Along the way, Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu encountered all kinds of wandering militants, and they all chose to carefully bypass. This is Myanmar, a Myanmar that has never been at peace, and no one knows which armed group these militants belong to. The armed forces in Myanmar are almost hundreds, if not hundreds, of all sizes, and almost all of them are concentrated in northern and eastern Myanmar. Corner area.

Most of these weapons are well-equipped, but they are extremely good at fighting in the mountains and jungles, and are born warriors in this terrain. If you can avoid it, you can avoid it, and you really can't avoid it, and then talk about things that can't be avoided.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Dada...... Dadada......"

“……”

Crisp gunfire rang out from not far away, and another armed group was fighting. And where the gunshots rang out, thick smoke billowed out, and a fire should have been set off. If I guessed correctly, it was an armed group attacking a hostile ethnic village.

More than a dozen civilians, men, women, and even old men and children, fled north along the path. One by one, they looked frightened and quickly wanted to flee from the hunt. Unfortunately, they were destined to not be able to escape, and five or six militants were already chasing them from behind with guns.

"Avoid" Long Xiaoqi made a sound.

The fleeing civilians ran straight to them along the path, and in order to reduce right and wrong, the two of them immediately chose to avoid it, entered the woods next to it, and hid themselves with the help of large trees and bushes.

"Bang"

"Poof"

Shots rang out, and a man was shot in the back and fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha......"

"Kill ......"

“……”

The pursuing militants laughed loudly and shot civilians of unknown ethnicity one after another as if they were hunting.

"Bang"

"Poof"

"Bang"

“……”

Several men who were running behind to protect women, children and the elderly were killed in an instant, and the militants stopped shooting and rushed to surround the rest of the people.

Surrounded, the remaining civilians immediately knelt on the ground, crying and begging the militants for mercy. Perhaps this is the last thing they can do, they can't escape, they can't resist, they can only beg for mercy, so that their humble lives can survive. Probably this is the meaning of living, instinctive begging for mercy, instinct driving to make the final struggle in order to be able to live.

There, one of the leading militants shouted loudly, pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger on the head of an elderly man without hesitation.

"Smack"

A splatter of blood burst out, and the old man lay on the ground and died.

"Ah......h

A woman, seeing the old man dead, rushed towards the militants like a madman. Her swarthy face was filled with grief, as if the old man who had died was the person closest to her, perhaps her old father.

"Hahahaha......"

"Smack"

The leader of the militants laughed and casually raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

"Poof"

The bullet entered the woman's chest and pierced through her back, bringing up a puddle of blood and taking her life.

"Puff"

The woman fell at the feet of the leader of the militants, her body convulsing in bursts of convulsions......

Seeing this scene, Han Hu's eyes erupted with anger, and he slowly picked up the gun. But as soon as he picked up the gun, he was grabbed by Long Xiaoqiyi and pressed it hard. This is not the time to attack, and it is definitely not the time to attack.

"This is a massacre, not what the warriors did" Han Hu whispered to Long Xiaoqi: "Kill them"

"It's not hard to kill them, but what about behind their backs?" Long Xiaoqi stared at Han Hu and said, "We are not here to extinguish the militants, we are on a mission." Kill? Kill these militants, and more of them will come soon. We're not angels saving humanity, we're just passers-by, you know? ”

Han Hu put down the gun hatefully, and he admitted that Long Xiaoqi was right. They are just passers-by, not angels saving mankind at all. If these militants are killed, it will be a very troublesome thing. They could only watch, watch a massacre unfold, and when the slaughter was over, they continued on their way. It's not apathy, it's just helplessness.

The leader of the militants shouted loudly and waved his pistol at the heads of each of the remaining five women. The armed men around laughed uncontrollably, and everyone cheered and coaxed. And in the midst of this applause, the armed leader was even more proud, and he spun in a circle, performed an awkward dance move, and pulled the trigger again.

"Smack"

An older woman was shot in the head and lay dead on the ground.

There were four women and two children left, the older boy, who was about a teenager, and the younger girl was hugged tightly, and the two children were probably siblings. At this moment, the two children had forgotten to cry and were just staring into frightened eyes.

At this moment, the armed leader waved his pistol and shouted, pointing to the woods where Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu were hiding.

Receiving the order, a group of militants ran towards the place carrying the kneeling women. They shouted, laughed, and came to enjoy their booty. The women knew what their fate would be, and they wept bitterly, but unfortunately they could not change their fate.

The armed leader stood in front of the two children and watched, smashed the butt of a rifle into the back of the boy's head, knocking him unconscious, and then pulled out a piece of candy and handed it to the little girl, who was only seven or eight years old.

The little girl who had lost her brother's protection was trembling and didn't know what to do.

"Hahaha......"

The armed leader laughed wildly and carried the little girl towards the woods. He stripped the little girl clean like a beast, and then swaggered off his pants.

This is the fate of the loser, the soldier will die, the man will die, and the women who remain, and even the girls, will become objects to be played with by the victors. The damage of war is never the military, and the wounds of war are always borne by the people at the bottom.

The little girl had no idea what fate she was going to face, she was like a pure little lamb, standing in front of the armed leader in a daze, watching each other reveal their ugly and disgusting bodies.

The armed leaders are laughing, laughing, laughing......

"Boom"

A strong wind rose violently, and Long Xiaoqi rushed from the bushes next to him to the armed leader, and stabbed the opponent from the bottom up with a mad dog tactical knife.

"Snort"

The sharp saber pierced the jaw of the armed leader, reaching the opponent's brain, and then the saber spun in a sharp circle and drew it.

"Wow"

Hot blood gushed out and burned heavily on Long Xiaoqi's right hand holding the knife, making his eyes even more brutal and vicious.

That's right, Lao Tzu is not an angel, but Lao Tzu can be a butcher