Vol 2 Chapter 139: Swing 2/5 more

In the gathering place of the middle-aged small scene, between the second and third streams, there are more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of people. Just because they can only touch the tail of the second stream, he will pay for it. The reward for Jonah, the single escape he was distressed by the half of his hands and guns that he threw outside.
I didn’t dare to care. Wanqiang didn’t catch up in the first place. He was a good thing. He issued a loud order, which opened up the grain depot, poured all the food on the petrol, and put the food stamp on his body. Take it out and make a decision on the spot. As long as he can kill the enemy, he will send a lot of it, and everyone has a share.
The huge rewards arouse the morale of the people. They don't know who they are. No matter who they are, as long as they are people, they are not afraid. All kinds of arrangements are perfect. They will exert their greatest strength and prepare all kinds of means quickly.
When everything was just finished, Wanqiang appeared. He did not walk the main entrance. He stepped and accelerated toward the wall. The wall burst open and the brick wall spread to the west. In the first time, Wanqiang was flying. The dust blocked his eyes, and he slammed his head forward for four or five steps.
I didn’t blink, I heard the sound of the glass under the foot and the foot was empty. In the collision of the broken glass, he planted into the middle of a trap. At the moment of falling, the strong heart was not good, the whole body was tight, the muscles were tight. The skin hit a sharp object.
"Good···Give it to me, buried him alive...······
The middle-aged Xiaojing screamed, and while ambushing his hands and carrying sacks filled with sand, they rushed forward and threw the sacks into an empty crater.
The big pit is four meters deep and is arranged in a ring shape. It is covered with large-faced glass and poured on the floating soil. As long as there are heavy objects on it, the glass breaks, and the above things will fall into the big pit.
This trap was not temporarily arranged. It was originally dug as part of the defense. Wanqiang was bad luck, and he hit it up. A big sack was thrown on the head of the strong. Wan Qian couldn't see anything, and the dense sacks blocked the light and covered his sight.
Wanqiang couldn’t hold back the panic in his heart. Before the mutation, it was just a small person. The emotion of a small person changed too fast, and he was restrained for a while. He was fearless and became panic for a while because his support could no longer be him. The source of confidence.
Whether it is screaming because of fear, or screaming because of anger, it is almost the same in the ears of middle-aged Xiaojing. He is not proud. It is only a kind of reverie that he is buried in the eternal life. .
A bag of sacks gradually piled up into a hill, and the eyes will be pressed forever underneath, unable to turn over, and the middle-aged Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief, as if the situation was better than he had imagined.
The accident was sudden, and the sacks like the hills slowly swelled. The hills that were raised were like a thunder in the hearts of everyone. What monsters were pressed underneath?
"Look what? Waiting for him to climb up?"
The middle-aged Xiaojing’s drink awakened everyone. They threw the sacks of sacks on the top, regardless of their tiredness. The higher the sacks were placed, the taller the ground was as fast as two meters, and the ridges appeared repeatedly. The things that are gratifying, the frequency of occurrence is getting less and less, and the extent of the uplift is getting lower and lower.
Someone climbed the sack mountain, caught the sack underneath, and placed it in the same way as the grain. The men standing on it felt the deepest. The sack underneath suppressed a prehistoric behemoth, and each time it was raised, the figure was unstable. Let them feel the ultimate fear.
They worked hard, no one slipped, no one dared to be lazy, they piled up a bag of sacks, at this time, the physical exertion was a lot of energy, making them soft and sweaty.
One minute··
Two minutes··
five minutes··
The sacks underneath did not tremble. The men standing on the sacks couldn’t help but cheer. They thought they had won, and the prehistoric monster was suppressed.
Cheering too early, the trap is ring-shaped, that is, the sack can not fill all the ditch, at the edge, a dull roar faintly spread, the whole sack mountain shakes, like an earthquake, several sacks fly in the air Sprinkle the sand of the sky and flutter in the wind.
The scattered sand formed a dust mist, covering the entire sack mountain and half of the ditch. The people inside could not see the outside. The outside people could not see the inside. A scream came from the dust and the broken body flew out. The dust mist fell far away, and the corpse flying in the air pulled a long blood chain and dyed a rain in the air.
"Retreat ···Retreat····"
Middle-aged Xiaojing stood on the platform in front of his main building and shouted loudly. This time he did not escape. The means he prepared has not yet officially started. The gathering place is so big~EbookFREE.me~He doesn't know where to go. I can't escape, I can only fight. Here, I’m going to make a decision with Wanqiang to see if Wanqiang will fall first or if he will be killed.
There are not many people who escaped. Only half of the previous ones, or half of them are lucky. In the dust, they can’t see them. Wanqiang can’t see them. As long as they don’t directly hit the strong chest, they won’t It was shredded in the first place.
The diffuse sand was rewinded, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust. Wanqiang felt the feeling of dust and sand hitting the eyelids, and opened the gray-red eyes.
The skin that had been healed before the chest was re-drilled into a hole. Some of the holes were smashed into pieces, the flesh was rotten, the bright red muscle fibers were exposed, and the dust was stained with mottled. The strong does not care that the chest was scraped by the steel bars. The wound was stained with sand and dust. He took a few steps forward and took a trot to beat the pace of others' madness and grabbed a man who was left behind.
With a loud bang, he stuck his man's neck and put his head down. The blood spring sprayed on the strong chest, and the mud on his body was washed down. Wan Qiang saw the blood, and the gray-red pupil became black and red.
Ripped open the chest of the body, dug out the beating heart, drenched the blood on the wound, cleaned the wound with blood, looked at the heart in his hand, and felt strong hunger. He grabbed the right hand of the heart and trembled. Lift your mouth and slowly open your mouth and want to swallow it.
"哒哒哒····" a short shot, three particles hit the forehead of Wanqiang, Wanqiang’s head rises high, the line of sight leaves the heart, and the reason comes back again, and a cold sweat is heard. He almost will be the same kind. The heart is eaten raw.
Wanqiang slammed his heart to his feet, kneeling down, staring at the platform and staring at his middle-aged scene, not taking care of other escaped fish, and striding straight into the platform. He wants to crush this guy into a meat.