Luo Xing won the first prize, and the others couldn't help but curse when they saw it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but this is not the time to care about how unjust and bright his head is.

Now there are only nineteen Rongqi people left in the hill. And in order to kill the man, two of the thousand prisoners were killed and one was wounded, which made the others present see what is tragic and what is bloody.

There were three or four people who were close to the big man, and when they saw that the ground under him was covered with blood and internal organs, they felt a wave of nausea, and ran to the side and knelt on the ground and vomited.

Han Feng looked coldly behind these people, and he also felt a feeling of annoyance in his chest. He hadn't killed anyone, and he had killed people before in his imagination, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he felt uncomfortable thinking about the feeling of a knife piercing into a person's body. But no matter what, he doesn't disdain to take advantage of others, he must kill someone, and he must make others lose convincingly!

He secretly thought that his physical fitness was good among the prisoner soldiers, and out of a thousand people, he could probably rank in the top 50, but the big man could be ranked in the top 10. But he was a little careless, but he died in the hands of a child, and the head that he finally grabbed was inexplicably picked up by others.

Although Luo Xing snatched the head alive from someone else, when he grabbed the head, there were three or four people around him who helped him stop the people on the side, which showed that Luo Xing had a very high prestige among the prisoners.

At this point, what centurion, what tun commander...... These military ranks under Tan Qianbai are not even useful, and what is really useful is the interpersonal relationships accumulated on weekdays. But Han Feng was in a trance for a while.

He has very few good brothers and friends, and he doesn't pay attention to the hundred people under him except for a name during training. If you talk about interpersonal relationships, that's really his weakest point.

"How?"

Han Feng tightened his brows, only then did he realize that the past more than 20 years had been in vain. Mo said that he couldn't compare to Liu Quan, and even Luo Xing was much better than him.

What can he rely on? He thought about the books he had read in the past two days, and thought about the books in which he wrote that the march should be as fast as the wind and as slow as a forest, and that he would be fatal when he saw the situation. Although he didn't know if it would work, he had to calm down first and try it.

Thinking of this, he slowly rubbed his steps forward, and stopped when he was still three or four people away from those Rongxian people.

At this moment, another Rong man was killed, and the blood mixed with the blood on the ground before him, and flowed under the feet of the prisoner soldier. And in order to kill this Rong man, the prisoner soldiers took three more lives.

Of course, these three lives were not paid for nothing. After the Rong men were killed, there were only three remaining Rong men left, and they could no longer protect the old and weak women and children behind them.

An old lady inside shouted in a hoarse voice, and rushed out with a knife in her hand.

She turned around and ran to the side of the mountain, trying to escape!

And her escape immediately crushed the courage of the Rong people to fight to the end, and several women and children screamed, and also fled to the side of the mountain with the old lady. Seeing this, the remaining three men panicked, and one of them was pressed down by three prisoner soldiers, and one stepped on his hand to snatch the knife and gently and skillfully cut off his head.

The other two Rong men were so powerful that they shook off the prisoner soldiers behind them and ran down the mountain.

However, when I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw that the rocks were almost vertical, and even the apes who were good at climbing the mountain could not climb the mountain, let alone the few of them.

The old lady stretched out her hand and patted the rock, and made a sound in her mouth, as if she was begging God to open her eyes, and as if she was complaining that the mountain rock was in the way. She threw the knife out of her hand suddenly, turned and knelt in front of the prisoner soldiers who were in hot pursuit, and hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

When the other women saw her doing this, they all did the same, threw out the short knife in their hands, "plopped plop", and knelt in a row.

At this time, one of the only two remaining Rong men did something that the prisoners could not have imagined.

The man was eight feet tall, with a pair of thick eyebrows that almost covered his eyes, and the center of his eyebrows was wrinkled with a deep wrinkle because of the perennial wrinkles, and his temples were gray. He sneered, looked up to the sky and didn't know what to say, then handed the knife to his left hand, patted his chest with his right hand, suddenly roared, and with a knife back, he cut off the old lady's head.

"Ahh

Everyone was stunned, and the rest of the Rongjin people were also stupid, and everyone looked at him blankly.

The man moved quickly, and after cutting off the old woman's head, he threw it at the nearest prisoners.

Who is not greedy for ready-made cheap, a few people immediately snorted and grabbed it.

And the man's knife flashed non-stop, and in the blink of an eye, he cut off the heads of the other three or four women and threw them one by one. He threw very skillfully, far and near, and no two heads fell close to each other. After killing several women, he picked up a child.

The boy still had a blood-stained knife in his hand, and it was he who disemboweled the prisoner. The man looked at the tiger-headed child in front of him, the steel knife in his hand couldn't cut it for a while, sighed lightly, and threw the living child into the crowd of prisoner soldiers at once.

The child screamed in mid-air, closed his eyes and took the knife, and as soon as it smashed into the crowd, he slashed in all directions.

A young man of bad luck was slashed in the face by him, and one eye was picked out by the sword. He yelled and fainted in pain, while the people around him dragged the kid's vest and slammed it to the ground.

Although the child was fierce, he was just a child after all, and after being thrown three or four times on the ground by several adults, the knife in his hand fell off, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

And by these heads and children for a while, the prisoners and soldiers have already become a mess, snatching people's heads, killing people's heads, where do they still care about going up to kill.

The other man next to the man finally came to his senses at this time, yelled at his "crazy" companion, and slashed at him. However, the man who had been slaughtering his compatriots was much more skilled than him, and with a twist of the short knife, he cut off his hand and kicked him away.

The man with the severed hand screamed on the ground, but he felt his neck tighten, and when he looked back, he saw that several prisoner soldiers had rushed over.

The crowd gathered, only to hear the man's incessant screams, and gradually the cries disappeared, and a prisoner soldier came to Huang Jidu with his hands covered in blood, holding a bloody head.

Han Feng kept watching, even though his head was thrown not far in front of him, he didn't move.

He had now made up his mind, and his goal was clear: the only remaining Rongjin.

It's just that he's not in a hurry, he wants to see what kind of calculation he makes.

After the Narong people killed a few more people, there was only a thin little girl left by his side. The knife in the little girl's hand had already been thrown aside, and her hands had been picking up the rocks, and they were all covered with blood, but the Narong Men picked her up at this time, turned around, and threw her towards the prisoners!

At the same time, he picked up the remaining short knife on the ground, turned around, and suddenly threw it at Huang Jidu!

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