Chapter 107: Hate is difficult!

Chapter 107, hate is difficult!
砰砰----
砰砰----
Horseshoes burst into a uniform.
At the same time, they lifted up and fell at the same time, and they rushed toward the caravans like a blast.
Obviously, it was a bandit thief. After robbing for a long time, the killing was heavy, and there was even the power and blood of the regular army.
They wore tight black shirts and black robes.
It was like a black whirlwind, rolling up the smoke of the sky.
There are no messes of swearing, no threats of threatening intimidation, and even the rapid breathing makes people feel so quiet and calm.
Their bodies leaned over the horse's back, making as much noise as possible.
Only the tall and long sabers were exposed naked to reveal the identity of their Death Harvester.
Their riding is excellent, and the body rises and falls with the running of the horse. Without hands, you can control your horse with your legs.
From far and near, between the moments.
It was still a black figure, and now I can see their strange faces, and each strange face has a sly expression ------
They are more terrible than blood wolves and more vicious than the devil.
Ganyang had a cold face and kept licking his dry lips with his tongue. This is a habitual movement of his nature, which is naturally made every time he encounters danger or inner tension.
Sand thieves have ravaged the millennium, and they have the same inheritance as their professional career.
As the saying goes, relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea. The human races living in the desert have no choice but to rob and murder to accumulate wealth for generations. Therefore, robbing and killing are a necessary means of earning a living in them.
Sand thieves want to survive, so they want to plunder, they want to kill.
The darts are also to survive, so they have to protect the goods, they have to sacrifice themselves.
Since ancient times, this is two opposing groups.
No hatred, but no end.
Ganyang did not deal with sand thieves. Many of his brothers were killed by sand thieves when he was a bodyguard. He died in front of his eyes—including Gan Liang’s father.
That kind of frustration, the sense of powerlessness and time again made him cry in the midnight dreams and it was difficult to calm down.
However, they used to experience small sand thieves. Twenty or thirty people, up to thirty or fifty people. After a round of assault, the murderer grabs the goods and then turns around and withdraws.
This time is different. There are hundreds of people in this time.
He didn't know what kind of dart they were, but remembered that the medicinal giant Bai Fengrui in Guanzhong had a serious discussion with the old darts, and then the old darts solemnly invited himself to the inner room and said that he would bring himself. All the brothers in the Escort must ensure the safety of the goods. One round-trip, they can return to life, and the families of those who died can also live comfortably.
Obviously, this is worth a lot of money. And these sand thieves smelled the tastes gathered to prepare for a big deal.
This dart can't be lost, they can't afford to lose it, the darts are over, and all of their brothers are finished.
"Brothers, what are we coming for?" Gan Yang voiced sharply. He didn't understand what was going on, and his nephew suddenly became like this. It’s like being burnt with a heat. "We are not trying to protect the country, nor to protect this darts----we just want to give a young man a bite to eat. The goods are safe, everything is there. The goods are lost, the darts are finished, we are also It’s over.

Gan Yang pulled out the big knife hanging from the waist and said: "There is nothing to say, as before ----Fucking guys."
"Fuck the guy." Many of the darts gathered around Ganyang each screamed and screamed. Although there are few people in this party, the momentum is not weak.
"Kill." Gan Yang took the lead and urged the horse to lift the knife toward the front.
"Kill." Many darts also urged the horse to attack.
Break people's money, such as killing parents. This is a deep hatred, how can you not fight hard?
Of course, those sand thieves think so.
There is no deceleration. When the pair of singers led by Ganyang are on the table, the sand thieves will speed up again. The potential to cross the war horses was brought to the extreme.
"Kill." The head of the person was cold and his face was exposed with a cold word.
"Kill." Those black robes held a saber and slammed into Ganyang and others.
choke-----
Ganyang and the black robes cut a knife and then passed the wrong horse.
Ganyang only felt that the tiger's mouth was in awe and his chest was stirring. The black robes have already rushed into the camp, and have cut off the heads of Gan Chao and Wang Xiaode.
The other party is a master, and the strength of the two is not at the same level.
The other black robe sand thieves rushed into the team of the darts, like a wolf into the flock, and those who would only be a few hands or just strong and strong and want to rely on the strength of a bowl of rice to eat the slasher The scatter has fallen.
Ganyang witnessed the smashing, violently screaming, and turned the horse's head and rushed toward the black robe sand thief again.
The thief first smashed the king. As long as he was able to sneak the thief to the fallen horse, he would be able to shake the heart and let them return without success.
"Death." Gan Yang gritted his teeth. The feeling of desperation comes again, the kind of effort to kill the opponent, but no matter how hard you work hard, the reality that you can't do it is to get into a state of hysteria.
嗖----
Once again staggered.
Ganyang's Baoyue knife cut to the chest of the black robe, and the black robe's Hummer # knife also bowed to his head.
Play with your life.
Gan Yang knows that he is not the opponent of this black robe. He is willing to exchange his death for a life. I hope that this will give my own brothers a new way of life.
嚓-----
Gan Yang flew in the air, he saw his horse, he also saw his body.
His jujube horse dragged his huge body and ran forward, not finding out what they had dropped.
Flying in the air is his head, his good head was smashed by the Hummer # knife and then picked up in the air.
He watched as his horse and body ran farther and farther, and finally disappeared to the shadow.
Snapped----
His head fell to the ground and he died.
"Gang Shu-----" Gan Liang is cutting with a black sand thief. Seeing Ganyang’s tragic death, the action was stagnant and shouted.
It was only because of this stagnation that the sand thief machine cut a knife on his back.
It was like being bitten by an ant, he could not feel pain at all.
"Gang Shu----- Gan Shu-----" He groaned and shouted, turning the horse's head toward Gan's head. This sinister teenager has forgotten the sinister battlefield and the horror of killing. He just wanted to rush to his uncle and picked up his head and burst into tears.
After his father died, Uncle Gan was the hope of their family. It is the only shoulder he can rely on, his closest relatives and relatives. It was a man who replaced his father's identity in his heart.
However, he is now dead in front of himself, and he has been cut off his head-----
The sand thief was covered with blood and eyes, and thought that Gan Liang wanted to escape, driving the horse to chase, holding the hummer still dripping with blood drops #刀向甘亮.
"Gan Liang, run fast----Run------" Li Muyang is so anxious to be crazy.
He jumped from the carriage and grabbed something in his hands.
He caught the Tongtian sword.
It was a strange thing, no matter where he fell, this Tongtian sword always followed him and hung tightly on his belt.
He took out his long sword and rushed toward the black sand thief who was chasing after him.
It’s just a round, just a face-to-face, these sand thieves, all the butchers who are going to will almost slaughter the darts who have just been alive and kicking.
The sturdy man said to himself with a worried look: I saved you from the mangrove forest, and you owe you a brother. If you don't leave anything else, just give me a good life. Lived for a long time.
The big brother with acne on his face is called Huang Xuan. He handed himself a iron kettle and said: Drinking water and moisturizing the throat, this pot of water is clean, I have not drunk ------
The boy with black eyes said proudly to himself: One day I will go to Jiangnan City and rushed over with a long team of darts.
Some people have spoken to themselves, and when they don’t know what to say, they smile at themselves in good faith.
They have wives, children, and family members who need care. They are flesh and blood, and they are living people.
However, they were hacked to death by the devils in these deserts.
It’s just a blink of an eye, that is, the time to drink a sip of water.
They are all dead.
Li Muyang feels that she is going crazy.
Hate!
Hate!
Hate bloody, hate body tremble.
He ran hard and ran hard.
The faster he runs, the faster he runs than the horses.
He caught up with the black sand thief and his body leaped high.
Then he lifted the sword and handed it to his back.
The black sand thief felt the danger behind him, and he turned around in horror, the Hummer # knife wants to block.
clang-------
His Hummer # knife was cut into two pieces, like cutting a branch.
嚓------
His body was cut in half, like cutting a piece of tofu.
He had a fearful expression on his face, and he finally realized the despair of death.