"The Tian family has few idle months, and people are more busy in May.
The wind blows in the south at night, and the wheat covers the yellow mountains.
...
The feet steam the heat and the earthy atmosphere, and the back burns the sun.
I don’t know how hot I can do, but I cherish the long summer.
…”
This poem by Bai Juyi, "Watching the Wheat" describes the hard and miserable life of a farmer harvesting wheat in the hot summer.
But at this time, Wen Zilong used it to describe himself as the people who harvested these CWCs and the lives of the mercenaries in the dark water.
This is indeed the case.
He jumped into the crowd of more than 150 people.
Just like a harvester, it reaps human life.
The two mercenaries on the left raised their guns and tried to shoot at him.
He swung his tail.
Crack Crack Crack –
While the two of them flew backwards for more than twenty meters, their ribs had broken on their chests.
Several mercenaries on the right wanted to escape.
Wen Zilong shook his head and directly knocked these people into the river.
You know, the river here is turbulent and falls, and the mortality rate is almost 90%.
Like Zaire Ebola.
As for those CWC staff, in front of Wen Zilong, they were like mud-cup-paste.
Wen Zilong is constantly reaping his lives.
"Oh, God, save me!"
"Oh my God, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"Damn it, run away!"
These guys kept screaming and avoiding them.
Wen Zilong had no mercy in his heart.
Now I know that I have escaped?
How did you treat the guide's family just now?
Especially the white-headed devil.
In Wen Zilong's opinion, this guy is the culprit.
He must die!
While reaping these lives, he walked towards the white-headed devil.
Bullets around him kept flying towards him.
But when it hit him, it seemed to hit him on an iron plate.
Sparks kept rising from him.
When he came to the guide, he held his collar with his teeth.
Then he swung it violently, threw it out more than 20 meters, allowing him to leave the battlefield.
The guide was stunned, and then quickly fled towards the direction of his tribe members.
When the Wagnians saw the guide back, they were both surprised and happy.
What was shocked was that the sudden appearance of the crocodile launched a crazy massacre at the foreigners.
So will they be massacred?
I'm glad that this guide is back.
They would not take advantage of the chaos to cross the river and leave here.
On the turbulent river bank, there is a wooden bridge built of wood and is only more than two meters wide.
The patriarch quickly gave orders to everyone:
"Cross the bridge, everyone will cross the bridge immediately!"
So the more than 500 people hurriedly walked from the bridge to the other side of the river.
After crossing the bridge, everyone looked back.
I saw that more than 150 foreigners had been massacred nearly half.
The patriarch was shocked and ordered to the clan members:
"Burn off the bridge, burn it quickly!"
Of course, burning the bridge was not to stop the terrifying giant crocodile.
The giant crocodile can dive, but even if the bridge is burned, it cannot be stopped.
They just wanted to stop these foreigners.
As long as the bridge is burned, they will be very sad for a short time.
Then the Wagnians can take the opportunity to escape.
Soon, a fire broke out on the bridge.
Some mercenaries wanted to learn from the Wagnians and escape from the bridge.
But as soon as they escaped halfway and saw a fire on the other side, their faces changed drastically.
There was a fire in front, and there were terrifying giant crocodile on the shore behind;
Below is a turbulent river that basically falls.
At this time, they have no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
Wen Zilong rushed to the bridge and easily killed these people.
He returned to the shore and continued to massacre.
But at this moment, the white-haired devil had already arrived on the military vehicle.
He carried a rocket launcher directly from the trunk of the car.
Then he aimed at Wen Zilong.
Wen Zilong was about to rise and suddenly felt something was wrong.
When I turned around, I saw that the white-headed devil was carrying a rocket launcher toward him.
He instinctively wanted to hide.
And he also has a golden bell cover that can withstand the attack of this rocket.
However, after hesitating for a while, he gave up these thoughts.
Haven't you always wanted to break into two parts?
But because it hurts so much, I can't make up my mind.
Isn't this an opportunity now?
However, if you really break into two pieces, you will be unable to move for at least seven or eight hours.
He didn't believe that this white-headed devil would let his two bodies be placed there like the previous CWC employees.
So you have to find the right angle and pose.
Not only did he want to blow himself into two pieces, but he also wanted to quickly disappear from their sight after breaking into two pieces.
Wen Zilong's heart moved slightly and came up with an idea.
While continuing to massacre a few people, he moved to a place close to the river bank.
One step to the right is the river bank.
Keep your body parallel to the river bank.
This makes it easier for rockets to hit their waists.
While posing, he said:
"Have a moment, the angle is a bit unadjusted. I'll move a little more."
After he was sure that his posture was set, he smiled and blinked at the white-headed devil with his left eye:
"Fire at me!"
Seeing this guy so arrogant, the white-headed devil roared: "Go to die!"
The right hand pulled the trigger.
call out--
The rocket flew towards Wen Zilong like a broom star.
Wen Zilongyan suddenly regretted it as the broom star got closer and closer.
It hurts to be blown into two pieces!
"Wait, I regret it, I regret it..."
boom--
The Rockets accept no rebuttal.
A loud bang drowns Wen Zilong's screams.
The flames soaring into the sky rose, and Wen Zilong was directly blown into two sections.
Under the impact of the shock wave, fly towards the river.
Plop-
These two sections of the body fell directly into the river, splashing waves more than five meters high.
Wen Zilong's body was quickly swallowed by the river.
The severe pain from the fracture made Wen Zilong faint quickly.
Before he fainted, he looked at the river that swallowed him, roaring like a beast.
In my mind, there was no time when a vast and magnificent singing sounded:
The rolling Yangtze River is full of water, and the chrysanthemums wash away all the heroes...
On the bank of the river, the white-headed devil saw Wen Zilong being blown into two pieces with his own eyes, and he felt a little happy.
A mercenary next to him also said:
"That devil is finally dead!"
"It's strange if I've been bombed into two pieces!"
"Damn it, killing so many of us is so cheap to die once!"
"This guy is simply a devil, killing people is like harvesting!"
Looking at the corpses around, the mercenaries said one after another.
"But fortunately, this guy died, otherwise I don't know how many people would die."
The white-headed devil also breathed a sigh of relief.
That guy was finally killed.
However, what made the white-headed devil a little uneasy was that the giant crocodile seemed to have given up its resistance before he died.
And it seemed like he was posing for the rocket.
Chapter completed!