"I'll give each of you a knife, you cut off one of your hands, so that you can taste what it's like to be separated from flesh and blood, as long as you do that, you can follow me back to the base, if you can't, you can choose exile, that is, where are you going back and forth from, how?"

Two sabers landed beside another man and a woman, the woman looked at the saber in front of her and couldn't help but shrink her body tighter, while the man gritted his teeth and grabbed the saber, raised it high and closed his eyes and swung it down to his arm...... The man with his arms tied fell to his knees and wailed loudly, and around him were more than a dozen people who were also tied, who were either begging for mercy or crying out for wrong, and others wept as bitterly as the man who was tied.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at the farce of these people before they died, and behind him stood the two women.

It's not that Zhang Xiaoqiang is engaged in any gender discrimination, Zhang Xiaoqiang said that he gave them two choices, in fact, there is only one real choice, the seemingly exiled choice is just a trap, a trap that can help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their fate, Zhang Xiaoqiang is also hesitating whether to kill them or not, and then he uses self-harm to help him make a decision.

The man was the first to take the knife, but when the knife fell halfway he chose to give up, not everyone had the courage to cut themselves, two women successively swung the knife and cut their wrists, the bones are not so easy to cut, even the pork sellers have machetes that specialize in cutting bones, two small sabers naturally cut the hands of the two women, although their hands were severely cut, but they left their lives.

The man who didn't dare to cut himself was ordered to be shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he was accompanied by those guys who supported eating human flesh, not all of them have the courage to eat people, some people are in favor of nature and some people are against, but those who are in favor are the strongest among them, and those who oppose them are naturally beaten, and now these men who are the strongest among their companions are finally waiting for their retribution.

The big fire of boiling porridge was changed to a small fire, and the porridge had already been boiled, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not order it to be distributed to the survivors, he wanted to give these survivors some appetizers.

Hundreds of emaciated survivors stood in the open space of twenty meters and craned their necks to look at these unlucky people waiting to be shot, although their stomachs were screaming with hunger, but this did not affect them to see the murderous Yaxing, just like the vegetable market more than 100 years ago, more than 100 years later, these ordinary people also love to watch the excitement of killing.

The guys waiting to be shot were either kneeling or lying on the ground, and behind them were the members of the rifle team, and with Lu Xiaobu's command, the muzzles of black holes were aimed at the back of these people's heads...... After a burst of gunshots, the crowd dispersed, and the crowd of people who came from the execution ground slowly surrounded the big iron pot of porridge, who stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks to look at the milky white rice porridge in the big pot, smelling the fragrance of rice porridge and swallowing saliva verbally.

These yellow-skinned, thin-clothed survivors were all scattered from ten miles and eight towns, they didn't know what discipline was, and it wasn't how to keep the Tao going, and now they were silent around the edge of the cauldron at the same time, no one was talking to each other, no one was looking left and right, they were waiting, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to give the order to open the meal.

One by one, the wolf-like team members carried the butts of their guns to smash the crowd gathered together, whether it was a man or a woman to be ordered to stand in a line, seeing these fierce team members around them, these people who had stood in line during militia training all their lives magically stood in a column, and the width of the front and back was exactly the same.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little speechless, the Chinese people...... The players holding the pots and spoons were like judges with the power of life and death, they shouted loudly, took one of the various large bowls stacked in the basket next to them, and the iron spoon in their right hand casually scooped up a spoonful in the pot and poured it into the bowl in their left hand, and handed it to the survivor who stood in front of the pot and stared at the remaining porridge in the spoon.

The survivor hurriedly took the big bowl with both hands that was still sticking to the grass and wood ash on the edge of the bowl, and turned his head and walked away with gratitude, and the person standing behind him was afraid that someone would cut in line, and the moment he turned around, he stepped into the position where he was standing, no matter how scorching the flames under the cauldron were, and his two cloudy eyes stared at the big iron spoon that was stirring in the pot.

The man holding the porridge bowl carefully looked at the road under his feet, holding the sides of the two bowls tightly with both hands, and from time to time scanning the side with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would bump into him, even if the white porridge in the bowl was only half a bowl, he was afraid that a drop would be spilled, and when he buried his head and walked forward, a heavy voice stopped him.

He was so frightened that he barely held the big bowl in his hand, and then he put the big bowl in his hand to his chest, and looked at the person who was shouting to him, a young team member with a rifle on his back was smiling heartlessly at him, and the big bamboo basket next to the team took out a black sauce radish and threw it at him.

The black sauce radish rolled in the air and fell towards him, he had the heart to take it, but holding the big bowl in his hand, the "......pounced" radish rolled on the dusty ground, he hurried forward, bent down and picked up the black and gray radish from the ground, and then he bowed to the team member who threw the radishes, wiped the radish on his clothes a little and put it on the white porridge as white as snow in the bowl.

He didn't have a trace of complaint about the team member, seeing the sauce radish in the bowl that was still sticking to the mud and sand, he was even a little excited in his heart, people who have not been hungry don't know, that feeling is not boiled by people, those who have really tasted the desperate hunger, those who burn like fire in their stomachs are not dignified, there is only one word in their hearts and minds, 'food' doesn't matter if it's clean or not, whether it is unhygienic or not, just for a little, that's food, it's a treasure that can live.

The members of the team who sent the radish seemed to enjoy this kind of fun, and the survivors who were holding the porridge were holding half a bowl of white porridge like a bomb, and when they saw their cautious appearance, the team members wanted to make trouble with them, he was rescued from being trapped in the material warehouse, and he had never been hungry, and naturally he didn't know what kind of concept these people were treating food with people digging grass roots and picking bark in the field, and he felt funny when he saw that these people treated food more respectfully than their ancestral tablets.