Although this grain grabbing riot was put into action by Xiao Lan's ideas, it was Chen Laohan who really organized these more than 30 people, and because of this, Chen Laohan became the leader of more than 30 people, and Xiao Lan walked next to Chen Laohan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fact that so many people could be assembled in one night shows that the majority of the people were still dissatisfied with the commune system.

They pick out sticks and use their scimitars to sharpen them into weapons that fit their hands. Coupled with the continuous increase in the number of people, everyone's hearts are suddenly a lot more steady.

But when they thought of their current situation, they became indifferent, and at the same time, they also strengthened their purpose and made their steps more steady. As Chen Laohan said before, people who are about to starve to death can do anything, after all, even human flesh can be eaten, and grabbing food is nothing, anyway, they are all dead.

"What are they doing here?"

"Who knows, it's ...... in your hand"

"Are they going to grab food?" ......

The sky was slightly bright, the door of the commune canteen had not yet opened, and at the door there was a large group of refugees lined up with broken porcelain bowls to receive porridge, and when they noticed that the people around them were not looking right, and turned to look, they saw a large group of people coming from the avenue outside the county seat, they were all waving sharp wooden sticks in their hands, their expressions were serious and indifferent, and they didn't care about the eyes of the people around them.

There was no shouting, no immediate shouting, they were just silent. They didn't come with the right intentions, and everyone knew it. This silence sometimes led some to think that weakness, the infinitely inflated self-confidence of the Commune production team, began to despise this group of people.

"What are they here for?" asked a man who was setting up porridge.

The man frowned, thinking of something bad, but kept silent.

"I don't know, it's not good stubble. ”

The two production teams in charge of distributing porridge in the morning were two production teams, and one of the team leaders also sensed the hostility shown by the thirty people.

He stepped forward, stopped Chen Laohan, stared at Chen Laohan with his eyes, and then scolded loudly: "Wandering around with dangerous things, what are you going to do?"

In his heart, he had always mistakenly believed that he was superior as a squad leader, but he didn't think about why they did it.

Chen Laohan looked at the young man who ran in front of him, and there was no concealment of anger and contempt, and the attitude of the production team with no one in his eyes had long disgusted him. He clenched the stick in his hand, struggling with his thoughts.

Chen Laohan's silence made the other party feel uneasy, and this time he was even more angry, and opened his mouth to say: "Why don't you speak? Is it to be anti-commune?"

No one answered him, the answer to him was an attack.

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When he found out, he felt the blood on his neck flowing, a stick running straight down his throat, and before he died, he looked at my group unkindly, and his chin was raised in disbelief.

Now all that is left is a stunned death.

"Kill!" Chen Laohan shouted, and what he got was the reaction of a group of people's actions.

"Oh my God!

Without waiting for the rest of the commune to react, Chen Laohan pulled the wooden stick out from under the man's throat, and blood splattered all over his clothes. And the person who heard the password behind hurriedly pounced with weapons to fill the vacancy.

"Murdered!"

With a slight attention, one can perceive the hatred and indifference in their eyes, the prolonged hunger and dissatisfaction with the repression of the Commune, reflected in such a group of refugees on the verge of collapse, who are like a pack of well-commanded mad dogs, baring their fangs, salivaing, and losing their minds.

"Murdered!"

"Dead!" said the unidentified woman, who was watching the scene, began to scream.

Under the cover of this scream and noise, thirty people began to disperse according to the plan set before, aiming at their targets in various ways, stabbing them with wooden sticks at random, and the production team that was stabbed screamed again and again.

The pointed wooden stick pierced into the skin, penetrated deep into the internal organs, and then pulled out, bringing out a cloud of red blood, one out and one in, back and forth, back and forth, making them feel painful and fearful.

In the face of screams, they did not stop, and kept rushing forward until the target fell, and they were willing to aim for the next target.

The scene was chaotic, and before they could realize the reason for the situation, these thirty people hurriedly killed all the few commune porridge people.

After hearing the screams, the scene fell silent, the women covered the children's glasses to prevent them from seeing the bloody scene, and the refugees who had originally come to receive the porridge were suddenly silent, and the fear that rose in their hearts made them dare not speak.

When the killing was over, no one stood up, so they kept watching, as if they had only a pair of eyes, and they were numb.

After Chen Laohan issued the killing order, he killed two people in a row, and a resistance without any disparity ended. He stepped forward and looked at the cart that the commune had dragged out of the canteen, in which there were three full buckets of white porridge, and he swallowed his saliva secretly.

Suppressing his instinctive hunger, Chen Laohan, who took the lead, slapped the wooden barrel hard, and with irrepressible joy, he said to the people behind him: "Porridge porridge! Let's share porridge together! We don't have to go hungry!" The long-term famine made him not see rice for a long time.

"Divide the porridge!"

Hearing the leader's words, the thirty or so people behind them also began to get excited, they didn't expect them to get food so easily.

Regardless of it, the sticks were thrown down, and a group of people swarmed up, no longer obeying the command, and rushed to drink porridge. The picture is weird, the refugees watched cautiously as the group of people divided the porridge, but they never took advantage of the chaos to take a step forward and get a piece of the pie. On the contrary, he is cautious and unwilling to be presumptuous.

Such a contrast made Xiao Lan, who thought that the matter was half successful, calm down and stopped.

Something is wrong.