No one knows how Filfsky deified himself, or how he made these people worship him as if they were confronted with faith.

It is not simply a matter of giving them the resources to live, which has formed a mental control.

From top to bottom, from the old man to the child, from the man to the woman, they are willing to die for him.

Armed with a thousand? Not only is it armed with thousands of people, but all the people are soldiers!

Xiao Zhan endured the horror in his heart, rushed forward in the rain of bullets, came to the little boy's corpse, and picked up the AK rifle.

He glanced at the child's body—at least seven or eight shots.

The right arm was directly blasted off by a bullet, his chest was full of bullet holes, and there were several bloody holes in his back, which were connected together and extremely miserable.

When anyone sees this scene, they will always feel unbearable in their hearts, because this is just a child, even if he is a child soldier, he is still a child.

People in the world always love their children, and even in war, there are rules prohibiting the slaughter of women and children.

It's too cruel, it's too dehumanizing.

But Xiao Zhan found that he didn't feel anything in his heart, and his eyes were full of indifference when he looked at this child.

"Da Da Da ......"

The gunshots continued to ring, and in the left window closest to him, a woman with a hooded head shot at him with a gun.

Xiao Zhan grabbed the child's body and threw it at the left window.

"Whew!"

"Puff puff ......"

"Bang!"

The bodies that flew out hit the windows, already broken, and now they were even more shattered.

At the same time, Xiao Zhan rushed to this window, slammed the rifle in his hand outward, and poked it in the woman's neck.

"Bang!"

A shot was fired, and the bullet exploded through the woman's neck, and blood splattered wildly.

"Mom! ——”

A terrible scream came out of the girl, and she ran over to hold the woman's body lying backwards.

At this time, Xiao Zhan had already broken out of the window, and what he saw was a seven or eight-year-old girl, her eyes full of pain.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'll kill you! ”

The girl cried and ran towards Xiao Zhan with her weak body, one hand showing the appearance of teeth and claws, and the other hand in her clothes, pulling hard.

"Whew! ——”

The sound of the fuse burning.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Zhan's face was horrified, and he rushed straight up and kicked the girl out of more than ten meters.

"Bang!"

The girl's body fluttered away like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting from her mouth and nose and falling heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the girl became the center of the explosion, and her thin and small body suddenly turned into minced meat in the explosion.

Human bomb, this girl turned herself into a human bomber, or her mother turned her into a human bomber.

What the hell is this place? What the hell is wrong with these people?

Terrorist armament?

That's right, it's the terrorist forces, and Filfsky has tamed these refugees into the most loyal armed force to himself, and even children are willing to defend his honor with their lives.

Xiao Zhan had a feeling of collapse, he felt that he was caught in the vast sea of the people's war.

Guards, there are only so many, and the real madness is the civilians of these towns.

They will not hesitate to rush up with guns, they will tie slow bombs to their bodies, and those who regard death as if they were at home will die with Xiao Zhan.

One after the other, one after the other, roaring, moving forward, without fear of life and death.

Fleeing all the way, Xiao Zhan didn't know how many civilians he had killed...... No, these are not civilians, these are terrorist forces indoctrinated with extremist ideas.

Old man? Pregnant woman? Child?

All enemies!

This is cruel and cruel, even if Xiao Zhan's killing speed has not decreased, his heart has become very bad.

Whoever wants to kill him is naturally the enemy, no matter what kind of person the enemy is.

He can have mercy, but as long as he begins to have mercy, it must be when he is killed.

Is it important for others to live or for me to live?

There is no doubt that it is the most important thing that I am alive, and no one can choose to be killed by the enemy in order to stop the war.

There's only one rule on the battlefield – kill every living person you see.

Xiao Zhan is running for his life, and Xiao Zhan is killing in order to survive.

He would never allow any living person to appear in front of him, because any living person was a mortal threat to him.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Xiao Zhan, covered in injuries, stopped in a corner and let out a violent wheezing sound.

He was temporarily free from the endless pursuit, and he could breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

His left arm was stained red with blood, a wound from a suicide bomber, a civilian who jumped from the roof of a house and instantly detonated the explosives on his body.

Fortunately, he found it early, otherwise he would have been blown to pieces.

"Uh......"

Xiao Zhan laboriously pulled out a fragment embedded in the hattorios, watched the flesh roll up, and watched the blood gushing outward from the wound.

This was left behind by a rocket attack.

No one wants to pull out the fragments at such a time, because that means they will die faster.

But Xiao Zhan pulled it out and stimulated himself fiercely with the fear of accelerating death - in order to survive.

"A bunch of maniacs! Uh-"

Xiao Zhan strangled the wound on his abdomen with the fabric of his clothes, and he was in a cold sweat from the pain.

Slowly standing up, he staggered to his feet with his rifle on the ground, and when he looked back, countless guards and civilians were pouring towards him.

In front of it is an independent house, which seems to be a little different from other houses, because it is an independent place, and it is a three-story small house.

He gritted his teeth fiercely and ran towards the house with the pain in his body.

This was the only barrier he could find now, he had to occupy the house, and then resist while becoming a turtle in an urn, waiting for the other party to completely conquer it, and then die inside.

There is nothing unwilling and unyielding, Xiao Zhan saw it very clearly, and thought it very thoroughly, in this case, the private house in front of him was his only choice, after all, it could be defended.

Tactically, in war, this is called a defensive position.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the door and cautiously walked in with his gun in hand, his eyes shining like a pinpoint-like cluster, searching for civilians who might appear out of nowhere.

At this moment, in his heart, civilians are more terrifying than those guards.

But no one in this bungalow came out to attack Xiao Zhan, and it seemed that there was no one inside.

Xiao Zhan slowly approached the door of the main house, leaned against the wall with his gun, looked into the distance, and was surprised to find that those who were pursuing him were no longer approaching.

Not only did they no longer approach, but one by one they knelt on the ground with great reverence, facing here.

A strong sense of paradox rose from Xiao Zhan's heart, making his scalp tingle......