Chapter 108 A Bloody Day (2)

The onlookers seemed to have just understood what was going on, and they no longer cared about the Empress of Sending the Son. They cried and crowded with each other. In just a blink of an eye, they trampled several injured people affected by the iron cucumber into meat paste.

The crowds were crowded, like walls, and they couldn't run out even if they wanted to.

Seeing that the little beggar throwing another burst object, Xu Dingguo was still calm in the face of danger and flashed sideways behind the horse...

When they got up, several more personal soldiers were injured by projectiles splashing around. Their bodies were densely filled with tiny blood holes, but they were unable to die, and they were wailing and rolling endlessly.

"Catch him."

The personal soldiers also saw the huge threat of the little beggar. They caught up with the little beggar in a few steps and kicked the thin child to the ground with one kick...

The smart personal soldiers had already kicked the willow basket away, and a few things that were also black like cucumbers appeared from the basket.

The little beggar was kicked so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. She was not afraid of the knife raised by the personal soldiers, and suddenly a very strange smile appeared on her face...

The personal soldiers had no time to pay attention to the meaning of the smile of this half-grown child, and they cut off the ribs of the shoulder straps with their long knife.

The sharp and heavy sword entered from the shoulder, came out from the waist, and cut off half of the child's body.

Another "boom" was another loud sound of the earth shaking. While the blade slashed past the beggar's body, it also touched the leads tied to him, triggering three iron cucumbers connected together.

The splashing projectiles exploded the dozen people around him beyond recognition, and their bodies were covered with blood like evil spirits. The beggar and the personal soldiers who slashed him were all blown into minced meat, splashing on others' bodies and faces...

Faced with such a fierce suicide attack, Xu Dingguo, who had always been calm and calm, was trembling with courage. He barely stood up and wanted to see his wife and daughter, but suddenly he found another half-old child appeared behind him.

It was also a wide and indescribable cotton jacket, with a shocking red cloth embedded on its arms, and an equally weird smile on its face...

Xu Dingguo, who has always regarded himself as a hero in troubled times, was frightened by two wars. A hot stream dripped down his trouser legs, screaming in a hoarse voice: "Hurry... hurry... there are still assassins here..."

"Swoosh" another iron cucumber.

The only few remaining personal soldiers turned around and fled when they saw this kind of bursting object like a cucumber.

Although the steps were taken, the deafening explosion sounded again behind him.

With such a close distance and such a powerful explosion, the killing range of Iron Cucumber immediately made these personal soldiers inactive. Apart from rolling and wailing in a pool of blood, they couldn't run away.

Because the crowd was too dense, no one could leave in the blink of an eye, and there were many people who were accidentally injured.

The center of Xu Ding's national position became a huge circle soaked in blood. The circle was densely filled with human bodies that were seriously injured but could not die. They all let out the tragic wails that were unique to death like wild animals.

Xu Dingguo also had several injuries on his body. The warrior's bravery made him draw his sword and wanted to have a close fight with this weird little beggar like the god of death.

After all, he is a half-aged child, but he just relies on the sharpness of the firearm. If he fights head-on, Xu Dingguo is 100% sure to kill him...

Half of the waist knife was pulled out, and the back of the waist was cold. A piercing pain came, and the lower body could no longer move...

Looking back.

Seeing that the third beggar who was dressed in the same costume had stabbed her with a short blade into her lower back, she seemed to think that her strength was not enough and was stabbing her desperately...

Xu Dingguo, who already knew that today was the deadline, was like a beast in a cage, and he vigorously pinched the child's neck behind him, but his strength was quickly lost...

The child stabbed Xu Dingguo hard in the waist, and Xu Dingguo tried his best to pinch the child's neck.

Neither of them was willing to let go, and they just stood in a stalemate...

The child stirred his hands and suddenly pulled out the short blade. Xu Dingguo no longer had the strength and collapsed softly to the ground...

Immediately afterwards, the fourth little beggar appeared, the fifth, the sixth...

Xu Dingguo looked at the children helplessly, watching them cut the throats of their personal soldiers one by one with short blades.

A child of the same outfit quickly walked into the sedan chair of his wife and daughter...

Xu Dingguo lay in his blood, and a "gurgle" sounded in his throat. The blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, begging in a faint voice: "Don't hurt...my child..."

A sharp short blade with body temperature cut open Xu Dingguo's throat, and blood was pumped out of the high, then poured back into his lungs, and could never emit even a meaningful syllable.

With the tip of the knife in blood, Mrs. Xu was shaking like a yellow leaf in the wind, holding her nine-year-old girl in her arms desperately.

With tears in his eyes, the lady begged the child who was not much older than her daughter: "Please spare my child..."

A short blade stroked her neck, and warm blood splattered onto the face of the nine-year-old girl.

Mrs. Xu seemed to be unwilling to accept her, and her hands were still holding her daughter's clothes. Although she could no longer speak, her eyes were still looking at the child soldier who killed her.

The young girl's face was pale and she was so scared that she didn't know what to do. She just cried loudly: "Brother, I don't want to die, don't kill me, don't kill me, I want my mother..."

This childish cry seemed to touch the softest part of the Childbing's heart. The short blade that had already stretched out finally retracted...

"Softie, have you forgotten your own father's words? The whole family of the traitor who surrendered to the enemy and traitors was dead." Seeing the weakness of his companion, Zhen Nan shouted in anger, and at the same time put his short blade on the back of his companion's heart, his face was as ferocious as a ferocious beast: "Do you want to betray your own father? If you don't kill her, I will stab you to death!"

The hand was handed in front of the knife, easily cutting the throat of the nine-year-old girl, and her tender cry stopped.

One child killed another.

Zhennan was very satisfied, patted his companion on the shoulder and said relaxedly: "Let's go to Ximen, and there is someone from my own father to help him."

Watching his companions sneak into the chaotic crowd in an orderly manner, Zhennan reached into his arms, threw out a large pile of paper pages full of words, and turned around and disappeared without a trace like a fish swimming into the sea.

The paper pieces were falling down one after another. People watched the group of little Yan Luo leave, and then they felt a little relieved and picked up the paper pieces with some literacy...

"If you are accomplice for the tiger, kill!"

"Those who are good at speaking irrelevantly will kill!"

"Those who slaughter my compatriots, kill!"

"If you miss my sister, kill me!"

"If you are dressed in me, kill me!"

"Those who destroy my ancestral temple will kill you!"

"Those who occupy my mountains and rivers will kill me!"

"Xu Dingguo surrendered to the enemy and treason, and made a fuss for the tiger. Now he will kill him to serve as a warning to others..."

Today.
Chapter completed!