The jungle of blood and fire is filled with gunsmoke that has not dissipated for a long time.

In this unforgiving world, life has become unimportant.

Facing the former brothers, the bones that have become cold at the moment, grief and mourning, but there is nothing they can do to change anything.

Just because, we are all just humble and pitiful mortals.

No matter how high your ability is, you can't always resist a joke made by God.

In the blink of an eye, a qiē, it has turned into dust......

In the depths of the jungle, the big head silently stood in front of Wu Dalang's corpse in mourning. This iron-blooded man in a big circle was unwilling to lie down until he died, he leaned against a big tree with his back, staring at a pair of gong eyes and staring at the front. In his body, he still exudes a strong anger and unwillingness.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and the irritated nose was faintly sour.

Sighing softly, the big head stretched out his hand to close his eyelids for Wu Dalang, and said softly in a low voice: "Let's go, brother." ”

A brother said all the sour, thinking that the two fought side by side and advanced and retreated together, experienced ups and downs together, walked through the sea of swords and fires together, and never gave up on each other even at the most difficult moments. But at this moment, a brother has become a parting. The love and hatred of the past, right and wrong, have all become clouds of the past at this moment, dissipating with the wind.

A gust of mountain breeze blew through, gently blowing the Liuhai at the corner of the big head's forehead, revealing the faint tears in the corners of the eyes that were covered by the ends of the hair.

Taking a deep breath, as if even the tears and pain were swallowed into his stomach together, the big head's gaze moved from Wu Dalang to Shaoyuan who was lying on the ground on the side.

Both of them died extremely tragically, Wu Dalang was shot dozens of times, and no part of it was intact from head to toe. Although Shao Yuan was only shot once, this shot that pierced his head burst one of his eyeballs, and the other eyeball was also a blood vessel burst and soaked red with blood. There were blood and tears in the corners of his eyes, and he looked up at the sky with his eyes open, as if he was crying to the sky, why couldn't he be given another second of chance?

The difference of one second made him only end up with hatred, and he could no longer avenge Wu Dalang until he died. All the grief and unwillingness were clearly expressed on his face, and he did not blink an eye.

sighed in his heart again, the big head silently withdrew his gaze, and after glancing deeply at Wu Dalang, he resolutely turned around and left without looking back.

The soldiers of the big circle do not shed tears, and the soldiers of the big circle do not need to be sad, dying on the battlefield is the fate of each of them, and it is a doomed ending from the beginning. If you come out to mix, you will have to pay it back, and after your hands are covered with blood, you will have to pay the price. Over the years, Datou has already seen too many reincarnations of life and death, fate. The tears that should have been shed have been drained back then, and all that remains is the pain and sorrow buried deep in the bottom of my heart.

The big head walked silently in front with his head down, and at the same time as he took a step, 11 also followed him unhurriedly at the same time, neither of them spoke, only walked silently all the way. Not far from the direction they were going, the bodies of the buffalo and Ah Tian lay quietly there.

The battle was over, and the 11 side won without any suspense, not even a single person was injured. It's an incredible result, but it's true. Because of the proper layout of the six paths, coupled with the appearance of the strong reinforcement of Cold Night and the queen's army, who didn't even know that she had a big circle, as well as Dowei's unexpected magical ability, and Xiaobai, who looked innocent and cute, so that no one would be wary of it, attacked it again, and then attacked from the side, this kind of result caused a total of eighteen soldiers in the big circle to hate this place. Until now, only Xu Wuqiang and three people are still trapped in the car, just waiting for 11 of them to go over to harvest.

As for the three soldiers who went to chase and kill Leng Ye, they are also dead at the moment, one of them named Ah Hui was killed by Leng Ye with a sniper rifle, and the other two were killed by Xiao Bai's easy sneak attack when they arrived. When Xiaobai came running, although Lao Ye and his younger brother, who were fighting against Leng Ye, had noticed it, they didn't take an ordinary small dog to heart, and Ah Hui was already dead at that time, and they were also angry and struggling to avenge Ah Hui, where would they be in the mood to take care of a stray dog that might just be passing by. But it turns out that no one who underestimates Xiaobai will end well, and Lao Ye and his younger brother also paid the price for their contempt for Xiaobai. They let the little guy run all the way to their feet unimpeded, but the little guy suddenly became difficult, and with one claw, he cut the throats of Lao Ye and his little brother at the same time. These two people couldn't believe that they would die at the hands of a dog?

Of course, it's not just them who can't believe it, even Leng Ye, who has never seen Xiao Bai Fawei, was stunned on the spot for a long time and didn't come back to his senses, although he already knew that there was a perverted dog next to 11, but was this perverted too much? You know, he tried his best, Ping Pong fought for most of the day to finally kill one, but as soon as this little guy came, he immediately easily buried the other two lives. Is it really a dog? It's really hard to accept this fact in the cold night, otherwise it would be tantamount to admitting that he's not even a dog? Or rather, it's not even a beast.

By the time the queen arrived, the battle here was already over, and when she saw the strange expression and strange gaze when Leng Ye looked at Xiaobai, the queen just shrugged her shoulders and didn't explain anything to him.

The frenzy quickly informed 11 of the situation on this side, and 11 again told him that the battle was over. The big head didn't say anything, didn't even believe it or not, he just slapped his ass silently and stood up, and then left the forest with 11. The two of them returned to the place where they had fought before, and the big head stood silently for a while, and then walked with 11 to the place where Wu Dalang died, until this moment, he stood in front of the corpses of the buffalo and Ah Tian again, calmly staring at the two former brothers who were beyond their sights.

His gaze finally withdrew from the corpses of the buffalo and Ah Tian, and the big head calmly looked at the woods in front of him, unable to tell whether it was pain or sorrow. He sighed softly and asked in a low voice, "Who else is still alive?"

11 raised his head and glanced at him, and said lightly: "Xu Wuqiang, and the other two." ”

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched lightly unconsciously, although he didn't care, but in fact his heart still hurt a lot. Twenty-one brothers who were like brothers and sisters died one after another in this short period of time, until now only three remained. Eighteen brothers, eighteen lives, passed away quietly in front of his eyes. At this moment, the big head even began to hate himself, why would he be stupid to have such a big self-confidence and spend 11 in it......? If he had been able to capture 11 immediately and come back in time, the result might have been completely different.

But reality is not a movie after all, movies can be rewound, they can be replayed backwards, but reality can only have one chance, just like life is only once. If you miss it, you miss it, and even if you regret it, you can't go back.

If you miss it once, you'll never do it again.

Raising his head to face the sky, the not-so-blazing sunlight suddenly became very dazzling, and I couldn't tell what it felt like in my heart, as if I had drowned in the water, and my chest was uncomfortable. After more than 20 years of life and struggle in the big circle, he has long been deeply integrated into that circle. To this day, he is a standard big circle person, both externally and in his bones. Everyone in the circle is his siblings, and everyone has the same blood on their bodies. But today, he, the eldest brother who is respected by his brothers, personally buried eighteen siblings who accompanied him in life and death, and whether the taste is bitter or astringent, I'm afraid only he knows it.

Although the culprit responsible for this qiē was now standing behind him, and he was very weak, the big head had no desire for revenge.

Because this is war, this is the law of the jungle, and it is the cruel reality that only the strong can survive, and the weak must be eliminated. War is a game of who is ruthless and who can survive. Now that you have participated in this game, then life and death are only the destiny of each one, no one can complain about anyone, and if you die, you can only blame yourself for not being as good as others.

The reality is so cruel but real.

Slowly exhaling a heavy breath, the big head lowered his throat and said, "If you can, let them go." After that, he didn't wait for 11's answer, and continued to walk forward silently with his head down.

At this moment, the back of the big head looks so gloomy and lonely, as if it has suddenly become a lot older. His straight waist was slightly bent, as if he was carrying a burden on his shoulders, and he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Big circle, what kind of place is it?" Behind him, 11 suddenly asked the question in surprise.

The big head's footsteps paused, still turning his back to him and did not look back, with a sense of loneliness in his deep voice, and said softly: "Where there is blood, flesh, and brothers." With that, he continued to walk on without looking back.

There is blood, there is flesh, there are brothers. This is the big circle, the real big circle.

11 This time he did not go with him again, but stood there and watched the big head go away in silence, until the figure disappeared into the depths of the jungle, and after glancing at the two corpses on the ground, he turned away.

The big head returned to Wu Dalang alone, standing in front of Wu Dalang and looking at this brother who was covered with bullet holes and had no skin. After a long time, he pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist and lightly hit the insurance. The moment he held the gun, he even had an urge to push the muzzle of the gun directly to his head, but this urge was suppressed by himself. Because he is not only a person in the big circle, but also a person of the dragon soul, and the dragon soul still needs him, so he can't die here lightly.

Holding the muzzle of the gun on his chest, he looked at Wu Dalang's corpse with a look of apology in his eyes, and suddenly deducted the board blow.

"Bang!" suddenly the sound of gunfire echoed through the woods.

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I originally wanted to write it to Zhang Zhen and Yang Siyu in one breath and send it out together, but it seems that the inspiration is running out, and no matter how you write, it doesn't taste like that, and you can't write it if you delete it. So I had to write the wrong article again, and cut it off here first, and the ending and emotional part about Zhang Zhen and Yang Siyu can only be left until tomorrow.