Chapter 172 (1/2)

The fishy little ghost said, ”brother, how to deal with those prisoners?”

Duan Xin pondered for a moment and faintly dropped a word: ”kill!”

The fishy kid was shocked. At this moment, he saw death.

Ruthless.

At this time, Duan Xin got on the bus and said, ”kid, you take some people to clean up the battlefield, and others are ready for the next action.”

The car sped to the training ground. The passenger in the co driver's seat was like shaman and Qingtie and said, ”you've won. Haven't you killed enough?”

Duan Xin said, ”so you don't have the heart?”

Rusha said in a deep voice, ”would it be you?”

Duan Xin said, ”if it were me, I would try to kill you and avenge my compatriots.”

Rusha shut up and said after a long time, ”I won't be your slave in four days. Will you let me go?”

Duan Xindao: ”of course.”

Rusha suddenly smiled with disdain and said, ”however, as a slave, you have done nothing to me!”

Duan Xin smiled meaningfully and said, ”maybe it's because I have a good heart.”

Rusha sneered and said, ”every Indian will remember what you did today!”

Duan Xin said, ”what do you want me to do? You should know one thing. On the battlefield, there is only the God of luck, not the God of mercy. ”

Railway station.

When he got back, he felt lucky. He only felt that he had not been so flustered in his life. He hurried to set up strict defense. He really regretted the big loss just now, but he also knew that for the general, he should avoid being too soft and sensitive. Therefore, he carefully boosted his morale. After that, he held an emergency meeting with generals such as steady arrow.

The steady arrow said, ”Duan doesn't dare to fight us head-on. He only dares to play Yin. We'll kill him when the brothers have a good spirit. We'll level his training ground. He will continue to hide. We'll continue to chase him. We're not afraid we can't force him out.”

He explained: ”he wants to lead us into the trap of guikou mountain again, but we are not fooled. He wants to wait for work with ease, and there is no door. For the time being, we just wait in a tight array and wait for the superior to call someone. He must be more anxious than us. At that time, we will wait for work with ease!”

The gun smiled and showed his first smile in recent days: ”OK, this is the best way!”

He really should be happy. Now he also needs to be happy. However, he just ignores a problem. It takes time to rest.

At 11 p.m., it's cold in the wind, cold in the month and cold at night.

The emergency gun was lying on the pillow with clothes. The submachine gun was at hand. He gave up the camp and lived in the station building with steady arrow and hundreds of soldiers.

However, he didn't sleep well. In a trance, he heard some low and trivial voices outside, so he sat up and listened.

For a long time, he only heard the whispering wind outside. He was still a little worried. He picked up the phone and called the night watchman.

This time, ten miles away, he arranged sentries.

The soldier said, ”no change.”

The gun took a breath, hung up the phone and finally lay down again.

Over there, in a car, there was a sound of several knives entering the chest. Then the door opened and several people walked out. The head was a smiling young man.