and warships will roar through their airspace and sea areas, taking the opportunity to see what new things they have developed.

In this regard, before the time of the extinction of the race, the Japanese who do not resist and especially love peace will protest and protest again and again, seek international support, and completely forget their glorious history of killing more than 100000 old maozi in Northeast China during the "my Qing Dynasty".

Without him, I'm just afraid of being beaten by the Russians.

Up to now, no matter how hard the Oriental people have worked to become the top three economic and military powers in the world, in the eyes of the Russians, they are just a group of bitches who bully the soft and fear the hard. If they annoy the big feet and kick them, they will beg for mercy with their tails.

Therefore, Fang Yuan didn't feel any surprise when arandeva said that the Oriental people were just a group of clowns and gave them 10000 courage to rob the Russians.

Only envy.

Although in the hearts of the Chinese people, the Oriental people are more damned than the Russians, which is reasonable -- but one thing you have to admit: the old hair who was almost crippled by Hitler is not a good bird, and they never have a good impression of the Chinese people.

From the cruel and bloody acts they committed when cleaning tens of thousands of Chinese in Yaksa in history, they always remind you that they have never been kind people.

"Staring at me for so long without talking, what do you think?"

Daisy's chin was a little crooked.

"I'm thinking about a word I said."

Fang Yuan smiled and answered.

Arandava asked, "what do you say?"

"When I kill foreigners, I never have too much psychological burden."

"You've said it several times. What else do you want?"

"When I used to think like this, I would also think of their wives and children, their mothers and their grief after losing their relatives."

Fang Yuan sucked his nose and said faintly, "but now, I won't think about it."

Alandeva's eyes and pupils shrank suddenly.

"If you regret it, you can change your mind and ask them not to stop me. Otherwise, do your best to snipe me. "

Seeing what alandeva meant by this sentence, Fang Yuan turned and walked quickly to the gate of the manor. Without looking back, he said, "if we can still meet, I hope you have eliminated your hostility to me."

Looking around her back, arandava shouted, "why do you hate us so much?"

"Hatred, like love, is complementary."

When Fang Yuan finished this sentence, his right hand turned over and the street knife appeared.

The light of the knife shone and the gunshot rang out.

On the way down the mountain, the shadow of the surrounding area has been lost, but there is a shrill scream, constantly ringing from the woods on both sides of the road.

Arandava stood there, looking down the road like a Wangfu stone, and didn't move for a long time.

Ben Jeff pushed his wheelchair to her side, his gray eyebrows frowning tightly.

Arandava swallowed her spitting hard and whispered, "he, he's killing our people."

"Without the slightest mercy."

Ben Jeff whispered.

"More than 70 people will be killed by him alone?"

Arandava asked again.

"Impossible."

Benjeff shook his head and said firmly, "that's more than 70 people, not more than 70 pigs. Even if they are pigs, they are also pigs running all over the mountain. One person can't chase and kill so many targets. "

"Well, why, I can't hear the scream, and I don't see any living people on the road?"

Arandeva asked in a hoarse voice as she couldn't stop pumping at the corners of her mouth.

"Possible, possible --"

When Ben Jeff's body trembled, he then raised his hand: "look, isn't someone coming?"

Sure enough, someone came. He was one of the more than 70 people who went out to snipe around. He was tall and full of blood. He stumbled to the gate of the manor and fell to the ground. He raised his hand and shouted, "dead, dead, all -- dead."