When people are dying, they will go to two extremes.

Either remain silent and resign to fate, or be hysterical and thoroughly indulgent.

Huang Zongliang was already on the verge of death, so he had no scruples.

He dares to say anything now, dare to do anything, no matter what the consequences, his purpose is to survive now.

Surviving, for Huang Zongliang at this time, what a luxury and what a rare thing, he held on to hope again and again, and fell into despair again and again.

"I am the Son of Heaven, my life should not be extinguished, if you dare to kill me, you have to wait for God's revenge!"

Huang Zongliang did not die three times, such a moment, can already be called a miracle, in that era when the people were ignorant and believed in feudal superstition, this miracle was far greater than the deterrent power of guns and guns.

"yes, he doesn't deserve to die!"

"Three shots, none of them are dead!"

"O man of God! Lives should not be extinguished! ”

There was a riot in the audience of thousands and the arguments grew louder.

"Damn it, it's the six knives in the car, not this righteous man."

"He's not Che Liudao, he's the third young master of the Huang family."

"He was wronged!"

Because of the large number of people gathered, the soldiers on the execution ground looked a little flustered.

The officer's face was a little uncertain, he didn't expect things to get to such a point, what was originally a beautiful difference that shot the most heinous criminals and gained the support of countless people actually turned into a situation where they were passively condemned, which was too dramatic.

But at this time, things on Huang Zongliang are indeed a little strange, he is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years, this kind of standing pile can not hit is a mistake that only recruits can have, these soldiers can be pulled to execute, that is definitely the marksmanship in the team.

Three shots in a row were missed, and the officer began to hesitate.

But he immediately came to his senses, and today, this Huang Zongliang must die.

If he is let go like this, then when he goes back, his black gauze hat will definitely be gone.

On the one hand, he collapsed people, went back to restore his life, and was promoted to make a fortune, and on the other hand, he brought people back, and then his black gauze hat was gone, and he might be used as cannon fodder to be pulled to the front line in the future, and die on the battlefield where artillery fire was flying.

What could he do?

The choice was simple for the officer.

"Bastards, bastards, a bunch of bastards!"

The officer kicked the soldier in front of him who had missed the target several times, grabbed the rifle of one of the soldiers, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet with a 'bang', and raised the gun to aim.

At the moment of aiming, the officer's own heart was beating 'thump', and the target in front of him, which had been fixed on the pillar, had no additional action except for shouting injustice and shouting some inexplicable words that he shouldn't die, although there was some commotion among the people behind him, but it didn't affect his mind at all.

This 'noise' is insignificant to a battle-hardened soldier, and the sound of artillery fire on the battlefield cannot interfere with their judgment, let alone these whispered discussions.

Even so, the officer was feeling the pressure, sweat began to break down on his forehead, and he even felt that his shot would miss.

But at this time, the officer, who had already picked up the gun, had no choice but to shoot hard.

After a few seconds of silence, the officer pulled the trigger in accordance with the process and method of firing the gun, and the action was extremely standard.

'Phew! ’

The scene fell silent with the sound of the bullet, Huang Zongliang was so frightened that he stopped his mouth, and those people also stopped their movements and discussions, and everyone wanted to see the final result.

I want to see if Huang Zongliang really shouldn't die.

The sound of this bullet seemed to penetrate the officer's own heart, and he found that he had only fired one shot, and he was already covered in a cold sweat, and even the shirt inside was soaked.

After he finished shooting, he enjoyed the quiet moment around him, and his heart relaxed a little, was he finally dead?

He was relaxed, and naturally raised his hand, wanting to unbutton the collar of his shirt to relax.

But just as his hand touched his button, a long question made him grab his collar so hard that he almost suffocated himself.

"Am I alive?"

Huang Zongliang looked left and right, and then shouted excitedly: "I'm still alive!" Great, I'm still alive! ”

"I shouldn't die, I am the Son of Heaven, I am Huang Zongliang, the third young master of the Huang family, you can't kill me!"

Huang Zongliang's excitement at this time can no longer be described in words.

'Whoa, whoa, ......whoa'

In the crowd, I don't know who took the lead in applauding.

The entire terrifying execution ground instantly turned into a happy stage, and thunderous applause was endless.

In opposition to it, of course, the officer's already blue face.

Four shots, four whole shots, all empty, this is no longer a problem of marksmanship, this is especially an evil door!

Apart from the evil sect, what else can describe this situation at this time?

The officer's eyes are a little red, who can reach his level, which one is not bloody on the battlefield, saying that the evil sect, a murderous officer will be afraid of this?

"Shoot, shoot, shoot Lao Tzu."

The officer pulled out the pistol at his waist and shouted frantically at the remaining three soldiers who had not yet fired.

The hands of the three soldiers were a little shaky, but at this moment, the military order was like a mountain, and the moment they heard the shot, the three of them almost subconsciously pulled the trigger at the same time.

'Whoosh, whoosh'

The sound of gunshots and bullets flying flew through the execution ground, and the bullets of the three rifles rushed out of the muzzle like fiery snakes, and at the same time flew towards Huang Zongliang, but none of the bullets hit.

"You can't kill me, I am the Son of Heaven, if you dare to kill me, you will be punished!"

"I'm not Che Liudao, I'm the third young master of the Huang family!"

Huang Zongliang has completely let go at this moment, he feels that he will definitely not die today, God helped him so much, he didn't die in seven shots, and he didn't even hurt a single hair, what reason did he have not to do whatever he wanted? Not arrogant?

"Shoot, shoot!"

That officer had collapsed at this time, where had he ever seen such an evil thing, seven shots, such a dense shooting, and he didn't kill this guy, and he didn't know where the bullets flew, is there any reason for this?

The tragedy is that he was about to collapse, but the seven soldiers who had personally executed him had already collapsed, and letting them shoot at this time was undoubtedly a heavier blow to their fragile hearts.

They simply can't do it.

The officer's eyes were already red when he looked at Huang Zongliang, especially when Huang Zongliang got carried away and shouted that he was the Son of Heaven, that he should not die, that he should not die.