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Chapter 128: Massacre of border residents

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    What does this bird mercenary leader want to do?  Could it be that the boy named Cheng has really been caught by him, or is he completely under his control?  This is unlikely!  If that's the case, why don't they hand over the boy named Cheng to us as soon as possible?  Wouldn't they have successfully completed their mission in this way?

    What kind of medicine is this mercenary leader selling in his gourd?  Or is it medicine?

    Maimaiti, who followed the big black man, was always murmuring in his heart, and could even be said to be full of suspicion.

    What is this bird mercenary leader doing?

    "Desert Scorpion, do you have any good way to meet that boy named Cheng?" Maimaiti, who was following behind, still couldn't hold back and asked at the same time as he followed closely behind.

    "You'll find out later!" The big black man didn't look back, but answered him coldly, with a very confident tone even though he was left in suspense.

    I couldn¡¯t ask any more questions, so I had to follow him outside in silence.

    The two of them walked out of the more luxurious courtyard in the village one after another, and walked straight towards the entrance of the village. Along the way, armed men occasionally jumped out from hiding to greet them, or ventured to chat a few words.

    Arriving at the entrance of the village, the majestic black man gave an order, and a moment later, several armed men gathered all the villagers, men, women, old and children, and drove them to the entrance of the village.

    There were at least two to three hundred villagers in the entire village. At this moment, under the gunpoint of this group of armed men, they were pushing and shoving together. Most of the men lowered their heads and remained silent, while the women and children were silent.  When she cried, her voice was extremely suppressed, as if she didn't dare to cry loudly even if she wanted to.

    Under the brutal threat of the militants, the villagers collectively felt the fear of death for the first time.

    At this moment, they (she) are clearly like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They are clearly meat on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered without any power to fight back.  And this group of violent and vicious militants is the knife of evil that is about to strike at them.

    A cold feeling of sadness began to spread among the crowd.

    The frightened villagers hugged each other, leaned on each other, and comforted each other feebly. The suppressed cries from the crowd from time to time continued to exaggerate and embellish the scene, allowing all people who still have a trace of kindness to see this kind of scene.  The scene can't help but break your heart.

    But this big black man was not moved at all. Years of living a knife-edge life with blood had trained him to be as poisonous as a snake and a scorpion. Perhaps a war machine like him, whose only purpose is money, would  They lost their heart a long time ago, and they were even no longer a complete person.

    Because, for money, they can engage in any war that has nothing to do with them. For money, they can deprive anyone of their lives without any reason, including even their own compatriots.  They have no humanity at all, they are just a cold-blooded war machine.

    They have a common name, called mercenaries. They only exist for money. They fight only for money and nothing else.

    ¡°But I saw this big black man staring straight ahead, as if he was arrogantly provoking someone in front of him, and then he took a bright broadsword from the side.  The pale blade of this heavy sword still gave off a frightening cold light even under the bright sunlight.  The simple villagers suddenly saw this situation and became more and more frightened.

    The fear in the crowd became more and more intense, and many women and children were frightened to the point of crying. They were so frightened that they could only use the most primitive human instinct to vent their fear and fear.

    The big black man did not soften his heart because of this, but when he saw his face become solemn, a surging murderous aura burst out of him. He stretched out his hand into the crowd and pulled a middle-aged man easily.  He pulled out the crowd and then took advantage of the situation.  The middle-aged man sat directly on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. Under the threat of fear, he could not control himself at all.

    Then there began to be a moderate commotion in the crowd. It was the relatives of this middle-aged man who were fighting hard. However, their resistance was lost in front of this group of armed men who had no humanity at all.  , it will not play any role at all, and naturally it will not get a trace of pity or win a trace of sympathy.

    A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the black man's mouth, and then he swung the big knife, and the pale white big knife was placed on the man's neck. Without stopping for a moment, the big knife quickly turned in his hand and moved toward  The next burst of useThe whole village was filled with excitement.

    The crowd began to commotion out of control. Several young and strong young men rushed out of the crowd angrily. They used their own courage to deal with wild beasts and fought with their bare hands against the group of armed men. However, no matter how brave and passionate they were,  , or how experienced they are, but after all, it is impossible for them to defeat the fully armed and extremely cold-blooded and brutal militants with their bare hands.

    The young lives of each one soon lost their vitality and color in the hands of these frenzied militants. The brave young lives of each and every one of them did their best to defend their homeland in the confrontation with the thugs.  There should be responsibility.

    However, the brutal killings by the brutal militants continue, and the bleeding of the border residents has not stopped

    Maimaiti, who had been watching with cold eyes, roughly understood the true intention of this big black man at this moment. He was also cold-blooded and ruthless and did not stop it. Instead, he admired the extremely bloody scene in front of him, as if appreciating some art.  The initiator of the crime even felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory, so he did not hesitate to take action and kill himself.

    The village at this moment seems not to be in the human world, but in a miserable hell where evil spirits are rampant.

    This group of unarmed border residents were reduced to a group of lambs to be slaughtered under the butcher's knives of those evil spirits.  In an instant, the entire village was filled with cries, wails, shouts and curses, all blending into one, soaring into the sky.

    The hysterical cries in the crowd and the wailing of people struggling to death made anyone with a human heart tremble in their hearts and be filled with grief and indignation.

    ¡°His father¡ª¡ª¡± A young mother with a child in her arms suddenly struggled out of the crowd and threw herself at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground in mourning and despair.  But just as she rushed out of the crowd, she had not yet reached the location where her husband fell to the ground.  An armed man standing behind her raised the evil butcher knife in his hand without hesitation and slashed at the young mother's back without blinking an eye.

    ¡°Then another knife hit the young mother¡¯s vital part accurately. In an instant, the distraught young mother, following her husband, fell in a pool of blood angrily and unwillingly.

    However, her hands were still holding the child in her arms tightly, refusing to relax at all. She used her weak body to resist the extremely sharp knife, trying her best to protect the child in her arms who still didn't know what was happening in the world.  child.

    But the militant did not give up. Instead, he turned the mother over who had fallen to the ground. At the same time, he raised the sinful butcher knife in his hand and cried to the mother who was still in her arms.  of children beheaded.

    Whoops¡ª¡ª

    Soon after, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a spinning warhead roared out from a hiding place three or four hundred meters away. It rolled up a breath of death and flew toward the direction with a roar.  He hit this militant and hit the knife-holding arm of such a militant very accurately.

    That¡¯s right, Cheng Chong, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn¡¯t help but take action, even if he didn¡¯t hesitate to expose himself.

    And this black man¡¯s conspiracy finally succeeded.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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