"I give each of you a knife. You cut down one of your hands and let you taste what it really is. If you do this, you can follow me back to the base. If you can't do it, You can choose to exile, that is, where do you go back and forth, how?"

Two sabers fell on the side of another man and a woman. The woman looked at the saber in front of her eyes and couldn't help but shrink her body tightly. The man grabbed the knife and held it, and held the army knife high and closed his eyes to the arm. Sweep ········

The man who was tied to his arms slammed on the floor and cried aloud. There were more than a dozen people tied to him. They were either begging for mercy or screaming, and others were tied to the man. Just crying and crying.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at these people in a farce before death, standing behind him with the two women.

It’s not Zhang Xiaoqiang’s **** discrimination. Zhang Xiaoqiang said that he gave them two choices. In fact, there is only one choice. The choice that seems to be exile is just a trap. A trap that can help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their fate. Zhang Xiaoqiang is hesitating to kill. After killing them, he used his self-harm to help him decide.

The man is the first to take the knife, but when the knife falls to half, he chooses to give up. Not everyone has the courage to cut a knife. The two women have slashed their swords on their wrists. The bones are not so easy to cut. Even the pork-selling machete with a special bone-cutting knife, two small sabers naturally cut the hands of two women, although their hands were severely chopped, but they left their lives.

The man who did not dare to cut himself was ordered to be shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The guys who supported him were those who supported the human flesh. Not everyone has the courage to eat. Some people agree with nature and some people oppose it. All they can agree with are they. The strongest and strongest in the middle, the opponents were naturally beaten, and now the strongest men among their companions finally waited for their retribution.

The fire of the porridge was changed into a small fire, and the porridge was already good, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not order to go out to the survivors to eat. He wanted to give some appetizers to these survivors.

Hundreds of thin and surviving survivors stood on the 20-meter open space and stretched their necks to look at the unlucky ones waiting to be shot. Although their hungry calls were made, this did not affect their view of the murderous Yaxing. Like the market mouth of more than a hundred years ago, today, more than a hundred years later, these ordinary people also love to watch the murder.

The guys waiting to be shot are either kneeling or kneeling on the ground. Behind them are the rifle captains. With Lu Xiaobu’s password, a black hole is aimed at the back of these people...···· ········

After a burst of gunshots, the crowd gathered was spread out. The crowd of porridge was surrounded by people from the execution ground. They rubbed their toes and looked at the milky white rice in the big pot. Porridge, smelling the scent of rice porridge, verbally swallowing saliva.

The survivors of these yellow-skinny smocks were gathered from the ten miles and eight towns. They didn't know how to scream, but they didn't keep going. Now they are silent on the side of the cauldron, no one is whispering, no one is whispering. No one is looking around, they are waiting, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to order the meal.

Each of the wolf-like players carried the guns to open the crowd gathered together, whether it was a man or a woman to be ordered to stand in a team, seeing these fierce players around, these life-time militia training The people who stood in the team magically stood in a row, and the width of the front and back was exactly the same.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little speechless, the Chinese people...············

The team members who are holding the pot spoon are like the judges who are killing the power. They shouted loudly, put the code in the big bowls around the basket and took one in the hand. The iron spoon on the right hand was casually in the pot. Then pick up a spoon and pour it in the bowl of the left hand and hand it to the survivor standing in front of the pot and staring at the remaining porridge in the spoon.

The survivor quickly took his hands and walked over the bowl and the large bowl of grass ash, and walked away. The life behind him was afraid of someone jumping in the queue, and he turned to his original position when he turned around. No matter how burning the flame under the cauldron, the two turbid eyes stared at the big iron spoon that was stirring in the pot.

The person 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, glanced at the side with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would hit him~www. Mtlnovel.com~ Even if there is only half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, he is afraid that a drop will be thrown out. When he buryes his head and walks forward, a heavy voice screams at him.

He was scared to fight a spirit, and the big bowl on his hand was almost not stable. After he was in a hurry, he slammed the big bowl on his chest and looked at the person who was yelling at him, a young man carrying a rifle. The player was laughing at him with no heart and lungs. The big bamboo stalks around him in the team took out a black sauce and radishes and threw them at him.

The dark sauce radish rolled over the air and fell to him. He had the heart to pick it up, but he held the big bowl in his hand. The "bashing radish" rolled on the dusty ground, and he stepped forward. He bent down and picked up a black-to-grey radish from the ground. Then he smashed the radish-casting team and slid the radish on the clothes and put it on the white porridge in the bowl.

He didn't have a complaint to the team member. He saw the sauce in the bowl and the sticky sauce. He was even a little excited. He didn't know if he was hungry. The feeling is not awkward. Really. I have tasted the desperate hunger, and those who burn in the stomach like fire have no dignity. There is only one word in their minds and in their minds, 'food', no matter how dry it is, no matter what it eats. Wei is not hygienic, just for one thing, it is food, it is a baby that can live.

The radish players seem to enjoy this kind of fun. The survivors who hold the porridge hold half a bowl of porridge like a bomb. When they see them cautiously, the players want to make trouble with them. He is trapped in The rescued materials warehouse has never been hungry. Naturally, I don’t know how to dig grass roots in the wild. The concept of treating people with bark of bark is that they treat food more than their own ancestors. To be respectful, he feels fun.