Chapter 181 is beautiful, beautiful

In the wandering, he arrived at this gathering point, although the life was very hard, but he could still live, Minan was very satisfied with the life here, but he was not satisfied, he wanted to die, he wanted to go underground to find his cousin, the opportunity came, the head of the commoners personally found him, promised to let Minan have no worries about food and clothing in the future, as long as he could kill the leader of the opposing convoy at the last moment...... "Why...... Why...... Why don't you kill me...... Come on, give me a bullet......" He let out an angry howl at the men in the battle group with blood-red eyes, he panted and kept spinning in circles, looking at every man with a gun with burning eyes, he wanted death, not the ridicule of everyone, he changed the knife in his left hand to his right hand and looked around at everyone, he wanted to die, he wanted to die in honor, "That's him, he laughed the most, hum!" Laugh...... Die with me......"

His target was a member of a combat group standing next to Yang Ke'er, this guy was the happiest laugher, he didn't expect his laughter to cause trouble for himself.

The young man continued to circle in place, and suddenly he accelerated instantly, and the knife in his hand was pointed directly at the throat of the members of the combat team, the man in the combat group was too careless, his gun was still on his back, and he closed his eyes in despair as he looked at the sudden knife.

The knife stopped at his throat, and the skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife, he took a step back slightly, and hurriedly took off the rifle on his shoulder, because he was too frightened, the rifle fell to the ground without holding it steadily, and he took a few steps back, only to see that the man's hand holding the knife was pinched by Yang Ke'er.

The young man looked at Yang Ke'er Qianqian's jade finger in horror, he knew his own strength, not to mention a little girl in her cardamom years, even a big man couldn't hold himself, he struggled hard, but Yang Ke'er's little hands that were red in white were like vices to make him move, his blood-red eyes looked at Yang Ke'er's delicate little face, and he saw the ridicule in Yang Ke'er's eyes again, and he was even more angry.

"Ha......" He swung his left fist and smashed it into Yang Keer's face, Yang Keer shook his wrist, and the young man was thrown away by the little girl like a doll.

"Pounce ......" he smashed to the ground and stirred up a puff of dust, he groaned and struggled in the dust, staggered up from the ground, he felt dizzy, he saw a weak figure walking towards him in a trance, "Ah......" He broke out again with a loud shout, raised his fist and smashed at the figure, and he flew out again with a tightening of his wrist...... He lay on the ground and struggled slowly, the bones of his body seemed to be broken by someone with pliers piece by piece, the sharp pain hit him like a tide, his chin rested on the dusty ground, the rough breath in his mouth blew up the dust on the ground and slowly covered his head, he slowly moved his arms to his chest and supported his upper body, his two thighs slowly rubbed forward until he could kneel up from the ground, every movement on his body seemed to be slowed down by the camera, he rubbed up from the ground little by little, His posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed, they were all deeply shocked, the young man was knocked down countless times by Yang Ke'er, but every time he could get up from the ground and swing his fist at Yang Ke'er, but the speed at which he got up was getting slower and slower, and the fist he swung out was getting lighter and lighter, Yang Ke'er unconsciously reduced the strength of his hand, and began to feel a little light-hearted, even so, the young man was still getting weaker and weaker, and now he even had the strength to get up from the ground to the point that he was almost gone.

He stood on the ground, his body kept shaking, the dizziness in his mind was getting heavier and heavier, he couldn't see the surrounding scene at all, he slowly moved his steps, looking for the little girl who repeatedly threw him to the ground, he was going to swing his fist at him, waiting for himself to be killed by her or he was exhausted to death, a Miaoman's figure appeared in his blurred vision, "Is that her?" He staggered towards the figure, and the figure was coming towards him, closer, closer, "Ah......h

His fist stopped, he looked at the down jacket that turned from bright red to dark red, the owner of the down jacket was a delicate-looking little girl, the little girl was about the same age as Yang Keer, her face had a timid expression, tears blurred the little girl's vision, she stretched out her hands to support the young man, stretched out half and hesitated a little as if she didn't dare to touch him.

The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket clearly, he lowered his right arm, and said softly: "You are not her!" "I don't know who I am when I fell to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had already forgotten about the young man, and his men drove all the men lying on the ground over, and knelt down with their heads under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, the muzzle of the heavy machine gun slowly slid above their heads under the operation of the machine gunner, and every deviation of the muzzle made the men who were kneeling and observing with the corner of their eyes frightened.

More than 100 men knelt under the guns and trembled, they didn't know what their fate was, in the final analysis, they moved first, some people held their heads and looked around at the corners of their eyes to observe the gap, and ran away at any time when the gun sounded, some people closed their eyes and prayed silently in their hearts, and some men looked at the few people kneeling in the front row with resentment, they were the heads of various small teams, they were resentful of their heads and came out to find death with their heads, and some men only had machine guns on their heads in their eyes, and their mouths were babbling: " He said all the machine guns, he all said the machine guns......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lit cigarette in his hand, taking a puff from time to time and then slowly spitting it out, he looked at these men, his cold eyes were so cold that the heart of the man kneeling on the ground trembled, the silver desert eagle on his waist was like a scythe of death in the eyes of these captives, they all suspected that Zhang Xiaoqiang was choosing an unlucky egg to kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, they didn't want to be the unlucky egg, whenever Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold gaze swept over, they buried their heads in their chests, Until the gaze that was cold to the bone was removed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is very beautiful, beautiful, indescribably beautiful, he is happy when he looks at these strong men, now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression, his eyes are very cold, but his heart is very hot, what is the most lacking in the last days? It's not guns and ammunition, it's not food and supplies, it's people, it's adult strong laborers, and if you have people, you can grab them, you can build them, you can cultivate them, you can make them......