The old façade of this gathering place is made up of dark wood logs. The fire has also spread to these façade woods, roasting black smoke, and igniting a erect wood, one by one. The Japanese who did not dare to go down on the tower screamed and looked at Zhang Wang after the flames blocked the retreat. From time to time, some people couldn’t stand the torment of being burned before the fire. They jumped out of the watchtower and fell to the ground and broke their hands. The crying is gradually coming to an end, but the smell of the air and the smell of blood are more intense. The overall situation has been decided Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his legs and walked inside. He only prayed in his heart that he could meet a Chinese-speaking guy.

The language is not open, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not the first time to encounter. On the same day, he met Angel in Vladivostok. Angel is a wise leader. He has done some work in detail, even if their living environment is It is even worse than the Japanese here, but it has never given up hope. It is able to communicate clearly with Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the Japanese people Zhang Xiaoqiang encounter are impetuous. The Japanese are strict and orderly, but their mentality of being under pressure is far worse than that of the Russians. A little bit of volatility will arouse the animal desires in their hearts. Once this animal desire breaks out, it is the destruction of hysteria. It is not destroying others or destroying oneself. Zhang Xiaoqiang has no way to control it. After all, killing and being killed are all with him. Japanese who are not used to it.

Walking through the corpses on the ground, he finally saw more than 30 survivors with knife and guns and nearly 200 indigenous people, all of whom were lucky to survive the massacre. These people were all unplugged. The clothes, standing naked in the blood, trembling, each person's face is hung with despair and horror, of which women occupy most of the time, some of the ages are not so old, the skin is slightly white and tender, of course There are also many children, but these children are children with parents. At this moment, they all stared at the proud aggressors with hateful eyes because they lost their parents.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not know what to say. This killing cannot be said to be just and evil. This world is like this. Killing and being killed is only because of strength. If there is not Zhang Xiaoqiang, two small things may be given now. Made into stew, and these survivors killed the people here, saying that it is nothing but revenge. The only thing that makes people criticize is that the scale of revenge is too large.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was an outsider. All the killings and abuses did not touch his heart. On the contrary, he felt a faint satisfaction. He watched the Japanese kill themselves. His heart felt balanced. The aborigines who came out of the station used the Japanese to consistently bow down to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the evolutionary who was defeated by Zhang Xiaoqiang in the defense of their hearts also consciously stood behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, just as the samurai loyal to his family, loyal to this. The invaders slowly scanned all the faces of the horror. Zhang Xiaoqiang found that he did not find the existence of a Chinese face.

As a winner, he is qualified to publish his own declaration of victory, but here, looking at these pleasing eyes, he couldn’t open his mouth. For a long time, he said in Chinese:

"Whoever can speak Chinese..."

When the voice fell, the crowd in front of me was silent, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart plummeted. If there is no Chinese here, then he has to kill with the survivors and evolutionists, and gather all the gathering places. Break through, in order to find the people he needs in the broad base, see the silent crowd, Zhang Xiaoqiang irritated, turned to look at the justice girl standing on the side of the pouting, ready to make gestures to pull all the men left, as for here Women and children are thrown here to fend for themselves.

Just when he gave up, the silent crowd suddenly came out with a woman with a head down. This woman has long dry yellow hair, a thin body and a skinny body, most of which are Concentrated on her milk, near the room and the lower abdomen, are some old injuries, not caused by the survivors. When I saw this woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang had some hope, and the woman said in a hoarse voice:

"Can you give me a dress..."

“I am a Taipei native and a clerk of Colliers’ Osaka branch...”

The woman in front of her is very careful. She is not excited and reassured because Zhang Xiaoqiang speaks Mandarin. On the contrary, she is more restrained because she hears Zhang Xiaoqiang’s voice with mainland characteristics, and her education as a Taiwanese has made her think that The mainlanders are more horrible than the Japanese in the last days. Because of the tension and rigidity, she acts like a robot. This woman expresses her identity and experience in Japan clearly. Zhang Xiaoqiang crosses his chin with his hands and looks at his head. This woman, seeing the fear in her eyes, is somewhat inexplicable.

For Zhang Xiaoqiang, the culture and traditions he has contacted have made him always believe that the Chinese people in the world are all of the same kind of blood, and there is no difference. As long as they are descendants of Chinese who speak Chinese, he will feel better than any country. The outsiders must be close, so the restraint of the woman in front of him makes him very puzzled. When the woman finishes talking, her hands are slightly numb, slightly loosened and slowly attached to the thigh, but the upper body is bent. It's even lower.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang has already seen that this woman is actually growing very well. If it is cleaned up and eats a few good foods, maybe it is still a beautiful woman. If I press the question that this woman is afraid of herself, sitting up slightly looks solemn and serious. Asked:

"What is your name? Are the Taiwanese who escaped with you at the time?"

As soon as the woman heard it, her heart suddenly tightened. In her heart, the dark road ‘come’, the huge fear once again hit her heart, and the sly mouth spit gently:

"Liu Manman... There were five people who had escaped with me at the time. All of them except me were dead..."

After that, Liu Manman couldn't help but look around and look at a thin, dark boy who was looking at her not far away. The little boy didn't look at her, but stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes of hatred. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed Liu Man. Mann’s eyes saw that the child, who was only four or five years old, had a brow furrow. He didn’t think that this little child had anything to do with Liu Manman, and asked aloud:

"Are they so dead? Starved to death? Or was they eaten by zombies?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s question caused the woman to tremble. At that moment, the child couldn’t help it anymore. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in Japanese, and the woman couldn’t control it anymore, and shouted at Zhang Xiaoqiang’s feet. Road:

"Don't hurt my child..."

"Your child?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked Liu Manman in a puzzled way, squinting at the child who could run away like a gust of wind~lightnovelpub.net~ then aggravated the tone and asked:

"So why do you speak Japanese?"

"Because his father is Japanese, if not, I can't live..." Liu Manman looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang with his praying eyes, and the crystal tears were the only clean things on her face. Under the cheeks, the dirt on her face rushed out of the two dirty gullies, and heard the words of Liu Manman. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s head was about to explode, and suddenly got up and pointed at the group of men who were forced to kneel on the ground by survivors. Loudly shouted:

"Is they doing it? Are they killing your colleagues?"

Liu Manman silently looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang just crying, but it was the default Zhang Xiaoqiang said, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly indecently devalued the Japanese in his heart, pushed Liu Manman away, got up and walked to the group of men, with a spray The fire-like eyes stared at them. The survivors surrounded by these men did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s anger was an anger against all Japanese, eagerly staring at Zhang Xiaoqiang, the sword in his hand kept turning, always ready to go to the ground. Group of men cut down.

"Gossip...." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the people on the ground and opened his mouth. He wanted to use Chinese, but he was afraid that the other party could not understand. He could only use the Japanese vocabulary he was most familiar with, and he was pulled out after the big bang. The huge knives are ready to sweep down. I don’t know how to use them. The more than 30 survivors screamed like wild beasts. The first step was a knife, and dozens of men were instantly slaughtered, letting Zhang Xiaoqiang Surprised, looking at the blood on the ground eroded to his feet, a bad smell in his heart suddenly dissipated, turned to think about it, the Japanese are not good things, when they are not enough to eat themselves Don't expect the Chinese to get their rations. On the contrary, the generosity and hospitality of the Chinese will allow foreigners to receive the same treatment. This is the difference between the cultural traditions on both sides.