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Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the big pot of oily, fatty braised pork, which made them forget even the cold and fear, including death.

Xue Lin greedily sniffed the aroma in the air, and all he thought about was the kind of super unforgettable enjoyment that was fat but not greasy, soft in the mouth, and extremely delicious.

He is an electrician in a small town, unremarkable, from the memory of it, lived for more than 30 years, has never had any earth-shattering feats, and has not seen any earth-shattering feats, carefully recalled, in his life, in addition to the excitement and unforgettable of the first **** with his wife, there seems to be no other profound memory, he does not smoke, drink less, and occasionally play mahjong, as for the game, what is the game? He didn't know, and he wasn't interested.

Originally, he thought that this was how his life had passed, and maybe one day in the future, as soon as he opened his eyes, he would find that he had become an old grandfather, life, but that's it, so that he could imagine what it would be like decades later.

Bland, always so bland, even if there is some emotion occasionally, but then it will be forgotten by countless trivial things in an instant, and most importantly, he doesn't feel that there is nothing wrong with such blandness.

It's just that fate is really amazing, Xue Lin still remembers, that morning, the locust-like refugees fled from the south, their expressions were terrifying, and terrifying, he also wanted to come forward to ask, as a result, he didn't know what was going on, the motorcycle he was riding was viciously snatched away, and then he was knocked to the ground, at that moment, he almost thought that he was dreaming.

But this is only the beginning, those fleeing locusts quickly rushed into every room and every corner of the town, there is no reasonable and unreasonable, there is no fair and unfair, there is only one word, rob! Well, it's not right to say that, because those refugees don't grab cash for household appliances, but only grab daily necessities and all kinds of vehicles that can be seen!

The shouting and crying enveloped the entire peaceful town at that moment, Xue Lin and many villagers in the same town were all frightened, they didn't understand what was going on, they just watched the large group of refugees snatch all their daily necessities, and then did not stop at all, just killed into the mountains, leaving them with only a mess of strangeness.

Before Xue Lin and the others could figure out what was going on, the second wave of refugees had already fled crying, and then, another wave of looting full of drama, and when Xue Lin finally remembered the anger Xue Lin grabbed a refugee, the answer he got was, "Why don't you run away?" Huang Jun is coming? ”

"Imperial Army?"

Xue Lin was stunned when he heard this, but this did not delay him from being taken aback, and then he was like a god possessed, and he knew everything, and he couldn't care about feeling sorry for the family wealth he had accumulated in his life was looted, and he pulled up his crying wife, carried the old lady, led the doll, and joined the team of refugees, as for those neighbors who were still entangled, he also shouted responsibly, "Little Japan is coming!" Run! Into the mountains! ”

This sentence is better than anything else, no one is entangled in their own losses anymore, whether it is a doll down to three or four years old, or a gray-haired old man, they are all in an uproar, all of them have joined the escape team, of course, there is no lack of miracles, the old Li Tou, who has been paralyzed for half a year in the west of the town, actually stood up tremblingly, holding a rolling pin, guarding the door of the house, saying nothing and not moving.

It's really the feeling of the sky falling, well, it's like a piece of weighing stone has fallen in my heart, shaking and shaking, I can't jump up if I want to, I can't take a breath, it's like a very luxurious look, because I don't know where the next breath is?

By the time Xue Lin's family figured out that it was not the 'Imperial Army' that came, but the Yellow Turban Army, it was already three days later, and the memory of these three days was chaotic, like a garbled code, unable to find the head, unable to find the tail, except for the Imperial Army and Little Japan, there was nothing else special, all over the mountain, running all over the mountain.

Then, there was no more, and in addition to the blood and fragments of stumps in the memory, there was a howl of misery and despair, and many, many people died, or the corpses were in the wilderness, or into the stomachs of those evil wolves, and almost every minute was spent in fear, and even the right to grief was completely deprived.

"Listen to me, each person can get a bowl of braised pork, but, from now on, even if you sell this life to me Tyrannosaurus King, as long as you are willing to follow me, I guarantee that you will eat and drink spicy food, even if you die, your wife and daughter, we will take good care of it, now, come up one by one, if you have different opinions, you can refer to this side!"

A rough voice sounded, and also attracted Xue Lin from the attention of the pot of braised pork, and the person who spoke was a tall and cross-faced man, named Bao Rui, nicknamed the Tyrannosaurus King, after the disaster, many refugees fled into the mountains, and at that time he entangled many green-skinned scoundrels, robbed other refugees, and then, through guò to kill the evil ghosts of the Yellow Turban Army, the strength was raised, and as a result, he gained more followers and became the king of the mountain in the mountains.

And like Bao Rui, there are a lot of people, and I don't know how many refugees fled from the south at the beginning, so more than a dozen groups of forces have been formed, not only fighting and killing the Yellow Turban Army every day, but also killing each other, everyone seems to be numb, killing a person has become as simple as killing a chicken.

And just last night, when the heavy snow closed the mountain, Bao Rui's forces suddenly entered Xue Lin's small gang for some reason, and killed the strongest leader, who was already seventeenth, and then announced that Xue Lin's group would be annexed.

It's nothing, Xue Lin didn't have any gratitude to the previous leader and the consciousness of the death of the confidant, what really made him and the others feel angry and frightened was the mysterious man standing not far behind Bao Rui, this pot of braised pork was made by the three live pigs brought by the mysterious man.

And this mysterious person, although there are many question marks in his attributes, he can't see clearly, but the explanation that belongs to the Yellow Turban Army's Zhang Jiao forces is very clear!

For Xue Lin and everyone else, this is the enemy they have always dreamed of killing! Xue Lin's wife, his wife, and his doll all didn't survive the damn plague and turned into evil ghosts, so at this moment, even Xue Lin, who had been in a state of confusion and was like a fool, had a fire burning in his heart.

However, in the open space on the left that Bao Rui said, dozens of human heads were being placed there with blood, and that was the end of refusal! Because, the mysterious person from the Yellow Turban Army is very strong, very strong, so strong that they can't look up to Cheng Dù at all.

Under the double **** and oppression of food and death, in the end, some people succumbed, one after another, and each person could immediately get a bowl of braised pork, but Xue Lin could see clearly that after that person walked over, his attributes suddenly changed, and he became a description of the Zhang Jiao forces that also belonged to the Yellow Turban Army.

"What should I do?" Xue Lin didn't know why the Yellow Turban Army, who used to be fierce and vicious, and killed people when they saw them, suddenly wanted to recruit them, refugees hiding in the mountains, but he knew that even if he couldn't avenge this blood sea of revenge, he couldn't join these thieves.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to do something different!"

Xue Lin thought in his heart, his eyes looked at a small dirt bag dozens of meters away, turning over the dirt bag, it was a steep mountain, no need for a sleigh or anything, rolling on it, you can slide down, and under that mountain, there are two pairs of homemade skis, which were prepared by his neighbor before, in the words of his neighbor, called the three holes of the cunning rabbit.

Retracting his gaze, Xue Lin looked back at the guy who was also a classmate, a relative, a neighbor, and a military advisor.

Needless to say, the two of them had already made a decision, pretending to step forward, taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, and then shouted, knocked the two Bao Rui's guards away, rushed onto the dirt bag, and rolled down the mountain before the mysterious Yellow Turban Army master caught up.

At this moment, although his chest was as uncomfortable as if it was on fire, Xue Lin was extremely happy, he didn't care if he could escape? The important thing is that he feels that he has done the most worthwhile thing in his life, even though it may be the last thing he will do before the end of his life, but what does it matter?

The tumbling body, the splashing snow foam, all seem to have become very distant, in the dizziness, as if, back to the time of childhood, at that time, he seems to have played such a game, rolling from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, but the end is that the head, feet, hands and face are scratched by the blades of grass and blood, and the angry dad pressed his ass and smacked dozens of soles.

It hurts, it hurts! It's just, why does the ass hurt so much?

"Holy! Xue Lin, don't pretend to be dead, those people are catching up! ”

The roar sounded, Xue Lin came to his senses, didn't care about the butt that was kicked hard, and desperately ran towards a small tree not far away, and behind them, dozens of Bao Rui's men were rolling down from the mountain in the same way, the master of the Yellow Turban Army, after all, would not use this way to pursue, and the two insignificant ants were not worth chasing after him.

Boarding the skis with all hands and feet, there were already scattered feathered arrows flying down from the top of the mountain, and the pursuers who rolled down in the same way had also chased more than ten meters away.

However, it doesn't matter if it's a qiē!