There is no need for Zhang Xiaoqiang to wait for a long time. Yuan Yi, with a calm face, walks back to Zhang Xiaoqiang, ignoring the surprise in other people's eyes. First, he looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang and sees that there is no change in his class during the period of his departure, so he stands quietly behind him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang received several complains from other people's eyes, but he didn't ask Yuan Yi how he was doing. He believed her, turned his head and looked at the yellow spring standing beside him and nodded.
"All of you, enter the position."
With a yell from the yellow spring, the team members and the militiamen all picked up their own guys and entered the trench they had dug before, gazing at the rippling Lake waves in the distance.
"Bring it up..."
Three wriggling sacks were pulled down from the truck parked on one side. When they came near, the sacks were untied, and the heads of the three bird's nest like dishevelled heads protruded out. They were gifts from the women's camp, gifts from the camp, and tokens of apology. They were all captured that night, and they were locked up in the camp for three days, After three days of starvation, they are the Scarecrows who attract the big fish to the shore.
Three people in the eyes of panic, face panic, want to twist their neck to see where they are, but the players will face dead pressure on the ground can't move.
"Well... Let's go
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the three people at his feet and gave orders in a low voice. There was no pity, no joy, and no pride when he took the lives of others. In his eyes, these three people were not human. Since they were not treated as human beings by him, they naturally did not have to show more emotions.
Six members of the team came forward and dragged the three men to the lake. They also saw where they were. They knew where they were. If anyone was caught eating people, they would be thrown to the lake and eaten by fish.
They were hungry, and their bodies were powerless. They were struggling desperately. Their bodies were low on the ground, and their feet were kicking fiercely on the ground, kicking up pieces of sand. Before the flying yellow dust was rolled up in the air, it was dissipated by the lake wind.
The three desperate men are struggling on the ground like dead fish, and their struggle also falls into the eyes of those frustrated militia. Seeing the means and determination of the motorcade, their hearts are beating like drums, and their hearts are falling into the ice cellar. They are cold. There is no longer the previous tension and pulse, and only a piece of gloom is left.
In the twinkling of an eye, three people were dragged to the lake. One of them, the tallest and the biggest, had a horizontal face. Now the desolate man was dragged to the lake and knelt down.
The previous struggle exhausted his last strength. He lost his heart and let the team members pull him over like a soft faced man. Kneeling by the lake, he looked down at the clear waves under him. The pure lake water reflected his face. The man was staring at his reflection in the water. The man in the water was no longer as arrogant and arrogant as before. His hair and beard were puffy and his eyes were dead, The dead ashes slowly brightened in my eyes.
The man didn't care about the big knife held by the players around him. He carefully looked at his face. The reflection in the water was him, his appearance in the world, his appearance in other people's eyes. It was as if he was looking at himself for the first time. The reflection in the water reflected the worst scene of his life, and it was so perfect in his eyes. It was nothing else but him, He looked at the reflection, sharp blade in the sun flashed a dazzle across the corner of his eye.
He flies in the air, like a bird. The headless corpse by the lake, which is slanting to one side with blood fountain, the team member who is recovering the long sword, and two companions who are kneeling on the ground not far away, all fall in his eyes, but he doesn't look at them. Everything has nothing to do with him. He is flying, he is free, he is a bird, he wants to fly higher, until he is buried by Qingbo.
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