"The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

……

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

……”

This poem by Bai Juyi's "Watching the Wheat" originally describes the hard and miserable life of the farmer harvesting wheat in the hot summer.

But at this time, it was used by Wen Zilong to describe the lives of the people who harvested these CWCs and the dark water mercenaries.

And that's exactly what happened.

He jumped into the crowd of more than one hundred and fifty people.

It's like a harvester, reaping human lives.

The two mercenaries on the left raised their guns and tried to shoot at him.

He flicked his tail.

Click, click

When the two of them flew upside down for more than twenty meters, the ribs in their chests were broken.

A few mercenaries on the right tried to escape.

Wen Zilong shook his head and directly knocked these people into the river.

You know, the river here is fast, and if you fall down, there is almost 90 percent of the death rate.

Same with Zaire Ebola.

As for those CWC staff, in front of Wen Zilong, they are like mud and paper.

is constantly harvested by Wen Zilong.

"Oh God, save me!"

"Oh my God, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Damn, run away!"

These guys kept screaming and running around.

In Wen Zilong's heart, there was no pity.

Now you know that you have escaped?

What did you do to the guide's family?

Especially the bald devils.

In Wen Zilong's opinion, this guy is the culprit.

He must die!

While harvesting these lives, he walked towards the white-headed devil.

Bullets kept flying at him all around.

But when it hit him, it was like hitting an iron plate.

There were sparks on him.

When he came to the guide, he grabbed his collar with his teeth.

Then he threw it more than twenty meters away and left him off the battlefield.

The guide was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly fled in the direction of the clansmen.

When the Wagnias saw the guide return, they were amazed and delighted.

To the surprise, the crocodile that suddenly appeared launched a frenzied slaughter of those foreigners.

Will they be slaughtered as well?

Glad this guide is back.

It is better for them to take advantage of the chaos at this time to cross the river and leave here.

On the bank of the rushing river, there is a wooden bridge made of wood and only more than two meters wide.

The patriarch hurriedly gave orders to everyone:

"Cross the bridge, everybody cross the bridge at once!"

So the more than 500 people hurriedly walked from the bridge to the other side of the river.

After crossing the bridge, the crowd looked back again.

I saw that nearly half of the more than 150 foreigners had been slaughtered.

The patriarch was shocked in his heart and commanded his people:

"Burn the bridge, burn it!"

Of course, the bridge was not burned to stop the terrifying giant crocodile.

The giant crocodile can dive, and even burning the bridge can't stop it.

They are only trying to stop these foreigners.

As long as the bridge is burned, it will be difficult for them to come over in a short time.

Then the Wagniya would have taken the opportunity to flee.

Soon, a fire broke out on the bridge.

Some mercenaries wanted to follow the example of the Wagnians and fled from the bridge.

But as soon as they were halfway through the escape, they saw a fire on the opposite side, and their faces changed drastically.

In front was a fire, and on the shore behind were terrifying giant crocodiles;

Below is a turbulent river that is basically GG as soon as it falls.

At this time, they have no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

Wen Zilong rushed to the bridge and easily killed these people.

He returned to shore and continued the slaughter.

But at this moment, the white-haired devil had already arrived on the military vehicle.

He pulled out a bazooka directly from the trunk of the car.

Then he aimed at Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong was on the rise of killing, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

When I turned my head, I saw that the white-headed devil was carrying a bazooka to himself.

Instinctively, he wanted to dodge.

And he also has a golden bell cover to protect against the rockets.

However, after a moment's hesitation, he dismissed these thoughts.

Didn't you always want to break in two?

But because it hurts too much, I can't make up my mind.

Isn't that just an opportunity?

However, if he really broke in two, he would not be able to move for at least seven or eight hours.

He didn't believe that this bald devil would allow his two bodies to sit there like the previous CWC employees.

So you have to find the right angle and get a good pose.

Not only do you want him to blow himself in two, but you also want to let yourself disappear from their sight quickly after breaking in two.

Wen Zilong's heart moved slightly, and he thought of an idea.

He continued to slaughter several people as he moved closer to the riverbank.

One step to the right is the riverbank.

At the same time, keep your body parallel to the riverbank.

This makes it easier for the rocket to hit yourself in the waist.

While posing, he said:

"Wait a minute, the angle is a little out of tune. I'll move a little more. ”

When the posture was set, he smiled, and winked at the white-headed devil with his left eye:

"Shoot me!"

When the white-headed devil saw this guy so arrogant, he roared angrily: "Give me death!" ”

The trigger was pulled with his right hand.

Phew-

The rocket, like a broom star, flew towards Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong watched the broom star get closer and closer, and suddenly regretted it.

It hurts to be blown up in two!

"Wait, wait, I regret it, I regret it......"

Boom –

Rockets do not accept any rebuttals.

There was a loud bang, drowning out Wen Zilong's screams.

The sky-high flames rose, and Wen Zilong was directly blown into two sections.

Under the impact of the shock wave, it flew towards the river.

Plop Plop Plop –

These two bodies fell directly into the river and splashed more than five meters high.

Wen Zilong's body was quickly swallowed by the river.

The sharp pain coming from the fracture made Wen Zilong faint quickly.

Before he fainted, he watched the river that had swallowed him up and roared like a wild beast.

In my mind, a vast and magnificent singing voice sounded for no reason:

The rolling Yangtze River is full of water, and the chrysanthemums are full of heroes......

On the bank of the river, the white-headed devil saw Wen Zilong being blown into two pieces with his own eyes, and he was slightly happy in his heart.

A mercenary next to him also rejoiced:

"That devil is finally dead!"

"It was blown up in two, it's strange if you don't die!"

"Damn, it's too cheap to kill so many of us, to die once!"

"This guy is simply the devil, killing people is like harvesting!"

Looking at the corpses scattered around them, the mercenaries said one after another.

"But it's good that this guy is dead, otherwise I don't know how many people will die."

The white-headed devil also breathed a sigh of relief.

That guy finally got killed.

However, what made the bald devil a little uneasy was that the giant crocodile seemed to have given up resistance before dying.

And it turned out to be like a posed waiting for the rocket.

The main thing is that it actually blinked at itself with one eye - as if it had a deep meaning.