Along the way, Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu encountered all kinds of wandering militants, and they all chose to bypass them carefully. This is Myanmar, Myanmar, which has never been peaceful. No one knows which armed force these militants belong to. The armed forces in Myanmar are almost hundreds, even hundreds, and almost all are concentrated in the northern and eastern Kin Sanktaka areas.

Most of these armed forces are average, but they are extremely good at mountain and jungle combat. They are born to be warriors in this terrain. If you can avoid it, you can avoid it. If you really can't avoid it, you can't avoid it.

"Bang bang..."

"Da da da...da da da..."

“…”

The crisp gunfire sounded from not far away, and another armed organization was fighting. And the smoke was rolling in the place where the gunfire sounded, and it should have been a fire. If you guessed correctly, it was an armed organization attacking a hostile ethnic village.

More than a dozen civilians fled north along the path, including men, women, and even elderly and children. They all looked frightened and were eager to escape from the hunt. Unfortunately, they were destined to be unable to escape. Five or six militants were already chasing from behind with guns.

"Avoid" Long Xiaoqi made a sound.

The fleeing civilians followed the small path and ran towards them. In order to reduce right and wrong, the two immediately chose to avoid it, entered the woods next to them, and hid themselves with the help of big trees and bushes.

"Bang"

"puff"

The gunshot sounded, and a man was shot in the back and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Kill, kill..."

“…”

The militants chasing him laughed loudly, holding guns like hunting, shooting and killing civilians from unknown groups one by one.

"Bang"

"puff"

"Bang"

“…”

Several men running behind protecting women, children and elderly people were killed in an instant. The militants stopped shooting and rushed over quickly, surrounding the remaining people.

Surrounded by the siege, the remaining civilians immediately knelt on the ground and cried to beg for mercy to the militants. Perhaps this was what they could do in the end, they could not escape and could not resist, so they could only beg for mercy, in order to allow their humble life to survive. Perhaps this is the meaning of life, instinctive begging for mercy, instinctive instinct drives the final struggle to survive.

A leading militant scolded loudly there, pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation at the head of an old man.

"Bang"

A splatter of blood burst out, and the old man lay down on the ground and died.

"ah……"

A woman saw the old man dead and rushed towards the militants like a madman. Her dark face was filled with grief. It seemed that the dead old man was the person she was closest to, perhaps her old father.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Bang"

The militant leader laughed and raised his pistol and pulled the trigger casually.

"puff"

The bullet penetrated from the woman's chest and penetrated from her back, bringing up a bunch of blood and taking away her life.

"Plop"

The woman fell at the feet of the militant leader, and her body twitched...

Seeing this scene, Han Hu's eyes burst out with anger and slowly picked up the gun. But as soon as he picked up the gun, Long Xiaoqi grabbed it and pressed it down hard. This is not the time to attack, definitely not the time to attack.

"This is a massacre, not what the soldiers do." Han Hu whispered to Long Xiaoqi: "Kill them."

"It's not difficult to kill them, but what's behind them?" Long Xiaoqi stared at Han Hu and said, "We are not here to destroy the militants. We are on the mission. Kill? If these militants are killed, more of their people will come soon. We are not angels to save humanity. We are just passers-by, do you understand?"

Han Hu put down his gun hatefully, and he admitted that Long Xiaoqi was right. They were just passers-by and were not angels to save humanity at all. Killing these militants would be really a very troublesome thing. They could only watch and watch a massacre proceed. When the massacre is over, they would continue to rush. This is not indifference, but helplessness.

The militant leader shouted loudly, waved his pistol and pressed it against the heads of the remaining five women. The armed personnel around him laughed wildly, and everyone cheered. In this cheering, the armed leader became even more proud. He turned around in the same circle, posed awkward dance moves, and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang"

An older woman was beaten to death by her head and lying on the ground.

There were four women and two children left. The older boy, about teenager, hugged the younger girl tightly, and the two children were probably brothers and sisters. At this moment, the two children had forgotten to cry and just stared in their terrified eyes.

At this moment, the armed leader waved his pistol and shouted, pointing to the forest where Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu were hiding.

After receiving the order, a group of militants came to the place with women kneeling on the ground. They shouted and laughed, and came to enjoy their trophy. The women knew what their destiny would be, and they cried bitterly, but unfortunately they could not change their destiny.

The armed leader stood in front of the two children and looked at it. He smashed the boy's head with a gun, knocked him out, and then took out a piece of candy and handed it to the little girl who was only seven or eight years old.

The little girl who lost her brother's protection shook and didn't know what to do.

“Hahahahaha…”

The armed leader laughed wildly, and carried the little girl up and walked towards the woods. He peeled the little girl clean like a beast, and then took off his pants with a swagger.

This is the fate of the loser. Soldiers will die, men will die, and the women and even girls who stay will become objects that the winners will play with. The damage to war has never been a soldier, and the trauma of war will always be borne by the lowest class people.

The little girl had no idea what fate she was going to face. She was like a pure and beautiful little lamb, standing in front of the armed leader blankly, looking at the other party showing an ugly and disgusting body.

The armed leader is laughing, laughing, laughing...

"boom"

A strong wind rose, and Long Xiaoqi rushed from the bushes next to him and stabbed the armed leader from bottom to top. He used the Mad Dog tactical knife to stab the opponent from bottom to top.

"laugh"

The sharp saber penetrated the chin of the armed leader and reached the opponent's brain, and then the saber rotated and pulled out.

"Wow"

The hot blood gushed out, scalding heavily on Long Xiaoqi's right hand holding the knife, making his eyes even more cruel and vicious.

Yes, I'm not an angel, but I can become a butcher

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Chapter completed!