They beat and vented their anger and grief on the teacher. The pain of the merciless fists on the body made the teacher feel unparalleled fear for the first time.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The fighters shouted, while the slaves were frightened and confused. The old man who was first dragged onto the high platform was yelling like crazy and retreating desperately!

He cried and whined, and Lao Bai pulled his hands. His wrists were as thin as branches that would break with just a slight bend.

For some reason, Lao Bai felt sad about this.

The sharp pitchfork penetrated the human body very easily. The old slave screamed in terror, then wailed in despair and collapse, and then started to be strangely tempted - he stood up, and the old slave who had been huddled in the shack all year round

For the first time, his back was so straight, and he stared at the corpse in front of him, with an indescribable light in his eyes.

Just like the sun, it is only cold white at first, but in the end it rises brilliantly, illuminating the whole world with golden brilliance, giving color and vitality to all things!

"Ahhh! Go to hell! Go to hell!" The old man's eyes were red, and he stabbed the teacher's eyes and nostrils with a fork. The anger full of murderous intent was about to burn out the little life he had left.

All.

He still remembered that night, his thin son was so tired that he fainted briefly while moving the goods. Then these people took out sticks and severely broke his limbs, admiring this ferociously.

The poor man begged helplessly and miserably, looking at his pain, and in order to make him suffer even more, he threw his young grandson to death.

The old man once thought about it, why are they so different in life even though they look the same, with one head and two hands?

Why is this constant pain felt in the body so unbearable?

Why? No one answered him, as if this was just a matter of course. Gradually, the old man also felt that it was a matter of course.

Human adaptability is top-notch among all living things. Whether it is jungles or swamps, extremely cold ice fields or the endless Gobi, humans are everywhere on the planet. After nature's cruel hunting and volcanic eruptions,

After typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis, meteorite impacts and other disasters, human beings still persist tenaciously!

But habit is a terrible instinct.

"Mr. Lu Xun said... If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence." A comrade murmured softly as he looked at the old man whipping the corpse with mad excitement.

"What did you say?"

"This is a sentence the leader occasionally said at night. I wrote it down. Although I don't know who Lu Xun is, this sentence gave me strength."

"..." The other person was silent for a moment, "When this battle is over, you can be responsible for promoting the ideas of Political Commissar Ling."

"Don't wait for the day to come, seize the day and night." This comrade showed a warm smile, turned around and walked into the big proletarian family, and began to speak loudly about their ideals.

He told these people that you can do the same.

When you can't muster the courage, just look at us.

"Come on, ah, ah, ah!"

The slaves raised their shovels and forks and roared towards the gathering place in the city, fighting to the bitter end against their unwilling fate!

It’s very interesting that no matter what era, this slogan is the simplest and clearest. Silent apes, cute cats and dogs, ferocious beasts, soldiers who regard death as home... shout, try their best, and fight.

A cry for freedom from the depths of the soul!

The piano music deep in Area 11 suddenly became passionate. The soft sofas wrapped around the fat bodies. They closed their eyes and enjoyed it. This was a banquet that the big shots must hold every week.

The noisy footsteps and shouts in the corridor outside the door made some people open their eyes in dissatisfaction.

"boom!"

The guard rushed in with panic on his face, "Adults, we must immediately..."

"Why are you panicking!" the district chief of District 11 reprimanded solemnly. His small mung bean eyes were full of cruelty and ferocity. He sneered and had already thought of how to execute this handsome young man.

"Outside!"

The noble man instinctively looked out and saw the army of skinny people, shabby clothes and expressionless faces pouring into the street.

"What is this?" the mayor of District 11 said with a expressionless face and a touch of sarcasm, "livestock parade?"

"What can a pitchfork and a skinny body do? I don't know... Just watch, these weak pigs will give up after killing a few people. I will let them know the price of doing such a thing.

.”

The big shots in District 11 watched the untouchables charge. Those heavy batons and fire axes would kill them in one hit. However, these untouchables did not step forward, but used a two-meter-long fork without any control.

Almost instantly, the defense line of the guards was broken through!

They were pushed to the ground by crowds from all directions, their weapons were taken away, and they were beaten to death!

Looking at the neglected body lying on the ground... The district chief of District 11 was sweating. He couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up in a hurry and ordered to the soldier who first reported the news: "You protect

I leave."

"Okay, sir."

The District Chief of District 11 was in a hurry. He was in a panic. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he fell into the hands of these untouchables. When he passed by the soldier, the handsome soldier turned his hand and inserted the blade into the District Chief's throat.

inside.

This was a fatal injury, but with a short groan, the district chief fell to the ground. The handsome soldier calmly took out a fine knife hidden in his sleeve and wiped it with his fingers, "Throat, temple, penis,

The three major weaknesses of men, or common human problems, seem to be very effective."

"You, who are you?"

"Me? I am a ball of flame, a will. At this time, I am no longer me, but the knife in the hands of the Avengers." Lingpanwei touched the knife on the neck of the district chief of District 11, and touched the stained

With blood stains on his face, he showed a satisfied smile and said to the pale-faced big shot, "I'm here to kill you."

A man with an unblinking gaze, wearing a crooked military uniform, strode into the room and said, "Political Commissar Ling, the tower has been cleared."

"Thank you, comrade, your tie is crooked. As a soldier, please pay attention to your image."

The man moved the cloth that was about to strangle him uncomfortably: "Political Commissar, when will we launch a general attack?"

"How's the arsenal going?"

"Under siege, everything goes well."

"Let's go."

"Yes! We will never allow failure!"
Chapter completed!