Even if Yan Fanjun did not say it, Zhang Xiaoqiang also roughly guessed the meaning of Yan Fanjun. What else can he remember for the military? There are nearly a hundred bodies in their blood pools. These bodies are designed to protect the children from being killed. They can persist in the responsibility of humanity after the end of the world. In addition to the parents of these children, there are only soldiers left. It is.

"Hey, I hope you can give them a way to live... Give them a chance..."

Qi Fanjun’s request was not excessive. He did not ask Zhang Xiaoqiang to stop killing. Since the casualties have already been caused, the two sides have also formed a deadly hatred. It is unrealistic to let Zhang Xiaoqiang’s hands soft. He only hopes to give these naval soldiers a chance, at least Give some of them a chance to live, Zhang Xiaoqiang silenced for a while, suppressing the annoyance of the heart.

"I will exile them to Siberia. I will not let me develop when I am, but I will not deliberately kill them..."

This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's biggest bottom line. According to his previous personality, he is the only one who is in charge of the other party. As long as he gets rid of his own children and women, he will kill him, but now... In order to make the 娄凡军 can go a little comfortable, Zhang Xiaoqiang made His promise...

"Thank you... Xie, follow my brother, I don't...."

Excited, Qi Fanjun spit out a large group of black blood without saying a word. The eyes of the eyes suddenly extinguished and silently stopped breathing. Zhang Xiaoqiang silently looked at the pupils of the magnified army, and the heart was filled with strong sadness. In the Western War, the loss of his men did not know how many, but he could not leave much impression on his mind. Most of the 30 evolutionists did not know him. But this familiar Yan Fanjun died in front of him and made him somewhat unacceptable. In the system, there are not many casualties in the middle and above, let alone his acquaintances?

Slowly put down the rigid body of Zhai Fanjun. After Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly turned his head and saw the door, several children were trying to pick up the rifles dropped by the little friends. These children were even smaller than the children just now, and their faces did not disappear. However, there was a hateful look. Most of the children stopped crying and looked at the **** defensive positions outside. Some of them were named by them. Some girls will not let them know. He was hugged in the chest, squatting on the ground and trembled and did not dare to take a look.

"call……."

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave a heavy sigh of relief and got up and walked to the gate. The combat boots slammed in the blood and splashed, and the children screamed and cried, and the children preparing to pick up the rifle were also After the retreat, they used their thin body to block the partners behind them. Even if they were afraid of death, they did not give up their hatred of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's height is not burly, but in the eyes of these children, it is as terrible as the Titan giants. Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is covered with muddy plasma, most of the children are scared and crying. The expressionless Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the iron gate and finally glanced at the children, pulling up the iron gate and shutting it heavily...

When all the children were isolated from the gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in a pool of blood and stood up for a moment. He knew what he had done. Just now, he killed the children who took the guns... and he was so cut. Broken into two, although the heart hesitated, but the hand did not hesitate, looking at his **** hands, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was so strange, he no longer knows himself, as if at this moment is just a ghost leaning over, The owner of this body is a peerless murderer who kills even the children.

The child has always been a taboo in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. He can kill anyone, but he can't kill the child, because he is also a father. After seeing the blood slowly seeing the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang hates himself so much. Why does he become like this? ? Shouldn't it be like this? Is he still alone? All kinds of questions permeated my heart, and a violent headache made him hug his head and mourn in the pool of blood. The brain seemed to be blasting. The horror of the children before the death and the purity of his son were purer than the black gems. Both eyes, all kinds of illusions are combined in his mind, and finally become the scene where he personally took down his son's head...

"what!!!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang is like a wild beast, roaring, screaming in a pool of blood, the whole body fluttering in a pool of blood, hitting the blood in the pool again and again, splashing blood on his head, cheeks, pouring into his neck. The neckline, everyone has the bottom line for it. This bottom line is also the bottom line of human nature. The boundary between man and beast can keep the bottom line. After the end of the world, there are too many human beasts. They have no bottom line of slavery. Killing, bullying, rape, and even eating people are all manifestations of human collapse. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s bottom line is that he can’t move his children. Today, he personally destroys his persistence and is tortured by his own demons. ....

Before Zhang Xiaoqiang doubted himself, he broke his bottom line now, so that he could not find the meaning of living. Just like the former Fan Jun, he fell into infinite self-blame and annoyance. The whole person fell into madness. If he continued, he would be At this moment, the footsteps of the pedals are screaming through the surrounding tunnels. The dense footsteps are like rain and bananas, so that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart is suddenly certain, and the whole person is also waking up from the illusion. Although he was still in the pool of blood, his right hand gripped the handle of the Firebird's scimitar, and after the turbulent enemies appeared in the complicated tunnels, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who clenched the scimitar with one hand, slowly The ground stood up from the pool of blood.

A drop of blood dripped down Zhang Xiaoqiang's clothes and fell to the bottom of the blood, and the blood of the corpse was so horrible at his feet~lightnovelpub.net~ plus the invisible killing of Zhang Xiaoqiang, even these Armed personnel have a strong sense of honor and responsibility can not resist, many people have been unable to hold guns and legs tremble, even if they surrounded Zhang Xiaoqiang, they do not feel any sense of security, just like a group of ants surrounded by anteaters The fear of natural enemies afflicts their hearts.

"Open fire...." The extreme fear made many people afraid. There are always people who are not afraid. The **** moorings are all the corpses of comrades. Except for the machine gunners who are sitting at the side of the heavy machine guns, the other comrades are full. The corpse couldn't keep it. A pile of white bones and red meat was counted on Zhang Xiaoqiang's head. Even though Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded by the center, there were no guns in his hands. They didn't expect to catch them, they just wanted to kill and avenge their comrades.

At the moment when the firing command was issued, almost all the muzzles simultaneously sprayed a long flame tongue, and the dark space was instantly shattered by the flashing gun flame. The countless fluorescent flashes were not covered by the sudden burst of fire in the pool. In the next moment, all the shining guns were turned off at the same time. A piece of steel barrel was smashed on the ground and instantly made the hair of most people erect. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang’s cold and hoarse voice was heard:

"Give me your head and kneel on the ground, or kill innocent..."

Words and words squeezed out these words from the teeth, making Zhang Xiaoqiang's gloomy cheeks look distorted. Under his wild beast-like eyes, many poor-quality soldiers couldn't help but swallow the saliva, but they retreated. The soldiers who were determined by the determination were blocked, and the bursts of guns fell. Most of the soldiers gnashed their teeth at the waist. The twisted crazy cheeks were to eat people’s white teeth, without waiting for them. Crazy fluttering into a part of the blood-stained meat, suddenly there was a roar of shaking the eardrum:

"Retreat..."