"Brother Cockroach, the steam ferry has been cleared by us, can you prepare to get on the boat?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at a flat-bottomed big boat parked on the side of the cement slope by the river, the platform of the big ship is very large, the tread of the bow of the ship is hoisted high, the hull is also very wide, the side of the ship is a half-person high guardrail, and there are many large trucks ...... "taro" parked on it...... Do you say that there are more fish in the big lake, or more fish in the Yangtze River? ”

The steamer slowly sailed from the shore to the center of the river, Uncle Yun and Taro lay on the side of the boat and watched the waves under the boat, thinking of the delicious food in the big lake, Uncle Yun couldn't help but ask about taro.

"Nonsense...... How big is the lake? How big is this river? Haven't you heard others talk about the Yangtze River? ”

"Really? You're not talking about the Great Wall, are you? This river is big, you say 10,000 miles, I don't believe it, 10,000 miles, how much water does it need, how big does it have to be a lake? Anyway, this water will not come in vain. ”

Uncle Yun was sighing with emotion, quite pointing at the posture of the rivers and mountains, but he didn't see the face of the fish head beside him getting worse and worse.

"Believe it or not...... ...... vomit"

"Haha...... You kid is seasick? How big a wave is this? Seasickness...... I'm laughing to death, haha......"

Uncle Yun was laughing heartily, Taro's face became even more ugly, he no longer paid attention to Uncle Yun, and walked to the cabin slowly, wanting to see what other people were driving the big boat.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he found that something was wrong, one foot was exposed at the staircase on the second floor, half of it was hanging out in the air, and his big foot was wearing the same military shoes as him, and there was only one kind of person wearing military shoes on this ship, his own people.

Taro did not panic, he carefully walked slowly up the steel-welded stairs to the second floor, a man fell to the ground, it was the man who entered the convoy with him, his fellow countryman, the man fell to the side with his neck crooked, not knowing life and death, the rifle was not on his body.

The enemy got the guns but didn't make Taro afraid, and the improvists didn't have any bullets in their guns, and they didn't have any guns in them.

Fishhead continued to walk towards the cab, he didn't know that he had made a fatal mistake, he shouldn't have been alone to check, he should have reflexively reported back to the official team to solve it.

He carefully went to the cockpit with a rifle without bullets, and just put his head out to peep, a big hand suddenly grabbed the rifle in his hand, and the big hand holding the rifle grabbed the rifle and pulled it to the side, and the taro holding the rifle was rushed out by the force.

Taro lost his balance by the gun, but the big hand holding the rifle let go of the rifle, and the scene of the fellow crooking his neck flashed in his mind, he stiffened his neck, tilted his head back as far as possible, and a palm knife slashed into Taro's helmet.

"When ......" a shock, taro was hit by the force of the knife in front of the eyes black, there was also a muffled snort behind him, taro took this opportunity to step forward with his right foot and stood firmly, he leaned forward, stepped on a lunge, held a rifle, bowed and did not turn around, the wind behind him, a pair of big hands hugged the root of his left leg, and then lifted it hard, the taro was lifted away, his body turned one hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, slammed to the floor, a muffled snort out of his throat, a black shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, A big heel in a broken sneaker stomped down on his Adam's apple.

"Click......" The big foot chopped on the rifle across the throat of the taro, the taro raised the rifle with both hands and wanted to lift it, but the big foot hiding in the rifle was constantly pressurizing, the taro used all his strength, and the face was red and could not make the rifle too high even a millimeter, on the contrary, the rifle slowly pressed down and stuck on his throat.

The feeling of suffocation became heavier and heavier, and he unconsciously stuck out his tongue, he no longer looked at the big foot on the rifle, he craned his neck, and looked through the edge of the helmet at a man, the man who wanted his life, he knew this man, the man he brought out from the island.

The man looked at him fiercely, his eyes were bloody, when he saw the taro's immature face, the force of stepping on the rifle was slightly relaxed, and before the taro could take a breath, the fierceness in his eyes became more intense, and the strength strengthened again.

Oxygen can't enter the lungs, the nerves in the neck are compressed, and the blood rushes into the brain together, slowly, the flushing on Taro's face gradually turns blue, his consciousness has been blurred, his hands holding the rifle are no longer active force, but subconscious mechanical force, the man in his eyes becomes trance, the man's figure is shaking in his eyes, the flatness of the shaking is slowly weakening, as long as the shaking stops, there is no taro in this world.

The man saw that the taro had reached the last moment, he was ruthless, and then reinforced, adding the strength of the whole body to his right foot, suddenly, the man's heart hurt, he lowered his head, and saw a bright military thorn stabbing out of his chest, he wanted to scream, his throat and eyes were dry and couldn't scream, the "swish......" bayonet disappeared from his chest, the "......" a rifle butt smashed into the back of his neck, a bone cracking sound sounded in the quiet cockpit, the man fell out softly, fell to the floor and couldn't move.

The man fell to the floor with his neck crooked, twitching slightly, his eyes staring at the taro that was coughing desperately not far in front of him, blood quickly gushed out from under him, and a pair of bright military shoes came to his eyes, blocking his vision.

He couldn't move anymore, waiting for the last moment, staring at the shiny military shoes, the past flashed in his mind, a picture freeze, a shoebox, a set of military uniforms, the smile of his parents, the big red flowers that had been prepared, and the blessings of the villagers, shiny military shoes on his feet, brand new military uniforms on his body, red and bright red flowers hung on his chest, he stepped on the path away from the village, behind him was the gongs and drums...... "Bah ......" a mouthful of thick phlegm spit in front of his eyes, the military shoes moved away, A man in a jungle military uniform, blood still dripping from the bayonet on his back, crouched eagerly beside Taro.

"Taro...... Are you alright? If I hadn't been at ease, I'd come with ......."

A man's words rang in his ears, his eyes lost their brightness, and his godless eyes stared at Uncle Yun and Taro...... "Got it...... How many died? ”

"One died, it's a temporary teammember, and it's also a temporary team member who found out how to stop it, he's dead, and the console hasn't had time to be completely destroyed, and he can continue to use it......"

"Mistake, I thought he would drive the boat to the opposite bank, but I didn't expect him to hit the idea of letting us float on the river forever, I have to say, this idea is too poisonous, he wants us to despair."