"Bang!"

Outside the fishing village, there was a sudden crisp gunshot, and the warrior song who had just been lying on the "bed" jumped up like a spring on his body. Zhan Xia Ge's right hand was raised, and a saber spun and nailed to the wall that opened a window hole, and the hemp rope that had already been tied next to the window hole was cut off by the saber thrown out by Zhan Xia Ge, and a military helmet hanging on the hemp rope swung behind the window hole.

Almost as soon as the helmet swung behind the window, enough to attract the attention of the enemy, the whole person of Zhan Xia Ge hugged into a round ball, and after gaining enough acceleration, he used the most savage movement to slam through the wall of the thatched hut on the other side without fixed planks, and rolled out with the flying thatch.

Ponaka listened to the sporadic gunfire from outside the village, and although she was not a warrior, she had survived nearly a year of fighting, and she knew that they had not been attacked by the enemy. Looking at the steel helmet that was still fluttering back and forth in the window, and the wall that was bumped open by the warrior singer and was whirring through the breeze, Bonaka couldn't help but shake her head helplessly. Ponaka got up and grabbed a piece of hemp rope and a handful of thatch, and she made a secret calculation in her mind as she skillfully filled the hole in the wall that Warrior Song had knocked out...... How many times has this been?!

Since it was not an enemy attack, of course, the speed of the solution was fast enough, and the warrior song rushed out of the thatched hut, and before he could judge what was going on, those sentinels composed of well-trained and experienced mercenaries in actual combat had already ended the "battle".

In a burst of scolding, two mercenaries, who were more than 200 centimeters tall and tall and tall horses, twisted the arms of a man who was at most 170 centimeters tall and walked back.

In the case of this kind of power that is absolutely wrong, the man whose hands were twisted backwards dared to scold loudly in Chinese while struggling hard: "You bastards, you damned executioners, let me go...... Fuck you! ”

What a classic "national scolding"!

Even Zhan Xia Ge himself didn't want to think about how long it had been since he had heard such a familiar and intimate Chinese language. However, for some reason, the captive's voice turned out to be somewhat familiar.

When the two sentries twisted the captive in front of the warrior song and forcibly broke his face, even the warrior song, who was calm and calm on the battlefield and had already learned to ignore life and death, was surprised for a moment.

It's a distorted, familiar face.

If this face can be a little fatter, and the beastly aura that is too strong on this face can be removed, and replaced with worldly mediocrity, perhaps, he can be more in line with a certain memory link in the heart of the warrior song.

The man who suddenly appeared near the fishing village in the early hours of the morning and was captured by the sentry, he had apparently been wandering alone in the primeval jungle for a long time. His skin was dry and dark, and it was almost impossible to find the yellow skin of an Asian. Almost all of his clothes had been torn by the branches, and only a few strips of cloth fluttering in the wind were left, barely clinging to his body under a rope. He didn't know where to get a piece of beast cloth, and tied it directly to his lower body, barely protecting the civilization of the maximum human race.

Zhan Xia Ge looked at the man in front of him who God knows how long he had survived in the primeval jungle and was still alive tenaciously, and his eyes slowly had a little more surprise and appreciation.

In this life, Zhan Xia Ge will only appreciate the real strong! And the real strong, their strongest may not be the strength of their limbs, but their will.

This man is undoubtedly a strong man with a strong will, and his exposed skin is full of terrifying and terrible scars. These scars, there are scratches, scrapes, scratches, but the most are the claw marks left on his body by the sharp claws of some fierce beasts when he fought with his bare hands.

This man's hands with long nails, although lean but absolutely powerful, make anyone who sees it involuntarily think of the claws of the beast. And the four long blood marks on the face of one of the sentries are probably the masterpieces left by such a pair of hands. The blood on the left arm of the other sentry continued to flow out, and a small muscle was bitten off by the human being. Looking at the corners of this man's mouth that were still bloodstained, the only thing that Zhan Xia Ge said about him was...... Wolf!

The most wolf-like thing is this man's eyes!

His eyes were almost green, and when the sentry forcibly broke his face and made him look at him at close range, the man's wolf-like eyes suddenly widened. He began to struggle desperately with more force, his arms and the sentry's hands kept twisting, and he kept making a tooth-aching bone explosion, he glared at the warrior song viciously, and he suddenly let out a beastly howl: "Warrior Song! ”

This man knows the Song of War Heroes!

The two sentries were nervous, their hands involuntarily harder, and the man let out a miserable snort, sweat the size of a bean grain seeping and rolling down his forehead, but in this case, he still stubbornly raised his head, with his wolf-like eyes, with the most poignant, the most resentful eyes, staring at the warrior song.

Hearing this unhuman angry howl, facing his eyes full of bitter hatred, Zhan Xia Ge blurted out: "I know who you are, you are the guy I spared in the grocery store!" ”

This wolf-like man, with the breath of a beast in his body, and the man who survived in the natural world and returned to his animal surname is the coward who chose to retreat after watching his daughter and wife die tragically eleven months ago...... Jinggong.

The warrior must sigh that nature is indeed the best litmus test, and on his most just and selfless scales, only the strong are qualified to survive.

"Hahaha...... Jing Gong suddenly let out a piercing shrill laugh, "That's right, I'm the guy who was spared a small life by you, didn't you expect that we would have a chance to meet again today, right?" You are really worthy of being a combat hero among the [***] people, and you really deserve to be our people's soldiers! But tell me, why can't you spare my daughter's life, why can't you spare my wife's life? Why do you want to leave behind me who has become a coward, why do you want to leave me with no relatives and no hope?!!! ”

Listening to Jing Gong's crying and roaring like a devil crying, and feeling the heart-wrenching hatred that he had no reservations about the battle song, even if he didn't understand what he said, the two mercenaries who had been through a hundred battles and didn't know how much blood and life were stained on their hands still couldn't help but tremble fiercely in their hearts.

Zhan Xia Ge was silent for a long time before he asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go back?" Your family is gone, but when you go back, at least you will have friends who can comfort you and care for your loved ones. ”

"I have nothing! I don't have anything left now! My wife is dead, my daughter is dead, no one is crying out for me, and in the eyes of those people, I have already become a complete coward and traitor, and even if I go back, all I get is spurning and disdainful eyes. In the eyes of everyone, everything I faced was self-inflicted and deserved. But please tell me, on what basis did you judge my daughter and wife, and on what basis did you take their lives? ”

Jing Gong glared at Zhan Xia Ge and hissed, "Zhan Xia Ge, are you a judge?" Are you the law? Are you the gods of the Nine Heavens who can arbitrarily judge the life and death of us mortals? You can be above the law, play with the lives of our little citizens at will, and don't have to bear any consequences, there are a large group of people shouting and cheering for you behind your back, aren't you very cool, are you very proud?! ”

Zhan Xia Ge quietly looked at the beast-like man in front of him, Jing Gong, and a trace of silence slowly rose in his eyes. Jinggong is not his enemy, after he kicked Jinggong's daughter into the muzzle of the terrorists' guns and killed Jinggong's wife with his own hands, why didn't he also lose his most important relatives at the same time?

"Don't look at me like that, because you don't deserve it! Do you want to know why I didn't go back? Then I tell you, I have been wandering in this primeval jungle, I have been wandering between life and death, just because I bet on it, I must see you again, I must pull you, and ...... Die! ”

After surviving in the jungle for nearly a year, Shizumiya had clearly learned a lot from nature. His skin may have been coated with some kind of grease that can prevent mosquito bites and have a lubricating effect, maybe the two sentinels were slightly careless, or maybe Jing Gong suddenly exerted his strength after being silent for a long time, to everyone's surprise, in short, he actually broke free from the grip of the two sentries and pounced fiercely at the battle hero song.

Zhan Xia Ge shook his head slightly, stopping the follow-up actions of the two derelict sentinels, he just quietly looked at Jing Gong, looking at this man with a kind of tragic murderous aura all over his body, with a brilliant light like a moth to a fire, raised his eyes like the claws of a wild beast, and slammed into himself. At this time, the warrior song finally knew why Jingmiya, a man who lived in a peaceful environment, survived alone in the cruelest nature.

With his will to take revenge and explosive power, Jinggong was enough to make any life that was against him feel a little cold in his heart.

(To be continued)