"Love."

"impossible."

"One ten is not left in the swamp"

The non-commissioned officer holding an automatic rifle at the fence looked over here, and Shi Nengren wanted to wave his hand to drive them back. If the slaves broke through the fence and arrived at the Western Malaysia market, there would be too many things to do...

One kilometer further ahead is the ferry to Mara City. As long as they get on the boat and go down the river, they can not only escape from the control of Xijiang Water Village, but also go to other city-states.

Thinking of the collective escape of slaves and the danger of the brigade merchants, Shi Nengren could no longer stand, and he shouted: "All soldiers, stick to their posts. All slaves, stop and stand in the local area."

This is a right and wrong decision.

War slaves in long-term oppression are not fools without brains, and soldiers with combat experience are indispensable.

At this moment, a man yelled: "They want to kill us."

Someone responded and shouted: "Kill them."

"We Want Bread" is a slave who has been rewarded, recalling the dinner that day.

People who have never eaten it even shouted: "We want bread"

Shi Nengren's decision made the three non-commissioned officers guarding the fence stop, but they also became the slaves' fierceness.

The soldiers scattered among slaves, while staying at their posts, also showed their power and power.

The building materials piled on the flat ground and the built houses have made the room for automatic rifles to play.

A steel bar flying in the air broke the silence and penetrated the body of a confused spear soldier. The slaves officially began to violently.

More than 180 slaves, holding tools or pounced on them alone, pounced on the soldiers nearest to them.

"Shooting" Wang Bin roared, and the m4 carbine in his hand began three consecutive shès, shooting out bloody eyes and dirt pits.

Shi Nengren felt a little relieved and began to complain about why he didn't equip himself with a gun. The two automatic rifles around him were condescending and powerful, but the native soldiers walking around were not so lucky... The red-eyed slaves were desperate. They often used a simple tool to protect their heads or chestnuts to consume more than ten 5.5iǎo caliber rifle bullets. Five or six war slaves could kill a three-pole soldier. The spear soldiers were the targets of slaughter. They were also the supervisors that slaves hated the most...

When the first bullet that the slave shè hit Shi Nengren's feet, Shi Nengren finally realized that the situation was out of control. He trembled his hands and took out the walkie-talkie and said to Wang Bin: "Get back to the house."

The second floor commercial building was narrow and strong, and no one continued to attack except for the red-eyed slaves. The three non-commissioned officers near the fence used firepower to prevent the slaves from breaking through, but it was impossible to rescue them.

The Western Malaysia market is filled with fear or curiosity.

The beautiful boy Barney suddenly took off his clothes, rolled around on the ground, rushed towards the slaves, and shouted loudly: "We must kill all the slave owners freely."

The bearded man was extremely helpless and had to do so.

The slaves spontaneously formed teams. In addition to the same language, Shi Nengren's management model played a huge role.

News that the West Malaysia market was out of control quickly spread throughout Xijiang Shuizhai.

Yu Weichao was stunned, She Lei was angry, but the Red Wolf Dai Adi and the officer Sun Ruihe of the Foreign Hall were extremely excited.

"I want to teach them an unforgettable lesson," Dai Adi said viciously.
Chapter completed!