In the early morning of the second day, in the temporary residence of the Saber Regiment, everyone was in good spirits and ready to go, Zhang Ran came to the combat vehicle, jumped up, and shouted to the team members behind him: "Brothers, go!" ”

"Yes!"

The combat vehicle started its engine and drove slowly towards the Ruba tribe, and the closer they got to their destination, the higher their emotions became, and they were able to leave here with Hadron immediately, and their cold-blooded hearts were even more happy.

The chariot flew through the jungle, and soon came to the gate of the tribe, and everyone jumped out of the chariot and walked towards the tribe.

At this time, Zhang Ran stopped, and the people behind him walked in front of Zhang Ran, and Xiao Bing asked, "What's wrong, boss." As soon as he finished asking this sentence, Xiao Bing was so frightened that he almost collapsed, at this time Zhang Ran's face was full of murderous energy, his eyes were bloodshot around his pupils, the muscles on his cheeks were trembling, and he could hear the sound of teeth straining from Zhang Ran's mouth.

As Zhang Ran stared in the direction, a figure appeared in the open space in the center of the tribe, the figure was tied with his hands, hanging from the branches above, his whole body was bruised, and the blood at the feet of the figure was enough to prove that the person was dead, when the soldier saw the figure clearly, his whole body tensed, and he moved his steps with difficulty to walk under the figure, approaching the corpse step by step, each of them seemed so painful, the closer he got to the corpse, the lower the soldier's head became, knowing that after seeing the figure completely, the soldier fainted directly and lay on the ground.

At this time, the cold-blooded man who was still packing up the equipment on the combat vehicle came to Zhang Ran happily with two Barrett: "Boss." ”

Feeling Zhang Ran's atmosphere, cold-blooded also looked into the tribe, the little soldier fell to the ground, and the cold-blooded immediately shouted: "Little soldier! ”

Cold-blooded, he turned around and grabbed Zhang Ran's shoulders and shouted, "What's the matter? ”

Zhang Ran ignored the cold blood, staring at the figure hanging on the clearing, and the cold blood slowly turned his head, only then did he notice the corpse in the clearing.

Walked to the corpse in cold blood, and kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, impossible"

When he came to the corpse, he stared at the face of the corpse that was already covered with blood in cold blood, did not speak, lowered his head, walked to the side, walked to the side after walking to a tree trunk, untied the rope on the tree, slowly put the corpse down, and walked back to the corpse in cold blood, looking down at the corpse lying quietly in front of him.

The rainstorm seemed to read Zhang Ran's heart, pouring down, Zhang Ran moved his steps, and took a step in the direction of the little soldier, cold blood and corpse, at this time, the black knife and Lin Feng behind him had already rushed up, and Lu Ba also ran to the room in the tribe.

Zhang Ran took one step at a time, and at this time, the people of the saber regiment sitting around the corpse were completely lifeless, as if a group of 'Grim Reapers' were all murderous.

Zhang Ran came to the corpse, holding the corpse in cold blood, his eyes were dull, no different from the dead, Lin Feng and the black knife had already cried, and the fainting soldier did not wake up in the heavy rain.

Zhang Ran looked at the corpse and slowly spit out two words in his mouth: "Qiangzi!" ”

At this time, the strong son had no breathing for a long time, only a pair of underwear was left on his body, he was covered with scars, his hands and feet had been broken and twisted, the teeth in his mouth had been pulled out, and there was no fatal scar on his body, obviously he was tortured to death.

Zhang Ran looked at everything in front of him, slowly squatted down, took off his shirt and put it on Qiangzi, picked up Qiangzi in his cold-blooded arms, and walked towards the tribal room.

The pouring rain slapped on Zhang Ran's face, Zhang Ran was naked, holding the body of Qiangzi, walking expressionlessly, still sitting in place in cold blood, letting the baptism of the heavy rain.

Lin Feng picked up the little soldier on the ground and followed Zhang Ran, the black knife squatted beside the cold-blooded, crying and said, "Follow the boss." ”

Cold-blooded burst into tears, a terrifying cry that seemed to be on the verge of madness, and then stood up and rushed out of the tribe.

The black knife immediately grabbed the corner of the cold-blooded clothes and shouted, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Lao Tzu is going to kill them, kill them."

"Killed whom?"

"Whoever kills Qiangzi, I will kill whomever I want, and I will kill everyone."

The black knife gritted his teeth, walked in front of the cold blood, and slapped the cold blood.

"Smack!" The black knife yelled, "You TM calm down! ”

Cold-blooded looked at the black knife in front of him, lowered his head, his whole body trembled, and then raised his head to the sky and roared: "Ah!! ”

Using all his strength, the cold-blooded after the roar instantly weakened his whole body, and the black knife immediately supported the paralyzed cold-blooded and walked towards the tribal room.

At this time, Zhang Ran slowly put the strong son in the room, took out a towel and carefully wiped the body of the strong son, as if he was afraid of hurting the strong son, and carefully cleaned the wounds on the strong son's body.

Zhang Ran sat quietly next to Qiangzi's corpse, and Xiaobing had already woken up from his fainting and cried loudly.

Cold-blooded was also helped in by the black knife, and cold-blooded collapsed at the door of the room, leaning against the door and looking at the strong son as if his whole body was paralyzed, his eyes were completely lifeless.

Lin Feng and the black knife stood behind Zhang Ran, raising their heads, gritting their teeth, and letting tears come out of their eyes.

Zhang Ran looked at the body of the strong son and said slowly: "What are you crying about!" ”

Everyone held back their tears, waiting for Zhang Ran to continue, cold-blooded still leaning against the door like a dead man, staring at Qiangzi's corpse.

Zhang Ran continued to clean up the body of the strong son, and gently turned over the body of the strong son, Zhang Ran suddenly gritted his teeth, and said in his mouth: "'Dramatist'!" ”

Lin Feng and the black knife looked under Zhang Ran, and the words on the back of the strong son were engraved with the knife: A gift for you - 'Dramatist'

Zhang Ran's words made the cold blood jump up immediately, and ran to Qiangzi's side like crazy, looking at the words on Qiangzi's back with a knife, his hands were clenched, and his nails had already pierced through the skin of his palms and pierced deeply into his muscles.

At this time, there was a gunshot outside, Lin Feng and the black knife immediately ran out, and with the gunshot, they came to a room, and after pushing open the door, the two were stunned, there were mountains of corpses inside, all of them were members of the Ruba tribe, the corpses were full of bullet holes, and the whole room had been stained red with blood.

At the door, Ruba had already fallen to the ground, holding the desert eagle given to him by Zhang Ran in his hand, his head had been pierced by a bullet, Lin Feng and the black knife knew that Ruba himself had ended his life, and the tribe had been completely wiped out, and the blow to him was too great.

Lin Feng and Black Dao held back their tears, slowly lifted Luba's body, and walked towards Zhang Ran's room.

Zhang Ran watched Lin Feng and the black knife slowly walk in carrying Luba, the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes were no longer tears, and the red blood had replaced the tears that slipped down Zhang Ran's face: "Luba? ”

Lin Feng said, "Boss, go and take a look." ”

After speaking, Zhang Ran slowly stood up and followed the black knife to the room.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Ran lowered his head silently, did not say a word, and turned back to Qiangzi.

picked up the body of Qiangzi on the ground, and said slowly: "Qiangzi, I will send you home now, back to our camp!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Ran walked out of the room with Qiangzi's body in his arms, and said to the people behind him: "If you want to take revenge, cheer up Lao Tzu, whether this state is to send death or revenge, don't let Qiangzi go uneasy." ”

The cold-blooded slowly stood up with the support of the black knife, and the little soldier also walked out with difficulty.

When he came to the clearing, Zhang Ran said to Lin Feng, who was holding Luba's corpse: "Let Luba rest in peace first." ”

Lin Feng nodded, took Luba's body to the largest tree in the tribe, and began to dig on the ground with his bare hands, and the black knife also came to Lin Feng's side, digging on the ground together.

Zhang Ran kept holding the strong son, did not let go, and slowly walked to Luba's side in cold blood and looked at the dead Luba: "Why? Why? ”

Lin Feng stood up, walked towards the room in cold blood, pushed open the door Lin Feng said, "That's the reason!" ”

The little soldier also walked in, looking at the scene in front of him, the cold-blooded was completely unbearable, first the death of the hadron, and now he taught himself the bow and arrow skills Ruba, the cold-blooded had collapsed, and roared madly: "Ah! Kill him, kill him, I'm going to kill him! ”

Lin Feng hugged the cold blood that he had been trying to rush out of, and shouted: "Calm down, you TM calm down!" ”

Xiao Bing held the doorpost with one hand, grabbed the cold blood with the other, and said weakly: "Cold blood, calm down." ”

Lin Feng helped the two of them back to the tree, and continued to dig with the black knife.

Zhang Ran still hugged Qiangzi and looked at Luba on the ground motionlessly, expressionless.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the black knife and Lin Feng's hands were already bloody and blurred, and the two of them continued to dig on the ground with their hands drenched in tears and heavy rain.

With the completion of a big pit, Lin Feng walked to Zhang Ran's side: "Boss? ”

Zhang Ran nodded, Lin Feng and the Black Knife lifted Luba's body, placed it in the pit, and once again buried the soil that had been dug up before with their bare hands.

Zhang Ran carried the strong son on his shoulder, walked to the side of the combat vehicle, took the oil drum to extract gasoline from the fuel tank, and then carried the oil drum equipped with gasoline to the room of the tribe's corpse, and began to disperse little by little.

Zhang Ran, who walked out of the room, took out the lighter in his jacket pocket, lit it and threw it into the room full of gasoline, and suddenly the fire was everywhere, Zhang Ran looked at the burning room, and said slowly: "We hurt you!" Your enmity is counted on me Zhang Ran! ”

Turning around and coming to the place where Ruba's body was buried, the black knife had already erected a wooden board at the head of the grave, and with the blood on his fingers, it was written on the board: Tomb of Ruba, a member of the saber regiment.

Zhang Ran hugged Qiangzi and said to Black Knife and Lin Feng: "Let's go, do what we have to do." ”

Lin Feng asked, "Boss, what do you want to do?" ”

Zhang Ran said slowly with a facial expression: "The Blackwater mercenaries outside are still there, and the people who let the 'Dramatist' in are still there." ”

This sentence made the cold-blooded and small soldiers who collapsed next to the trunk of the tree immediately stand up, the murderous aura in their eyes had already spread to the limit, and the muscles of their whole body trembled.

The black knife immediately ran to the combat vehicle and started the engine.

Zhang Ran held Qiangzi's corpse, slowly walked to the black knife and said, "Qiangzi walked in, I want to take him out." ”

After speaking, Zhang Ran began to walk in the direction when he came and went, the black knife jumped off the combat vehicle and the rest of the members followed the direction of Zhang Ran's coming, the heavy rain was like Zhang Ran's mood at the moment, ruthlessly drenched with the saber regiment, the ruthlessness of God seemed to reveal Zhang Ran's murderous spirit, as if even God wanted to use tears to send off the strong son.

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