There was no need to let Zhang Xiaoqiang wait too long, Yuan Yi, who had a calm face, strolled back to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, ignoring the surprise in the eyes of others, first looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and saw that he had not changed during the time he left, so he stood silently behind him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang received a few smugness from the eyes of others, and he didn't ask Yuan Yi how he was doing, he believed her, turned his head to look at Huang Quan who was standing beside him, and nodded.

"All of them, get into position."

Huang Quan shouted, and the team members and militiamen picked up their respective guys, entered the trench they had dug before, and looked calmly at the rippling lake waves in the distance.

"Bring it ......"

Three writhing sacks were dragged down from the truck parked on the side, and when they got closer, the sacks were untied, and three unkempt heads like bird's nests poked out, they were gifts, gifts from the women's battalion to the camp, and tokens of reparation, they were all captured that night, and they were locked up in the camp for three days, starved for three days, and at this moment, they were the scarecrows who attracted the big fish ashore.

The three of them were frightened in their eyes, their faces were panicked, and they wanted to twist their necks to see where they were, but they were pressed to the ground by the team members and couldn't move.

"Hmm...... Let's get started......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the three people at his feet and ordered softly, there was no pity, no joy, and no pride when he took the lives of others, in his eyes, these three people were no longer people, since they were not regarded by him as people, they naturally did not need to show more emotions.

Six members of the team stepped forward and dragged the three men who were tied up to the lake, and the three of them also saw where they went, they knew what kind of place it was, and if anyone was caught eating people in the gathering place, the final outcome would be to be thrown to the lake and eaten by fish.

Their hungry and weak bodies regained their new strength, and they struggled desperately, their bodies low on the ground, their feet kicked violently on the ground, kicking up pieces of mud and sand, and the flying yellow dust was dissipated by the wind blowing in the lake before it could be swept up in the air.

Three desperate men struggled on the ground like dead fish, and their struggles also fell into the eyes of the militiamen who were struggling in their hearts, and seeing the means and determination of the convoy, their hearts jumped like drums like falling into an ice cellar, and their liver and intestines were cold, and there was no longer the previous tension and pulsation, only a gloom remained.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were dragged to the lake, one of them, the tallest and the largest, who had a sideways face, and now the man with a desolate face was dragged to the lake and knelt.

The previous struggle exhausted his last bit of strength, he gave up, let the team pull him over like a soft-faced man, kneeling by the lake, he looked down at the clear waves below him, the pure lake water illuminated his cheeks, the man looked at his reflection in the water in a daze, the man in the water was skinny, no longer arrogant and flamboyant, his beard was unkempt, his eyes were dead, and the dead ashes slowly brightened up in his eyes.

The man didn't care about the big knife raised by the team members around him, he carefully looked at his face, the reflection in the water was him, it was his appearance in this world, it was the appearance in the eyes of others, he seemed to look at his own appearance for the first time, the reflection in the water would shine the worst scene in his life, and it was so perfect in his eyes, it was nothing else, just him, he looked at the reflection woodenly, and the sharp knife surface flashed in the sunlight and sparkled a dazzling light across the corner of his eyes.

He flew in the air, like a bird, the headless corpse by the lake that was spurting blood and fell to the side, the team members who were retracting their long knives, and the two companions who were kneeling on the ground not far away all fell into his eyes, but he didn't look at it much, everything had nothing to do with him, he was flying, he was free, he was a bird, he wanted to fly a little higher, until, he was buried by Qingbo.

Ripples rippled in the calm lake water, ripples circled the earth into the distance, a splash, the lake water on the shore turned from clear to blood red, and the second round began.

The previous scene fell into the eyes of the second person, he saw from the beginning to the end, it was really his turn, his heart was calm, although the dirty cloth that gagged his mouth had been removed, he did not shout wails or beg for mercy, he was very cooperative, and took the initiative to struggle to the lake, without pulling, he knelt on the blood-soaked ground.

The lake has been soaked in blood, he can't see his reflection like the first man, he has no regrets, and the original conjecture of being eaten alive by the big fish, being liberated by a knife is not a pleasure, with a better choice, he is satisfied, can not be too greedy, be a hard man, be a survivor of a gathering place is more bitter, it is better to be liberated.

The head of the man flew, and the fountain-like blood brought a long ripple of blood to the farther side of the lake, and the head fell into the water, but the body did not fall, still kneeling, as if leaving the last trace of longing for the world.

The player with the machete on his back wiped the tiny beads of blood that had fallen on his face with his sleeve, raised his foot and kicked the corpse into the lake, and turned to look at the third man, who was also the thinnest and the least courageous, the man did not have the calmness of the previous two, lying on the ground and curled into a ball, and under him, a puddle of water stains slowly seeped into the dirt.

"Phew......" The nephew spat on his hand, looking at the third person with a look of contempt in his eyes, he would not admire others because of their senselessness, nor would he be soft for the cowardice of others.

The footsteps of the executioner strolling towards him, like a shocking wave hitting the man's heart, the man was not lying on the ground wet with his own urine at the moment, he seemed to be lying on the air compressor, and the frequency of trembling all over his body took the executioner's eyes.

"Ahh

The man could no longer bear the superposition of fear, and rolled on the ground where he was struggling, wet soil, urine stains, dried grass roots, and large patches of dust all over him, and waited until the executioner came to him, and watched the guy make himself like this, and did not know where to catch him, and looked casually, and saw that he had not yet gotten his own hair into the urine, although it was also very dirty, and it was greasy and astigmatism.

"Ah...... Spare ...... Spare ...... Grandpa, if you let me go, I will make you a cow and a horse......"

The man was dragged by the executioner by the hair and dragged on the ground, and the man tossed on the ground despite the huge pain in his scalp, tears and snot fell together, and his mouth was still screaming words for mercy.

The executioner's palm was as cold as iron, how could he be impressed? Dragged him silently, like a machine, the man's fear of death was more than anything else, he shook his head and tore at the hair that was grabbed in his big hands, and finally he managed to break out.

The executioner only felt a light hand, the man broke free from his hand, the only thing still in his hand was a handful of dirty hair, seeing the man rolling on the ground, the executioner was angry, threw away the dirty hair in his hand, stepped forward and flew up, kicked the man in the chin.

The man screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground, mixed with a few teeth, and then he was kicked by the executioner like a ball, and the man screamed and was kicked into the puddle of blood by the lake, and at this moment he still did not give up, jumping like a shrimp in a pot, trying to break free from the rope that bound him, and the howl and begging for mercy in his mouth never broke.

The long knife was raised, and the target was the man's neck, and there was nothing else in the man's frightened eyes, as long as the guillotine knife was raised high, and suddenly, he shouted a large number of words in his heart:

"I'm useful...... I have a useful ...... I'll make explosives, I'll make explosives......"