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    There is no need to make Zhang Xiaoqiang wait for too long, Yuan Yi strolled back to Zhang Xiaoqiang with a calm face, ignoring the surprise in the eyes of others, first looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and saw that he had not changed much during the time he was away, so he silently  Standing behind him silently.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang received a few compliments from other people's eyes, and he didn't ask Yuan Yi how he was doing. He believed her, turned his head to look at Huang Quan standing beside him, and nodded.

    "Everyone is there, enter the position."

    Huang Quan shouted loudly, and the team members and militiamen picked up their respective guys one after another, entered the trench they had dug before, and looked at the rippling lake waves in the distance calmly.

    "Bring it up"

    Three writhing sacks were dragged from a truck parked on one side, and when they came close, the sacks were untied, and three unkempt human heads poked out like birds' nests. They were gifts, gifts from the women's barracks to the camp, and apologies.  They were all captured that night. They were locked up in the camp for three days and starved for three days. At this moment, they are the scarecrows that attract the big fish to the shore.

    The three were terrified in their eyes, and their faces were panicked. They wanted to twist their necks to see where they were, but their faces were pressed firmly to the ground by the team members, unable to move.

    "Well let's get started"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the three people at his feet and ordered softly. There was no pity, no joy, and no arrogance when taking other people's lives. In his eyes, these three people were no longer human beings. Since they were not considered human beings by him, naturally  No need to show more emotion.

    Six team members stepped forward and dragged the three tied-up men to the lake. The three of them could see where they were going. They knew where it was. Anyone caught eating people in a gathering place would end up being thrown into the lake.  The lake was eaten by fish.

    Their hungry and weak bodies regenerated with new strength, and they struggled desperately. Their bodies were low on the ground, and their feet kicked violently on the ground, kicking up pieces of sand.  The lake wind blowing from the middle dissipated.

    The three desperate men struggled on the ground like dead fish, and their struggles fell into the eyes of those militiamen who were frustrated.  After the liver and intestines are removed, there is no longer the previous tension and pulsation, and there is only sadness left.

    In a blink of an eye, the three of them were dragged to the lake, one of them was the tallest and the biggest, the man who used to have a grim face, but now was dragged to the lake to kneel down.

    The previous struggle exhausted his last bit of strength, he gave up, and let the team members pull him over like a soft-faced man, kneeling by the lake, staring down at Shiba below him, the pure lake water reflected  On his cheek, the man stared blankly at his reflection in the water, the man in the water was thin and thin, no longer the arrogance and publicity of the past, his beard and hair were disheveled, his eyes were ashen, and the ashes slowly brightened in his eyes.

    The man didn't care about the big sword held high by the team members beside him. He looked at his face carefully. The reflection in the water was him, his appearance in this world, and the appearance in the eyes of others. It was as if he was looking at himself for the first time.  The reflection of his life showed the worst scene in his life, and it was so perfect in his eyes, it was nothing but him, he looked at the reflection dumbly, the sharp knife surface flashed a dazzle in the sun  across the corner of his eye.

    He was flying in the air, like a bird, the headless corpse by the lake that was swaying to one side, the team member who was retracting the long knife, and the two companions who were kneeling on the ground not far away all landed on him.  In his eyes, he didn't take a second look, everything has nothing to do with him, he is flying, he is free, he is a bird, he wants to fly higher, until he is buried by Shiba.

    Ripples rippled from the calm lake water, and the ripples circled the ground to the distance. With a splash, the lake water on the shore turned from clear to blood red, and the second round began.

    The previous scene fell into the eyes of the second person, and he saw it from the beginning to the end. When it was his turn, his heart was calm. Although the dirty cloth gag had been removed, he did not cry out or beg for mercy.  He cooperated very well and took the initiative to struggle to walk to the lake without pulling. He knelt down on the blood-soaked ground.

    The lake water has been stained with blood, he can't see his own reflection like the first man, he has no regrets, it's a joy to be freed by a knife from the original guess, there is a better choice  , He is satisfied, he can't be too greedy, being a human being is hard, being a survivor of a gathering place is even more painful, and it's better to be liberated.

    The human head flew up, and the fountain-like blood brought a long ripple of blood and fell to the farther side of the lake. The head fell into the water, but the corpse did not fall down, still standing on its knees, as if leaving the last trace of longing for the world.  .

    ?The team member with the machete on his back wiped the tiny drops of blood that fell on his face with his sleeve, and raised his foot to remove theThe corpse was kicked into the lake, and he turned to look at the third man, who was also the thinnest and least courageous man. That man was not as calm as the two before him. He lay on the ground and curled up into a ball.  The beach water stains slowly seeped into the soil.

    "Bah" The executioner spat and looked at the third person with contempt. He would not feel admiration because of other people's pointlessness, nor would he be soft because of others' cowardice.

    The footsteps of the executioner strolling towards him were like shocking waves hitting the man's heart. The man was not lying on the ground soaked by his own urine at this moment, but he seemed to be lying on the air compressor, trembling all over his body.  eyes.

    "ah!!!!!"

    The man couldn't bear the superimposition of fear anymore, he struggled and rolled on the ground, wet soil, urine stains, dried grass roots, and large pieces of dust were all over his body,

    When the executioner came to the front, he saw that guy made himself like this, so he didn't know where to catch him. He looked at him casually, and saw that he hadn't got his hair in the urine, although it was also dirty and greasy.  Greasy astigmatism.

    "Ahforgive meforgive meGrandfather, you let me go, I will be your cow and horse"

    The man was pulled by the hair by the executioner and dragged on the ground. Regardless of the severe pain in the scalp, the man writhed on the ground, tears and snot falling together, and his mouth was still screaming for mercy.

    The executioner was as cold as iron, how could he be moved by him?  He dragged him silently in a dull voice, like a machine, the man's fear of death surpassed everything else, he shook his head and tore the hair caught in the big hands, and finally he managed to struggle out.

    The executioner only felt his hand lighten, and the man broke free from his hand. The only thing still in his hand was a handful of dirty hair. Seeing the man rolling on the ground in a knotted knot, the executioner lost his temper and threw away the dirty hair in his hand.  He stepped forward and kicked the man on the chin.

    The man screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground, mixed with a few teeth, and then he was kicked by the executioner like a ball, and the man screamed and was kicked into the blood puddle by the lake.  Giving up, bouncing around like a shrimp in a pot, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him, the howling and begging for mercy never stopped.

    The long knife was raised, and the target was the man's neck. The man's terrified eyes saw nothing but the guillotine raised high. Suddenly, he yelled out a long paragraph of blessing:

    "I'm usefulI'm usefulI can make explosives, I can make explosives" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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