Chapter 16: Captured

"It's impossible, it's not right! God, it's not right!"
Old man Liu couldn't believe what he saw, he didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, he shouted, struggled, stood up again and again, and was pushed down by the soldiers holding him again and again.
Not far from him, the black-clothed warrior knelt on the ground, wrapped in a thick cord of beef tendon soaked in oil, and two long knives were placed on his neck.
And farther away, rows of corpses were stacked in rows, and there were hundreds of wounded soldiers wailing and wrapped in cloth strips.
The young man among the villagers was forced to carry water to wash the puddles of blood on the ground, and use a rake to pull the fallen teeth and bone out of the soil.
The women were taking care of the wounded soldiers, but the rough country women did not get their bones, and the doctors in the Fort Sonnen were not enough. As a result, the wounded soldiers howled even worse during treatment.
None of the corpses in that row were killed by the black warrior. They were all manslaughters at the moment of the fire volley.
Xu Qingsong was sitting on a grandmaster's chair in front of the black warrior with a pale face, his broken leg and hand were splinted. On the other armchair beside him sat Jiang Ping with his arms hanging.
Jiang Feng smiled and stood proudly behind the black-clad warrior. One of the knives that was placed on the black-clad warrior's neck was held in his hand.
"Uncle, my nephew made a little trick to capture the enemy and send it to my uncle."
Xu Qingsong nodded slowly, her voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, nephew, if you weren't here today, I'm afraid I will be killed by this madman!"
He looked at the piles of corpses and wounded soldiers in the distance, and was afraid for a while. This time Xujiapu's vitality was severely injured, many people were killed and many more injured, and most of the wounded soldiers were disabled.
But he felt it was worth, no matter how many deaths and twice as many injuries, it was worth it!
Xu Qingsong stared at the black-clad warrior bitterly, gritted his teeth and said: "You are definitely not waiting! Who sent you here, is it the old man's person?"
The corner of the black warrior's mouth was still bleeding, he lowered his head and said nothing.
The black bat armor that was almost invulnerable had already been torn open in several places in the last fight before, and under every armor tearing opening was a hideous wound like a child's open mouth.
"Don't say so?" Xu Qingsong said gloomily: "I will make you regret giving birth! I will crush every bone of you! Pull out every tooth of you! Tear every inch of your skin!"
The black warrior is still silent, like a meteorite made of profound iron, which has already released all the light and heat, peeling off all the dust, mud and stones that are hidden, leaving only one harder than iron and colder than ice. Core.
"Catch all those untouchables here, and I will cook this bat monster in front of these untouchables!"
Xu Qingsong howled hysterically and ordered.
Meng Xingshun's mood is very peaceful, he feels that having such a last flash in his life is enough.
After the hustle and bustle, it should be silent. The last time in my life was going crazy, and it was better to live through the life like a walking dead. This life can be regarded as the end of the life, but I don't know if there is a future life.
He is not afraid of death, and will he still be afraid of pain if he is not afraid of death? What's more, he has been specially trained to endure huge pains that ordinary people can't bear. Breaking bones, pulling teeth, and skinning are nothing.
It's a pity... to be a fool. When he died, he didn't understand what Ah Fu was or what Ah Fu wanted to do.
"Meng Xinghun, you don't just give up this simple, do you think,'My life is no regrets, beheaded but a big scar, eighteen years later, I will be a good man again', and then wait for death? "
Just thinking about it, Ah Fu's extremely disgusting voice came in his ears. Meng Xinghun didn't want to pay attention to him, and Quan treated it as the buzzing noise of flies.
"Master Bu has actually been beaten up and bruised like you, caught, and threatened to shatter the body."
Afu spoke to himself regardless of what Meng Xinghun thought.
"Master Bu is also a human being, he is not a god, and his martial arts is not as high as you, so he is often beaten miserably, and he often faces this almost mortal situation, but you know what happened after he was captured and abolished. Did you do it?"
At the last moment of his life, Meng Xinghun didn't want to hear Afu's noise, but couldn't help being attracted by his words.
In fact, he has begun to believe that there really is a hero like Bruce in the world. If everything is A Fu's fiction, A Fu's ability to make up stories is too great.
What's more, he was wearing cloth hero's armor, using his darts, riding his bat, and seeing his manor and bat cave.
He admired Bu Daxia very much. If Bu Daxia was his father and it was not made up by Afu, then he would be proud of having such a father.
So he raised a bit of curiosity, wanting to know what to do if Heroes Bu faces this situation.
"The cloth hero never gives up the hope of life! Because he knows that if he dies, there will be one less knight in the world who can make the wicked be afraid. The wicked people will think that even the cloth hero can kill the world. Nothing great can stop them from doing evil!"
"Even if it is to prevent the wicked who killed him from being rampant, he has to struggle to live, even if his leg is disabled, his martial arts is abolished, and he is thrown into the bottomless pit, he has to rack his brains to find a way to live, thinking How to stand up, find a way to climb out of the pit, find a way to become Batman again!"
"He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that his death will make the people's lives even harder! In fact, his body is covered with dark wounds, and his body and mind have reached the limit that people can bear. Life is more painful than death, but he does not want to die. Don't die!"
Meng Xinghun was trembling all over when he heard it, and the heartstrings that were calm as still water waved again.
Yeah, what's so great about not being afraid of death? The cloth hero is afraid of death, but this fear of death is truly remarkable!
"Meng Xinghun, it doesn't matter if you want to die, but have you ever lived?"
Ah Fu's question came from the ear again, this sentence is in the middle of Meng Xinghun's weakness.
Has he ever lived?
Killing, drinking, gambling, throwing money, looking for girls, fantasizing about the body of the tall boss, lying on a rock and watching the stars, hiding in a wooden cabin and vomiting...
This is called living?
In this life, only the short burst of time before, Meng Xinghun understood what it is like to "live". It felt very refreshing, very enjoyable, and very enjoyable! Very bloody!
I really want to do it again.
Only after living once, will you know how wonderful it feels to live, and you will start to be "fear of death".
Meng Xinghun suddenly became a little afraid of death.
"I will tell you two things in the end. The first thing is that no matter what the outcome is, I will not go to the happy forest to kill people. The second thing is that I will not save you. For more than three hundred miles, I just can fly. It’s too late."
After saying this, there was a piercing sound, and the ear was silent again.