A red-chested worker whistled and staggered to the side of the road at the head of the village, his body looked much stronger than the average person after years of hard work, and he could be shirtless in the face of temperatures of eighteen or nine degrees, so as not to feel cold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He unbuckled his trousers, pulled out the thing, looked down, and burped and let out a sour sour breath. Drunk, a smug smile appeared on his black-red face, and he laughed twice and shook his little brother, leaning down to irrigate the weeds on the side of the road.

The whistle was full of cheerfulness.

As Borson said, he and his brothers in the village were a group of people who had spawned from the Self-Help Society. Balatan's wealth was concentrated in the hands of the upper echelons of the Self-Help Society, and their reluctance to share in the wealth they had acquired forced some to leave them and go it alone. The confidence of the workers, who had defeated the Imperial army several times, swelled unprecedentedly, and they thought that they recognized the decay and fragility of the Imperial ruling class, and some even shouted the slogan of overthrowing Orlando.

In the end, whether or not Orlando can be overthrown, this guy himself doesn't know and doesn't want to know, he is very satisfied with his current life. The sensory stimulation of looting and killing had distorted his mentality, and by venting the pressure on the woman, he and the workers in the village did not feel the slightest nervousness. They burned and looted here at their leisure, and when they had rested enough, they planned to cross the border and enter the province of Bell.

It was an undeveloped virgin land, where there was more wealth, more food, more women, and most importantly there was no self-help.

A palpitation rose from the tail vertebrae and crawled down his spine to the top of his head, and he shivered, looked down at the excretory work that had entered the end, and let out a long sigh of relief. Just as he shook his little brother and tucked it back into his crotch, a huge force struck from behind him, pushing him forward violently. He frantically tried to balance his body, staggering a few steps before his eyes widened. His hands were tightly covered around his neck, and his mouth was open and foaming with blood, and he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

An arrow pierced his neck, blood dripping down the arrow, his breathing was blocked, his face turned red, and his hands clasped the urine-soaked clods on the ground. The force was too great, and the nails were torn apart by the stones in the dirt, but the pain was far from covering the fear of death in my heart. His twisted face was filled with horror and a hint of anger.

Gradually, he stopped his convulsions, and the temperature of his body was gradually carried away in the evening breeze in the wild, and it gradually became cold. Just like the people he killed two days ago, they became a mess of soulless flesh.

A group of soldiers in black armor silently entered the entrance of the village, and they were a little surprised, surprised that this group of rebels, who had defeated several regular army attacks, did not even have a night watchman. The cold light flashed in the gap between the eyes under the mask, and the leader gently placed the spear in the ditch by the roadside, and pulled out the long dagger lying horizontally at his waist, and the one-foot-long dagger shone in the faint cold light under the moonlight. He gestured with his fingers, and the team immediately broke into pieces, divided into four teams, and disappeared into the village.

In a dwelling, a sturdy man covered in red fruit and sweating profusely picked up his torn clothes and wiped the sweat from his body. The temperature at night dropped a lot, and the breeze blew in the ventilated house from time to time, which made him feel a little cool. A woman on the bed, who was also naked, was only half breathing, her face, arms, chest, and thighs covered in bloody tooth marks. Her slightly twitching body glowed unhealthily gray, and her pupils began to slowly dilate.

"Why haven't you come back?", this man used to be a small boss in the factory, and almost all the workers who occupied this village were from a factory, he pushed open the courtyard and looked out, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm on the ground, "Yard, I don't know how to get it good after drinking some wine, it's really annoying." ”

As soon as he turned, he saw a dark shadow approaching him on the ground, almost overlapping with his. He turned his head with a hippie smile and cursed, and the whole person shook violently, and he saw a guy in black armor with a dagger in his hand. He just wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he was hit firmly in the mouth by a punch, and all the words fell into his stomach mixed with his teeth. He threw himself backwards in terror, trying to dodge, but the black-armored soldier kicked him in the knee.

With a click, the knee was kicked and shattered, skimming backwards, and the strong man who had lost his center of gravity fell to the side uncontrollably. The black-armored soldier raised his sword in his hand, and a little cold light appeared, and hot blood spurted out. The strong man clutched the wound on his neck tightly and struggled, but he kept losing control of his body, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The woman on the bed seemed to sense something, the fire of life was ignited in an instant, she used all her strength to move her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man lying in a large pool of blood, and the corners of her mouth that had been bitten off half of her lip were slightly upturned, revealing a hideous and strange smile.

Scold......

She let out her last breath and left this troubled world with a satisfied face.

This scene kept happening, and people kept having their heads cut off in the dark, in their sleep. Although the black-armored soldiers were fighting for the first time, none of them looked like recruits. Come to think of it, how many good people can there be in Ortlenburg? These young people, who live every day in the midst of murder, robbery, murder and robbery, have long since turned a deaf ear to the fragility of life. The death of these lives could not bring them even the slightest shock.

The silent slaughter was until a scream pierced the camouflage of the night, and in an instant the entire village was lit up by torches, and a strong man with a height of two meters, a bare head, and no eyebrows glanced at the gathered subordinates, the gloom in his eyes lingered, and he pursed his lips, "What about the others?"

The faces of his subordinates were all extremely pale, and some of them also smelled of feces, and no one answered the leader's words, but this silent silence also indirectly answered his questions.

"Fools, get on your weapons and rush out first!", the leader picked up a wooden stick the thickness of an adult's arm on the ground, and strode towards the entrance of the village. The rest of the workers followed, and some of them even forgot to bring their weapons with them. In front of rabbits, they are tigers, and in front of real tigers, they are also rabbits. It doesn't just because they've tasted flesh and blood that they're sublimated.

Before they could get out of the center of the village, a group of black-armored soldiers surrounded them with spears.

The leader's heart was cold, he looked around, and had to ask in a low voice: "I don't know which adult's army? I am the foreman of the Baratan shipyard, and I want to see your chief." ”

The black-armored soldiers did not make the slightest movement, not even the flat spears wavered, and behind these black-armored soldiers, a voice came, "Kill them all." ”

The slaughtering feast was staged, blood was flying, stumps and severed arms were everywhere, and in the face of the well-trained and fearless courage and morale of the black-armored soldiers, the workers of these shipyards were like the women who were crushed and tortured by them, and they had no ability to resist in the slightest.

The sound of rag pockets being pierced and torn apart also means that the lives of each other have become a thing of the past. The strong smell of blood attracted the crows that were not supposed to be active at night, and flocks of crows circled over the village under the cover of night, chirping hoarsely.

When the foreman was stabbed through by four arrows and seven spears, the banquet reached its climax and came to an end.

Wren covered his mouth and nose with a white incense handkerchief, and slowly walked through the curtain of night to the middle of the village. He calmly and indifferently glanced around, and a sneer floated into the pile of corpses, "The rabble." He looked at Marven, "Is there a loss?"

Marven's face still had an abnormal look of excitement, the gene from the ancient bloodline of killing made people extremely excited when they enjoyed taking their lives, he shook his head, "Eleven people were slightly injured, and no one was killed. ”

Wren nodded, if there were still casualties in suppressing these mobs, it could only be said that his black-armored soldiers were too disappointing.

Wiping the tip of his nose, Wren dropped the white handkerchief to the ground, "Go to the next place." ”

The black-armored soldiers receded like a tide and disappeared into the night.

After a long time, several women who were supporting each other poked their heads out of the room in great fear, and then they wept.

Their prayers worked, and they were saved.

They opened the cattle pen and released all the imprisoned women, who came to the village in a hideous manner, picked up their weapons from the ground, and slashed at the men who had ravaged them. They knew that these people were just corpses, and they had long since lost their lives, but they needed a window to vent and comfort their wounds.

In the midst of the corpse, there was a sudden snort, which was extremely harsh at this moment, and all the women's movements stopped. They were barefoot, stepping on bloody water like after a rainstorm, and snapped to the place where the sound came. A headless corpse was overturned, and a badly injured worker coughed up blood and looked at the women in horror.

Someone raised his sword to make a sword and killed the guy, but one of the youngest women stopped her, "It's too cheap to do this, these brutes." Knife by knife, cut off his flesh piece by piece!"

The women took out the delicate craftsmanship of handiwork, and with a thin knife, they skinned him, staggered his veins, and cut off the muscles as much as the size of shredded flesh.......

The man struggled, exerting all his strength, "Evil ...... Demon!"

The young woman's gaze fell on the only white object in the scarlet world, and she walked over to pick it up, it was a handkerchief, and in the lower left corner of the handkerchief, there was a golden wreath of thorns.