Chapter 180: Very beautiful, beautiful

(Hey, the chapter that looks like 7 points is not automatically released, now I see it when I get up, I have two chapters)
In the wandering, he arrived at this gathering point. Although the days were very bitter, but he could still live, Minan was very satisfied with the life here, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to die. He thought of going down to find his cousin. Coming, the head of the civilians personally found him, promised to let Minnan have no food and clothing, as long as he can kill the leader of the other team at the last minute...
"Why why?··································································································· An angry roar to the man in the battle group, he panted and whispered, looking at every man with a gun, he wanted death, not everyone’s ridicule, he would left The knife changed to the right hand and looked at everyone. He was going to die. He wants to be gloriously killed. "It’s him, he laughs happiest, hehe! Laugh, let me die with me..."
His goal is to stand on the side of a battle group with Yang Keer. This guy is the happiest to laugh. He didn't expect his laughter to cause trouble for himself.
The young man continued to circle in the same place. Suddenly he accelerated in an instant. The knife in his hand pointed to the throat of the combat team members. The man in the battle group was too careless. His gun was still on his back. He looked at the sudden knife and he closed desperately. The eyes.
The knife stopped on his throat. The skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife. He stepped back a little and took off the rifle on his shoulder. Because it was too shocking, the rifle didn't take it. On the ground, he stepped back a few more steps before he saw that the man’s hand with the knife was pinched by Yang Keer.
The young man looked at Yang Keer's jealousy with horror. He knew his own strength. Don't say that it was a little girl of the cardamom. It was a big man who couldn't hold himself. He struggled hard, but Yang Keer's white The little red hand in the red is like a pair of pliers, so that he does not move. His eyes look at Yang Ke's delicate face. He sees the ridicule in the eyes of Yang Keer. He is even more angry.
"Ha~~~~~~" He waved his left fist and slammed it on Yang Ke's face. Yang Keer shook his wrist. The young man was thrown away by the little girl like a doll.
"Bashing····" He slammed into the ground and stirred up a burst of dust. He struggled in the dust and climbed up from the ground. He felt dizzy and he saw a weak figure in the shackles. Come to himself, "Ah..." he broke out again, holding his fist to the figure, his wrists tightening and he flew out...·····
He was slowly struggling on the ground, his bones were pinched off with pliers, and the pain came to him like a tide. His chin rested on the gray floor and the mouth was rough. The ground dust was blown up and slowly covered on his head. He slowly moved his lower arm to his chest and lifted his upper body. The two thighs slowly swayed forward until they could He picked up from the ground, every movement on his body was like being slowed down by the camera. He climbed up from the ground a little bit. His posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed, they were deeply The shock was over, the young man was thrown down by Yang Keer countless times, but every time he could climb from the ground and throw a punch at Yang Keer, but he was getting slower and slower, and the more his fists were. The lighter it is, Yang Keer unconsciously lowered the strength of his hand, and began to feel a little light and easy, even if the young man is getting weaker and weaker, now he has no strength to climb from the ground. It is.
He stood on the ground, his body swayed, his dizziness was getting heavier and heavier. He couldn’t see the scene around him. He slowly moved and looked for the little girl who repeatedly dropped him on the ground. He He also punched him, waiting for him to be killed by her or being exhausted, and a wonderful figure appeared in his blurred vision. "Is she?" He staggered to the figure. The figure is also coming to him, near, near, "ah~~~~~~~~~~" He slammed his last strength and waved his right fist to the figure. go with.
His fist stopped. He looked at the down jacket that turned from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a handsome little girl. The age of the little girl was similar to that of Yang Keer. Her face always carries one. The expression of the scorpion, the tears blurred the sight of the little girl, she extended her hands to help the young man, and half of it hesitated and seemed to dare not touch him.
The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket. He dropped his right arm and said softly: "You are not her!" The body fell to the ground and people did not know.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had forgotten the young man in the back~EbookFREE.me~ His men rushed over the men who were lying on the ground, holding their heads under the guns of heavy machine guns, heavy machine guns. The muzzles slowly slided over the top of their heads under the operation of the machine gunner, and every offset of the muzzle made the men who looked at the corners of their eyes frightened.
More than a hundred men trembled under the guns. They didn't know how their fate was. In the end, they still moved first. Some people held their heads around their eyes and looked at the gaps. Escape, some people silently pray in their hearts with their eyes closed, and some men look at the front row of several people with grievances. They are the heads of small teams. They are resentful of their own heads and come out to find death. There are only men in the eyes of the machine guns on their heads, and they read in their mouths: "He said the organic guns, he said the organic guns..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lit cigarette in his hand. From time to time, he took a sip and spit it out slowly. He looked at the men, his cold eyes twitching in the heart of the man who was lying on the ground, his waist The silver eagle that shines in silver is like a sickle in the eyes of these prisoners. They are all suspecting that Zhang Xiaoqiang is choosing a bad luck to kill chickens and monkeys. They don't want to be the bad luck, whenever Zhang Xiaoqiang is cold and cold. When they swept over, they buried their heads on their chests until the cold sight of the bones moved away.
Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and indescribable. He is happy to look at these sturdy men. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression. His eyes are very cold, but his heart is very hot. What is the most lacking in the last days? ? It’s not guns and ammunition, it’s not food and materials, it’s human, it’s a strong labor for adults. If you have someone, you can grab it, you can build it, you can cultivate it, you can make it...·····