"Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him!"

"Let me kill this executioner! My brother's family died at his hands!"

"Fake, get out of the way, I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives!"

The soldiers roared and screamed, Goodswin did many evils, and the surrounding tribes did not know how many people were ruined by him.

Li Du stopped the angry Remonin and the soldiers, and he shouted: "Calm down, calm down, calm down, Goode must die, but that's not how he was treated!"

He grabbed Remonin's collar and said, "Let the soldiers on the Eastern Front stop, I'll solve this matter, and it can be done without bloodshed!"

Remonin raised his hand and said, "Okay! Shut up! Warriors, listen to my brother Li!"

Li Du carried Goode into a car, and at this time, Remonin reacted and said, "You want to hand Goode over to those miners to deal with?"

"Yes. ”

Lei Monen suddenly shook his head: "No, not now, I was just saying, I can't kill Goode, I have to interrogate him!"

Li Du said: "Do you think you can interrogate anything? Believe me, I know what you want, those things are in the headquarters and barracks, and you can get them without interrogation." ”

Remonin still shook his head: "No, Lee, I have to interrogate him myself." ”

Li Du would not give him a chance to interrogate Goode, he said: "First, General, we have no time to waste, we must quickly solve the problem of the miners' riot!"

"Second, General, Goode is very cunning, he won't really tell you useful information, he will only provoke us! If you want to take him away, then I will return to South Africa immediately, because I don't want to turn against you!"

Remonin hesitated, and another soldier ran up and shouted: "General, the Eastern Front is under fierce fire, request helicopters and armed convoys for support!"

In this way, Remonin stomped his feet fiercely and shouted: "Ceasefire on the Eastern Front, I'll solve it!"

The convoy drove mightily past, and the soldiers and the brave miners confronted each other with guns, and in the jumping firelight, you could see the muzzles of the guns hidden in the shadows.

Li Du picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Miners, miners, my miner brothers! I am General Remonin of the armed team of the Golden Silk Grass Tribe, and now, I have come to rescue you, we are brothers, we are compatriots, not enemies......

He talked a lot, but the people inside were unmoved, still hiding in the dark and holding guns.

"Most of them can't understand English, so let's switch to Portuguese, or Shona or Ndebele." ”

Cecil has three official languages, English, Shona, and Ndebele, of which the lower black people do not know much English, and the latter two languages are more common.

Li Du was helpless, handed him the horn and said, "You find someone to tell them that we have brought Gude and can be handed over to them to deal with, but they have to stop rioting!"

Remonen nodded, and he beckoned, and a thin black man walked up and chattered.

As his voice rang out, the miners inside reacted.

Some of the black miners stood up and screamed in the same way.

The black soldier turned back and said, "They want to see Goode and deal with Goode with their own hands." ”

Remonin nodded expressionlessly, he also thought!

Two black brother soldiers pushed Goode forward and kicked him in the back, kicking him out of the way.

Several miners swarmed up and picked Goode up, and when they looked at it by the light of the fire, one laughed: "Goodswin, old executioner!"

The other miners rushed out, and they surrounded Gude, scrambling to get into the crowd to identify Gude.

Several people were squeezing and crying, and one raised his gun, but was immediately stopped by the miner next to him, shouting: "Put down the gun!

Surrounded by the miners, Goode struggled to keep his composure, his eyes wide as he stared at the miners, and he tried to use his might to suppress them.

But the miners were so emotional at this time that they were not afraid of him at all.

An elderly miner stood up and shouted, "Go find the blowtorch!

Soon, blowtorches and pots were taken out of the storeroom.

Seeing this set of equipment, Goode's face finally changed, and he tried to shake his head to shake off the tape from his mouth, and the expression of fear became more and more obvious.

"No diamonds!" said one of the miners.

"It's not a diamond, it's a glass-like crystal. The old miner snapped, "Go, bring some broken glass, bring some broken glass!"

Pieces of broken glass were put into the pot, and the old miner lit a blowtorch to heat the pot.

The surrounding miners had fanatical excited expressions on their faces, and their mouths let out howling cheers, like crazy people!

"What are they going to do?" Remonin wondered, "I think they look like they're crazy!"

Li Du sighed: "Retribution, they are going to take revenge on Goode." ”

Glass is not a single crystal, it has no melting point, but it has a softening point, which will soften about six or seven hundred degrees.

As the temperature of the pot rises rapidly, the broken glass inside begins to soften into a sticky substance.

The old miner tore off the tape from Goode's mouth, and Goode opened his mouth to exhale heavily, and then quickly yelled at Remonin: "Take me away......!"

A miner raised his gun and smashed the handle of a gun into his mouth.

Goode screamed, blood running from his mouth, and he choked on the blood and coughed, spitting out blood and spitting out his missing teeth.

He looked at Remonin in despair, and opened his mouth to say something.

Remonin wanted to stop the miners, and he coveted Goode's treasure.

Li Du stopped him and said sharply: "Are you crazy? You want to start a fight? These miners are crazy, and if you want to kill them, you have to lose at least the same number of troops! Are you sure you do this?"

Remonen reluctantly took off his steel helmet and threw it on the ground, his face full of chagrin.

Goode couldn't speak, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a miner smashed him in the mouth with the handle of a gun, presumably smashing his mouth.

The glass mostly softened, someone picked his mouth with the muzzle of a gun, and the old miner raised the small pot and shouted: "Who will come first?!"

"Me!" exclaimed an earless teenager excitedly.

"I! let me come!"

"Give me this chance! My two younger brothers were killed by him!"

The pot ended up in the hands of a young black man, who, with an excited and expectant smile on his face, dropped the molten glass from the pot into Good's mouth.

The steaming cyan glass liquid fell, and Goode's body trembled violently, and at the same time let out a miserable scream: "Whew!"

The miners held him and his head so hard that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Not far away, Remonin and his soldiers saw this scene, and they couldn't help but retreat, and he said with palpitations: "These people are terrible!"

Li Du said: "One day in the future, if you become as tyrannical and murderous as Goode, then the people will do the same to you." ”

Remonin said with a solemn face: "I definitely won't!"