All the people who threw themselves at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side felt that their waist was slightly cool, and then they felt that they were much lighter, as if they had suddenly thrown away the burden of many years. Before they could get rid of this short relaxation, their bodies suddenly fell down, and they were half short out of thin air. A strong pain came from their waist and abdomen, stabbing their nerves.
With a scream, one after another scream sounded, a man only left the upper half of the pestle in the sand, thighs and buttocks fell to one side, blood such as water, spread out a big one, not only the blood spring from their chest and abdomen, into the ground slowly spread.
With the outflow of blood, all kinds of internal organs also trickle out, most of which are the intestines of different thicknesses. In the wailing sound, the men who were cut by the waist are sober. They slowly taste the pain of fear and tearing in despair, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's knife is drawn at will.
The parts of the rat King blade cut on those men are also different. Some are on the upper side, others are on the lower side. The lucky ones wave from their chest, and they will lose their breath after three or two wails. Those who row below can only watch the blood and internal organs flow out of their waist in the wails.
A man is afraid to accept the reality. He lies on the ground, grabs a handful of intestines and wants to go back to his abdominal cavity. Because he can't see it, he fumbles on the ground at will. Inadvertently, he fills other people's intestines into his abdominal cavity.
All the people on the other side were speechless. They watched their opposite companions suffer more and more, especially when they saw that one of them stuffed other people's intestines into his own stomach. His heart was like a big hammer. No one thought of doing anything more, and no one knew what to do, They are just silly to see their companions struggling in the pool of blood, rolling in a section of the intestines.
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A man howls. He throws away Zhang Xiaoqiang as if he were throwing away a red iron. He sits on the ground, kicks his feet, pours on the bloody sand, holds his hands back on the ground, and climbs backward. In his eyes, there are only those comrades struggling in hell. It's not in his mind what's going on and what's going on and what's going on and what's going on, I don't know anything, only the companion who wails and struggles, and the shocking red.
The man's scream mixed in the wail of a scream is not obvious, this sound is like a trivial scream, awakened other men, they did not go to take the rat King blade in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, even if he is so weak.
Fear can be contagious. The fear of death is that life is worse than death. A group of Liezi, who are alive, show up in front of them bloody. Their fear of life is worse than death. They climb backward with all their limbs like the previous man.
One, two, three·······
When all the men moved away from Zhang Xiaoqiang, he felt a burst of difficulty and relief. The chain was still wrapped around his legs, and the big net was still on him. He could only see the blue sky in his eyes through the mesh.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand tightly holds the rat King blade, powerlessly hanging outside. There is a big crack on the right side of the big net, and the blood stains the breach red. Five men wail and struggle on one side. One of them loses his strength and falls into the soil soaked by blood. The bloody soil is embedded in his mouth and nose, and he slowly dies in suffocation.
Lord Xiong stands not far away with his chain dart and stares at Zhang Xiaoqiang. He is also frightened. He is an old man who is used to seeing life and death. He once carried more than ten lives in the dead world. He has seen a lot of tragedies of all kinds of dead people. Today, he is scared. Up to now, he has been killed by himself and injured by stray bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang has killed more than 40 people, and the rest are scared to become useless.
From the beginning to the end, he saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang's means were not surprising. What amazing means could a man who even had to walk in a wheelchair have? In addition to his uncanny shooting skills, his guns are not in his hands now, and people are caught in a big net. Even his disabled legs are trapped by himself, which has become fish on the chopping board. Why does this man not give up at the last moment?
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