Chapter 793: Law Tribulation Ground (1)

Unspeakable 404 plane, March 29, 28, Changsha.
Zhou Qingfeng walked through a dark and long time-space tunnel. Every step of the way, lines of text light up in front of your eyes.
"In the whole of Hunan, in the ten years of the Second Civil Revolutionary War, there were more than 60,000 revolutionary martyrs with names and nearly 200,000 people without names and names!"
"How many people were brutally murdered and how many people were innocently killed? It is impossible to give an exact or even approximate figure. Only a few were reported to be filed during the Qing Dynasty."
"After the failure of the revolution, half of the young women captured were killed, and the rest were sold for 20 yuan each; and some children aged 12 or 3, or even 7 or 8 years old, were also murdered."
With blood and tears in the text, it is full of grief and indignation.
After walking through the space-time tunnel, Zhou Qingfeng appeared at a junction full of people. On both sides of the road are low and dilapidated houses, which are crowded and crowded.
Before waiting to see the surroundings, there was a guy on the high street that attracted Zhou Qingfeng's attention. The other party wore a rumpled Fruit Party official uniform, holding a painted truncheon in one hand and a wooden horn in the other, shouting loudly:
"Today is the anniversary of Huang Huagang's martyrdom. After the special examination by the dean of Tang Menghou in the province, the following eight people were billed and sentenced to death together.
Zhou Qingfeng was inexplicably listening. He was tall, standing behind a group of onlookers and listening to the Changsha dialect.
Everyone on the street shouted, ‘It’s about to beheaded’, ‘It’s about to kill,’ ‘Look at these babies, you will die at a young age’ Just looking at their expressions is not sorrow, but looking at the non-selfish and lively.
The streets were crowded with people, and along the way was a vigilance against the enemy. At least hundreds of ‘black uniforms’ stopped on the street with police batons to ensure that the street was open.
In the middle of the road, several young ‘prisoners’ had their hands tied and walked down the street. ‘Prisoners’ are extremely young, the older ones are in their early twenties, the youngest are in their early twenties, and there are not teenage prisoners.
They jumped along the street, shouting slogans, without the fear of being sentenced to death, but instead of being excited or calm, without looking forward, their heads went forward and frankly died.
Zhou Qingfeng appeared in a black trench coat and appeared to stand out among the crowd with an average height of less than 1.6 meters. As he watched from side to side, several fruit party "black uniforms" stared at him.
Ahhh... I'm in trouble.
Alsie?
Sophia?
Leprechauns?
In the trough, the maid's maid didn't come, and the magical power could not be used. I have only one strength left.
Great horror, I haven't been so weak in a long time!
What about my wings of light?
What about my war trample?
What about my hundreds of spell slots?
My pocket full of magic gems?
What else do I have in my hand?
The'black uniform' came up from the front, back, left, and right, and looked up at the cool dress of Uncle Zhou. Leading the baton, he asked: "Later, where are you from? Where is the household registration?"
The last line of words appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng-what is your choice?
Have a ghost choice?
Uncle Zhou hung mp-18'Bergman' on his chest.
The leading ‘black uniform’ recognizes this thing, and the ‘flower machine gun’ is awesome. He felt cold and stepped back a few steps, shouting sharply: "Later, what do you want to do?
Today, eight people were sentenced, but we are the main crimes committed by Chairman Cheng Qiancheng. The robbery is a felony. You have a good future at a young age, but think about it. "
It's all here, what else do you want to think about?
Zhou Qingfeng opened his trench coat and found that in addition to one ‘Bergman’, two ‘m1911a1’ were inserted under the left and right ribs, and a 67-type grenade and a dozen magazines were hung around the waist.
What's more terrible is that he also carried a heavy tote bag, without knowing what is inside-your sister, isn't this Neo's dress to save Murphy?
It was found that the strange epigenetic clothes were full of weapons, and the leading'black uniform' yelled loudly, grabbed a whistle and blew desperately.
After the sharp whistle blew twice, the leader ‘black uniform’ shouted loudly:
Come on guard, someone robs the court!

Before the whistle sounded, watching the lively people escaped from Zhou Qingfeng, only a few'black uniforms' surrounded him.
After the whistle sounded, Zhou Qingfeng loosened his handbag and stepped forward, swiftly reached out and spit blood on the leading "black uniform"-God fortunately he was still brute.
Immediately after that, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the ‘Bergman’ hanging diagonally from his chest and shot at the surrounding ‘black uniforms’.
The ordinary ‘black uniform’ has a painted baton in its hand, and they are hit by the intensive bullet rain before they turn around to escape.
The lively crowd watched the guns fry the pan immediately and fled around in a panic.
Shocking, shouting, crying, the crowd collided, pushed and trampled, and the street leading to Education Huiping was a mess. The ‘black uniform’ that maintained order followed the chaos, and immediately hid the gunshots.
Thirty-two rounds of magazines were empty, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately squatted down to change the magazine. Instead of getting up immediately, he picked up his handbag, pulled out his pistol, and the cat walked forward with the help of the chaotic crowd.
Soon after, Zhou Qingfeng saw a girl with her hands tied down on the ground. She was definitely not in her twenties, in her early twenties, staring at Zhou Qingfeng with big eyes, her face was very calm.
It's really unexpected that such a big child would be killed by beheading.
"What is your name?"
"Ma Zhichun."
"how old are you?"
"fourteen."
Hell, such a young girl is going to kill.
After escorting the girl’s ‘black uniform’, no trace of running, Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the dagger on the leg and cut the thick hemp rope on the girl’s wrist. She turned around and shouted, "Someone is behind."
Several guys wearing the fruit party's "green uniform" appeared holding the "old sleeve". They rudely pushed away the blocking people and rushed seven or eight meters away.
As soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, he shot with a gun. A banging crit, a four or five-caliber warhead drove the hooded mice in the "green uniform".
After seven rounds of bullets were empty, three people fell in the "green uniform" opposite. The other threw the gun, turned around and ran away-these gangsters were so unusual that they were not afraid of death at all.
Zhou Qingfeng handed the dagger to the girl, instructing while changing the magazine, "Go find other people, don't run around when you find it, come back here. I'll get these dog legs away."
Although I don't know, the girl is very obedient. She stood up and yelled, and said in the direction of the escort: "Be careful, there are dog-legged cars over there."
Have a car? That's better.
Zhou Qingfeng put his pistol in his rib and lowered his gun pocket, and ran towards the road with ‘Bergman’. The girl stared at his back, opened her mouth and asked what she wanted, but she knew it was not the right time and turned to save others.
This is Changsha. Chairman Cheng Qiancheng really has a car under his hands. But it is a very old-fashioned modified T-type car. There are not many people on the car, but a group of dog legs in black and green uniforms are surrounded by the front of the car.
It must be a personal thing that can drive, and Uncle Zhou just happened to lack mobility tools.