"It's impossible, it's not right! Oh my God, that's not right! ”

Old man Liu couldn't believe what he saw, he didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, he shouted, struggled, stood up again and again, and was pushed down again and again by the soldiers who escorted him.

Not far from him, the black-clad warrior fell to his knees, wrapped in oil-soaked cow tendon cords, and two long knives resting around his neck.

Farther away, rows of corpses were stacked in rows, along with hundreds of wounded soldiers wrapped in strips of cloth wailing.

The young villagers were forced to carry water to wash the puddles of blood that had accumulated on the ground, and to use rakes to pull fallen teeth and bone slag out of the dirt.

The women were taking care of the wounded, but the rough country women did not know how to take the bones, and there were not enough men in the fort, so the wounded soldiers howled even more as they were treated.

None of the corpses in that row died at the hands of the black-clothed samurai, they were all manslaughtered at the moment of the volley of firearms.

Xu Qingsong sat on a Taishi chair in front of the black-clothed warrior with a pale face, and his broken leg and severed hand were splint. On the other Taishi chair beside him sat Jiang Ping, who was hanging his arm.

Jiang Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and stood proudly behind the black-armored warrior, one of the knives on the black-armored warrior's neck, the handle of the knife was in his hand.

"Uncle, the little nephew will use a little trick to capture this invading enemy and send it to his uncle."

Xu Qingsong nodded slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, nephew, if it weren't for you today, I'm afraid I would have been harmed by this madman!" ”

He looked at the pile of corpses and the group of wounded soldiers in the distance, and was afraid for a while, this time Xujiabao was greatly injured, many people died, more people were injured, and most of the wounded soldiers were disabled.

But he thinks it's worth it, no matter how many deaths and injuries are doubled, it's worth it!

Xu Qingsong stared at the black-armored warrior hatefully, gritted his teeth and said, "You are definitely not an idle person!" Who sent you, is it the old man's man? ”

The black-clothed warrior was still bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

The black bat armor, which was almost invulnerable, had been torn open in several places in the last battle, and under each tear of the armor was a hideous wound like a child's open mouth.

"Don't you say yes?" Xu Qingsong said gloomily: "I will make you regret giving birth!" I'll crush every bone of yours! Pull out every tooth you have! Tear every inch of your skin! ”

The black-clothed warrior was still silent, like a meteorite made of molten black iron, which had already released all the light and heat, peeling away all the obscured dust and mud stones, leaving only a core that was harder than iron and colder than ice.

"Grab all those untouchables, and I'm going to take care of this bat monster in front of these untouchables!"

Xu Qingsong howled hysterically and ordered.

Meng Xing's state of mind was very peaceful, and he felt that it was enough for him to have such a last flash in his life.

After the hustle and bustle, it should be silent, and the last time in life is crazy, it is better than the walking dead to survive, this life can be regarded as the end, but I don't know if there is an afterlife.

He is not afraid of death, is he afraid of pain even if he is not afraid of death? What's more, he has been specially trained to endure great pain that ordinary people can't bear, breaking bones, extracting teeth, and peeling skins, which are nothing.

It's a pity...... If you want to be a fool, when you die, he doesn't understand what Ah Fu is, and he doesn't understand what Ah Fu is going to do.

"Meng Xingsoul, you won't give up so simply, muttering in your heart, 'I have no regrets in my career, I can't cut off my head but a big scar, and I will be a good man again in eighteen years', and then wait for death with peace of mind?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Ah Fu's disgusting voice came to his ears, and Meng Xingsoul didn't want to deal with him, so he regarded it as the noise of flies buzzing.

"Master Bu has actually been beaten all over his body like you, and he was caught, threatening to break his body into pieces."

Ah Fu Ke didn't care what Meng Xing Soul thought, and said to himself.

"Master Bu is also a human, he is not a god, and his martial arts are not as high as you, so he is often beaten very badly, and he often faces this almost certain death, but do you know what he did after he was captured and abolished?"

At the last moment of his life, Meng Xingsoul didn't want to listen to Ah Fu's noise, but he couldn't help but be attracted by his words.

In fact, he has begun to believe that there is such a hero as Bruce in the world, and if everything is Ah Fu's fiction, Ah Fu's ability to make up stories is too powerful.

What's more, he wore the armor of Bu Daxia, used Bu Daxia's darts, rode Bu Daxia's bat, and saw Bu Daxia's manor and bat cave.

He admires Bu Daxia very much, if Bu Daxia is his father is not made up by Ah Fu, then he will definitely be proud of having such a father.

So he was a little curious, wanting to know what to do if Bu Daxia faced this situation.

"Bu Daxia never gives up hope of life! Because he knows that if he dies, there will be one less chivalrous man in this world who can make the wicked feel terrified, and the wicked will think that even the cloth hero can be killed, and there will be no great characters in the world who can stop them from doing evil! ”

"Even if it is to prevent the wicked who killed him from running rampant, he has to struggle to live, even if his leg is crippled, his martial arts are abolished, and he is thrown into the bottomless pit, he has to rack his brains to find a way to live, find a way to stand up, find a way to climb out of the pit, and find a way to become Batman again!"

"He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that his death will make the people's lives more miserable! In fact, he was covered with dark wounds, his body and mind had reached the limit of what people could bear, and it was more painful to live than to die, but he didn't want to die and didn't want to die! ”

Meng Xingsoul trembled when he heard this, and the heartstrings that were as calm as stopping water before resounded again.

yes, what's the big deal about not being afraid of death? Bu Daxia is afraid of death, but this fear of death is really amazing!

"Meng Xingsoul, it doesn't matter if you want to die, but have you ever lived?"

Ah Fu's question came from his ears again, and this question hit the weakness of Meng Xing's soul.

Did he live?

Murder, drinking, gambling, throwing money, looking for girls, fantasizing about the body of a tall boss, lying on a stone looking at the stars, hiding in a log cabin and vomiting......

Is this called living?

In this life, there was only that short outburst a moment ago, and Meng Xingsoul understood what it was like to "live", it felt very cool, very happy, and very enjoyable! It's bloody!

Would love to come back again.

Only when you have lived once will you know how beautiful it feels to live, and you will begin to be "afraid of death".

Meng Xingsoul was suddenly a little afraid of death.

"I'll tell you two things in the end. The first thing is that no matter what the result is, I won't go to the Happy Forest to kill people, and the second thing is that I won't save you, more than three hundred miles, I can't fly even if I can. ”

After saying this, there was a stabbing sound, and the ears fell silent again.