"This is impossible, this is not right! God, this is 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 pressed down by the soldiers escorting him again and again.

Not far from him, the warrior in black fell to the ground, wrapped in thick cords of oil-soaked beef tendons, and two long knives were placed around his neck.

And further afield, a row of corpses were stacked in rows, and there were hundreds of wounded soldiers wrapped in cloth strips and wailing.

The young and strong among the villagers were forced to lift water to wash the pool of blood that had accumulated in puddles on the ground, and used a rake to pull out the fallen teeth and bone residue from the soil.

The women were taking care of the wounded soldiers, but the country women with thick hands and feet did not know how to tie the bones. There were not enough doctors in the Fortress, and the wounded soldiers howled even worse when they were treated.

None of the corpses died in the hands of the warrior in black. They were all manslaughter caused by the moment when the muskets were fired.

Xu Qingsong sat pale on a sermon chair in front of the black-clothed warrior, with broken legs and broken hands on a splint. On another sermon chair next to him was Jiang Ping with his arms hanging on it.

Jiang Feng smiled with a smile on his lips and stood proudly behind the black-armored warrior. One of the swords that were placed on the black-armored warrior's neck was held in his hand.

"Uncle, my nephew used a little trick to capture the invading enemy and send it to my uncle to send it to him."

Xu Qingsong nodded slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, nephew, if you weren't here today, I'm afraid I'd be harmed by this madman!"

He looked at the pile of corpses and wounded soldiers in the distance, and felt scared that this time, Xujiabao was seriously injured, many people were killed and more people were injured, and most of the wounded soldiers were disabled.

But he felt it was worth it. No matter how much death or injury, it was worth it!

Xu Qingsong stared at the black-armored warrior hatefully and gritted his teeth and said, "You are definitely not an ordinary person! Who sent you here? Is it the old man?"

The black-clad warrior was still bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head and said nothing.

The black bat armor that was almost invulnerable to swords and guns had been torn several times in the last battle before. Under each of the armor tearing and opening, there was a hideous wound like a child's mouth.

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

The warrior in black was still silent, just like a meteorite melted from black iron. It had already released all the light and heat, peeling off all the dust and mud stones that were covered, leaving only a core that was harder than iron and colder than ice.

"Catch all the untouchables, and I want to treat this bat monster in front of these untouchables!"

Xu Qingsong howled hysterically and ordered.

Meng Xinghun was in a very peaceful state. He felt that such a last flash in his life was enough.

After the hustle and bustle, it should be silent. If you go crazy in your life for the last time, it is better to live like a walking corpse. This life can be considered as enduring, but I don’t know if there is a next life.

He is not afraid of death, and is he afraid of pain even if he is not afraid of death? Besides, he has received special training and can endure huge pain that ordinary people cannot bear. Bone breaking, tooth extraction, and skinning are nothing.

It’s a pity... he was going to be a fool, and he didn’t understand what Afu was, or what Afu was going to do.

"Meng Xinghun, you won't give up just now, you're muttering in your heart, 'I have no regrets in my life, I'm just a big scar, and I'll be a good man in eighteen years', and then wait for death with peace of mind?"

Just as he was thinking, Afu's extremely disgusting voice came from his ears. Meng Xinghun didn't want to pay attention to him, so he regarded it as a buzzing noise from flies.

"Mr. Bu has actually been beaten and injured like you, captured, and threatened to be broken into pieces."

Ah Fu said whatever Meng Xinghun thought, no matter what he thought.

"Master Bu is also a human being. He is not a god. His martial arts skills are not as good as yours, so he is often beaten up very badly and often faces such a situation that is almost certain to die. But do you know what he did after he was captured and destroyed?"

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

He actually began to believe that there is a hero like Bruce in the world. If everything is made up by Afu, Afu's ability to make up stories would be too great.

What's more, he wore Bu Da Hero's armor, used Bu Da Hero's darts, rode Bu Da Hero's bats, and saw Bu Da Hero's manor and bat cave.

He admired Hero Bu very much. If Hero Bu was not fabricated by Afu, he would definitely be proud of having such a father.

So he was curious and wanted to know what to do if Hero Bu faced this situation.

"Hero Bu never gives up the hope of life! Because he knew that if he died, there would be a lack of a knight in the world who could make the evil people feel cold. The evil people would think that even Hero Bu could kill him, and there would be no great figure in the world who could stop them from doing evil!"

"Even if he is not allowed to make the evil people who kill him crazy, he will struggle to survive. Even if his legs are broken, his martial arts are ruined, and he will be thrown into the bottomless pit, he will rack his brains to find ways to survive, find ways to stand up, find ways to climb out of the pit, and find ways to become Batman again!"

"He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that his death will make the people live a harder life! In fact, he is covered in secret injuries, his body and mind have reached the limit that people can tolerate. Living is more painful than death, but he does not want to die and will not die!"

Meng Xinghun shivered all over when he heard this, and the calm heartstrings that had been as calm as water swelled again.

Yes, what's so great about not being afraid of death? Hero Bu is afraid of death, but this kind of fear of death is truly amazing!

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

A Fu's question came again in his ears, and this question hit Meng Xinghun's weakness.

Has he lived?

Killing, drinking, gambling, spending money, looking for girls, fantasizing about Boss Gao's body, lying on the stone to look at the stars, hiding in the cabin and vomiting...

Is this called living?

In this life, only the short burst that had just happened a moment ago, Meng Xinghun understood what it was like to "living" it. It felt very refreshing, very happy, and very satisfying! It was very bloody!

I would love to do it again.

Only by living once can you know how wonderful it feels to live, and you will start to be "fear of death".

Meng Xinghun suddenly became a little scared of death.

"I will tell you two things at the end. The first thing is that no matter what the result is, I will not go to the Kuaihuolin to kill people, and the second thing is that I will not save you. It is more than 300 miles away, and I can't even fly."
Chapter completed!