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Chapter 180: Chapter 180

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    (Uh, it seems that the chapter at 7 o'clock was not automatically released, and I only saw it when I got up, and posted two chapters in a row)

    During his wanderings, he came to this assembly point. Although the life was very hard, he could still live on. Mi Nan 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.  Here comes the head of the civilians to find him in person, and promises to let Mi Nan have no worries about food and clothing in the future, as long as he can kill the leader of the opposing team at the last minute

    "Why why why don't you kill me come on, give me a bullet" He opened his blood red eyes  Howling angrily at the men in the combat team, panting heavily, he kept turning around, staring at every man with a gun, what he wanted was death, not ridicule from the crowd, he moved his left hand  He changed his small knife to his right hand and looked around everyone, he was going to die, he was going to die with honor, "It's him, he's the happiest laugher, hum! Laugh die with me"

    His target was a member of a combat team standing next to Yang Ke'er. This guy laughed the happiest. He didn't expect that his laughter would cause him trouble.

    The young man continued to circle around, suddenly he accelerated instantly, the knife in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the combat team member, the man in the combat team was too careless, his gun was still on his back, looking at the sudden knife he closed his eyes in despair  eyes.

    The knife stopped on his throat, and the skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife. He took a slight step back, and hurriedly took off the rifle on his shoulder. Because he was too frightened, the rifle was not held firmly and fell  On the ground, he took a few steps back, only to see that the man's hand holding the knife was pinched tightly by Yang Ke'er.

    The young man looked at Yang Keer's Qianqianyu finger in horror, he knew his own strength, let alone a young girl, even a big man couldn't hold him, he struggled hard, but Yang Keer's white eyes  The red hands in his eyes were like a vise and kept him still. His blood red eyes looked at Yang Ke'er's delicate face, and he saw the sarcasm in Yang Ke'er's eyes again, making him even angrier.

    "Ha~~~~~~" He swung his left fist and hit Yang Ke'er in the face, Yang Ke'er shook his wrist, and the young man was thrown away by the little girl like a doll.

    "Pop" He hit the ground and stirred up a burst of dust. He groaned and struggled in the dust, and staggered up from the ground, feeling dizzy for a while. He saw a weak figure in a trance  Walking towards himself, "Ah" He shouted again, raised his fist and slammed at the figure, and with a tight wrist he flew out again

    He lay on the ground and struggled slowly. The bones all over his body seemed to be broken piece by piece with pliers. The severe pain hit him like a tide. His chin rested on the dusty ground, and the rough breath in his mouth  The dust on the ground was blown up and slowly covered his head. He slowly moved his arms to his chest to prop up his upper body, and slowly rubbed his thighs forward until he could  He knelt up from the ground, every movement on his body seemed to be slowed down by the camera, he slowly crawled up from the ground, his posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed, they were all deeply moved  The young man was so shocked that Yang Ke'er fell down countless times, but every time he got up from the ground and punched Yang Ke'er, it was just that the speed at which he got up became slower and slower, and the fists he swung became faster and harder.  It was getting lighter and lighter, Yang Ke'er unconsciously lowered the strength in his hands, and he began to feel a little light. Even so, the young man is still getting weaker and weaker, and now he has almost no strength to get up from the ground.  up.

    He stood on the ground, his body kept shaking, and the dizziness in his head became more and more serious. He couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly at all. He moved slowly, looking for the little girl who repeatedly threw him to the ground.  Still wanting to punch him, waiting for himself to be thrown to death by her or to be exhausted, a figure of Miaoman appeared in his blurred vision, "Is it her?" He staggered towards that figure  , that figure was also walking towards him, approaching, approaching, "Ah~~~~~~~~~~" He let out a howl with the last of his strength, and swung his right fist to hit the figure  go.

    His fists stopped, and he looked at the down jacket that changed from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a pretty little girl.  With a timid expression, the little girl's vision was blurred by tears. She stretched out her hands to help the young man, but she hesitated half way out, as if she didn't dare to touch him.

    The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket clearly. He lowered his right arm and said softly: "You are not her!"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang had long forgotten about the young man, and his subordinates drove away all the men lying on the groundCome on, one by one, kneel with their heads under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun. The muzzle of the heavy machine gun slowly slides over their heads under the operation of the machine gunner.  There was a moment of horror among the observing men.

    More than a hundred men knelt under the gun and trembled. They didn't know their fate. After all, they were the first to move. Some people held their heads and glanced around to observe the neutral position.  Running away, some people closed their eyes and prayed silently in their hearts, and some men looked at the few people kneeling in the front row with resentment, they were the heads of various small teams, and they were resentful that their heads brought themselves out to seek death,  There are also men who only see the machine guns on their heads, and mutter in their mouths: "He said everything about machine guns, he said everything about machine guns"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lit cigarette in his hand, taking a puff from time to time and then exhaling slowly. He looked at these men, his cold eyes made the man kneeling on the ground tremble in his heart,  In the eyes of these captives, the desert eagle shining with silver light is like the scythe of death. They all suspect that Zhang Xiaoqiang is choosing an unlucky guy to make an example to others. They don't want to be that unlucky guy.  Sweeping over, they buried their heads in their chests until the bone-chilling gaze moved away.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang is very beautiful in his heart, beautiful, indescribably beautiful, he is happy to see these strong men, now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression, his eyes are very cold, but his heart is very hot, what is most lacking in the last days  ?  It¡¯s not guns and ammunition, it¡¯s not food supplies, it¡¯s people, it¡¯s adult labor. If you have people, you can rob them, build them, cultivate them, and make them (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.  com
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