This is not allowed by Du Bao, her son is still young, only four and a half years old. If this is done now, the experience is bound to leave a shadow on his son that will never be erased. So if she wants to stop, she has to stop, this is killing, even if it is to mercifully send away a soldier who is fighting to the death for her.

Killing people can never be so easy.

Any warrior, even a warrior with a strong heart and the power of absolute faith, needs to go through a period of adaptation after the first killing. Because it is a person who kills a person, it is the same kind, even if it is not related to oneself, even if it is an enemy, it will rise to a psychological shadow. This is because people are able to think and grow up under the constraints of morality and the rule of law.

If this is true of mature minds, what about immature minds?

Now that Xiao Zhan has killed someone, his young mind can't bear it at all. There are only two possibilities for him: first, to live in fear all day long; Second, the annihilation of human nature.

"Baby, stop!" Xiao Yuanchao, who was on the stretcher, called Du Baobao and said in the strictest voice: "He is the head of state, and now he has to perform the duties of the head of state!" If you stop him, then he, the Führer, will come to an end! ”

"But he's our son, he's only four and a half years old now!" Du Baobao stopped, turned his head and said to Xiao Yuanchao urgently: "After killing someone, who can guarantee what he will become?" I have to be responsible for my son, I have to ......"

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out, and Xiao Zhan actually took the gun in A's hand at the moment when Du Baobao turned around, and pulled the trigger with both hands holding the soldier on the ground.

The bullet struck the soldier's head, leaving a bullet hole the size of a peanut. Red blood trickled out of the bullet holes, sliding down his cheeks and down the grass.

Xiao Zhan was knocked down by the recoil and sat on the ground, but he quickly got up, with a serious face and a strict face. He took two steps forward, walked up to the soldier he had killed with his own hands, and stretched out his small hand to close the other's permanently hot eyes.

This was the last glory of the soldiers, who longed to be sent away by the Führer when they were about to die, and regarded such treatment as an honor. Raw, I don't know who brought them; When they die, it must always be clear who sent them away.

This is the simple thinking of a soldier, the glory of a lifetime, and the fight for a person all his life.

"Son!" Du Baobao rushed forward and hugged Xiao Zhan hard.

"Mom, don't be afraid." Xiao Zhan touched Du Baobao's cheek, and comforted him like a little adult: "This soldier is dying, I am the head of state, I have to send him to die." It's not killing indiscriminately, it's mercy, it's rewarding. ”

Xiao Zhan said very seriously, and at this time, the fear in his eyes had disappeared without a trace. It is even said that there is an extra calmness and calmness in his eyes that most adults do not have, and it seems that after shooting a soldier with his own hands, he instantly understands a lot and understands a lot.

Du Bao didn't speak, just stared into his son's eyes. She looked very seriously, as if she wanted to see her son thoroughly and thoroughly, to see what her son had in his heart.

It's just a pity that she, a mother, can't see through what her son has in his heart. Because this kind of look should not be something that a four-and-a-half-year-old child can have, because a four-and-a-half-year-old child does not have the ability to think in a complex way.

"He's good, he's good." Xiao Yuanchao said softly: "Actually, our son kills people...... It's not the first time, but this one is definitely a milestone. He knew what he was, knew what he was supposed to do, and knew better the movement and purpose of the murder just now. It's not a blind killing, but a responsibility and obligation to support him to do so. ”

Du Baobao didn't pay attention to Xiao Yuanchao, just hugged his son tightly, and was silent. She really didn't know what path her son would take in the future, but she was sure that her son would never be able to live a peaceful life.

In the village, all the bodies of the Zhukov training camp killer were taken out and thrown away, piled up and burned, including the bodies of two soldiers. Of course, the way the corpses of the soldiers were burned was different from that of Zhukov's killing machine. The killing machine was just randomly piled up in a ravine and set a fire, while the soldiers used firewood to pile up a platform and put the corpses on it for incineration......

When the burning is over, the other soldiers scatter all the ashes. Because the soldiers did not say that they collected the corpses, there was no place to store the urn. Those who come without a name and a surname, and those who leave without a name and no surname, have never left any traces of themselves in this world.

With the loss of two soldiers, the killing machine of Zhukov's training camp was not so easy to mess with. If they can also be like soldiers, they have no name and no desire, maybe they can really fight and lose. Anyway, they killed two soldiers, which is enough to be proud.

The news of the death of dozens of killers reached the ears of King Suke at Khamba's feet as soon as possible. It wasn't because a killer had escaped, but because his men had come here to deliver supplies, they saw it occupied by soldiers and the bodies of their own men burned.

King Suke, who got the news, let out a long breath and frowned slightly. He knew how strong the killers he had left behind in the rear were, and almost every one of them was a powerhouse in the black market boxing tournament. Maybe not the top, but with weapons and a mind that never fears death, it's hard and hard to wipe them out. It can be said that even if an army meets these killers in a narrow way, it will have to pay the price of blood to win, and even a person who is accidentally charged into it may lead to a rout.

Because as long as these killers rush into the crowd, every punch and kick will take a life. The more they are surrounded by the crowd, the more their horror can be revealed.

"How does it feel?" General Buckley asked King Suke with a smile.

"How does it feel? Have all the people I placed in the village be killed? King Suke said indifferently: "I have people, and I don't care about the life and death of dozens of people. Maybe the opponent is strong, but they haven't met the best fighter yet, so there's no need to worry about it. This time I brought a full three hundred people, enough for any situation that arose. ”

"King Suke, do you know who your opponent is?" General Barkley asked.

"Red Murderer." King Suke said lightly: "His father is still in our hands, even if he is terrifying, hehe." ”

General Barkley stared into King Suke's eyes with idiotic eyes and shook his head slightly.

"What's wrong?" King Suke asked with a smile.

"You don't even know who your opponent is," General Barkley said softly, staring at him, "The other party is a soldier, not just a red murderer. ”

King Suke's face sank, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked it with a frown......