Apocalypse Cockroach

Iron Zhongyuan looked at the burned warehouse and cried women and children, face Iron Green, thousands of women and children fell on the grass, blood formed a blood ditch, winding, many people did not die, but it was more tragic than death, no medicine, no supplies, they had to live for a second more pain, Iron Zhongyuan did not leave behind guard troops, only Joe led hundreds of warriors are elite, the raid power is super strong, equipped with a large number of heavy machine guns and gun grenades, passing like sickles, easily cut down his remaining troops.

Joe did not have the same pity for women and children as Moon Teeth, although he did not intentionally slaughter them, but the women and children in front of them would be shot without hesitation, and they rushed into the camp at the fastest possible speed, lit all the buildings and bags they could see, and the last hope of the Golden Wolf flag was cut off.

There are still more than 10,000 returning fighters, forming an infinite flow of people in the camp, except that these fighters are no longer bloodthirsty and insane, or just frightened and fearful.

In more than an hour, they lost thousands of people, and the materials in the camp were burned, and the fierce fires kept them out of sight, watching them burn in flames.

Not only are the faces below filled with fear and panic, even the few remaining leaders in the Iron Plains are equally scared, they know more than the people below. The more so, the more scared they are, and Bayan, who is undamaged, has begun to reckon that it would be better to rely on that wolf flag.

The distant army, led by three infantry chariots, slowly pressed this way. The atmosphere as heavy as the mountains spread in the camp. Although their numbers were dozens of times higher, no one had the will to fight. Just now, they did not need to fight hard, the soldiers did not need to desperately. Even so, they did not destroy that side, instead, they lost their life-threatening supplies. It can be said that after today, they do not know what to eat tomorrow.

Iron Nakahara's face was only Iron Green, but there was no panic. He stood at the head of the crowd. The deeper the atmosphere, the more calm Iron Nakahara reached the critical moment, the more he would never think about his loss or the worse the status quo. The bigger the crisis, the more he would find a way to live in the crisis and bring his people to live in peace.

The food had been burned, Xue Jun had been destroyed, the troops had been defeated, thousands of people had fallen on the grass at the door of the house, but this could not shake his mind. He was only counting Zhang Xiaoqiang's last intentions. Today it was not necessarily possible to pass, he would not think about tomorrow.

“Look at them, you look at them... ”

Tie Zhongyuan suddenly shouted in the oldest Mongolian language, pointing his right finger at the tired body on the ground with the wounded howling women and children, more than 10,000 warriors and more than 10,000 women and children looking at the bloody meadow in the middle of the field.

“Seeing, that was brought to us by the enemy, who brought shots and flames, wherever you run, as long as the enemy is behind you, you will never find refuge, without food, and you will never walk out of the meadow... ”

With his speech, Iron Chung blocked the retreat in everyone's mind. When Zhang Xiaoqiang's army had not broken up, no matter how they ran, as long as there was no food and no transportation, they would only become a pile of dead bones under the stem.

“What can we do without food? What if the bullets are gone? We still have people, you still have steel knives and weapons, until the last moment, no one can slaughter us like lambs, even if we die, we must face the bullet to death, we cannot be shot from behind like cowards... ”

Iron Plains' words make noise to the women and children, they have never killed the Han people, they have never done anything harmful to others, but they have been slaughtered by others, which makes them feel scared and angry. The distant army has become their enemies of life and death. They have encouraged the men, the warriors, to fight with that army to prove that they are eagles on the meadow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and his troops were again opposed to the Golden Wolf flag two kilometers away, the nitrogen behind them had not dispersed, the oil stains on the soldiers' faces had not been wiped off, and tens of thousands of troops had gathered in front of them. This time, the Mongols took out all the cards. Even women stood behind the eight groups with kitchen knives and iron spoons. Once the war started, they would come up with men and fight with the cookware in their hands with heavily armed soldiers until they were shot.

Unlike just now, the artillery on the other side, carrying ammunition boxes and mortars, is in the front, and once they attack, they will hit this side with the fastest possible speed, regardless of any position or flexible movement. Obviously, there are not many artillery shells on the other side, and perhaps they will strike as fast as the infantry.

Tie Zhongyuan still stood in front of him. He was surrounded by only seven or eight horses. All but Fatty Bayan, each wounded, his personality was gone. Austerdam was gone, and the frightened Xue army behind him disappeared, as were several of his infantry commanders or the leader of the Wolf Flag Battalion.

With more than a thousand remaining gold flags evenly placed on both wings, all their automatic weapons were handed over to the infantry, each armed with a machined knife, ready to fight with cold weapons, as their ancestors did.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang weighed over, tens of thousands of people split apart and nearly 2,000 women were driven out. Most of these women were undressed. Many of them held their bellies up and were driven by Mongolians like pigs and dogs to the front of the formation. A number of people cried and rolled over. One of the expelled Mongolians stunned and kicked a foot, and a bunch of fleshy things fell between her legs, dragged along with a long umbilical cord.

Immediately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face turned iron blue, and the moon teeth standing behind him couldn't help but kneel and vomit. You know, the crushed flesh on the bloody battlefield behind them didn't even let her spit out.

Joe with the telescope saw this place and couldn't bear to look any further, turning his head and saying to the ghost standing beside him:

“The Mongols over there are more barbaric than your hometown, the most savage tribes. I feel chilly remembering that many years ago, the whole of Europe was shaking under the iron hooves of their ancestors... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the distant tragedy and was unhelpfully prepared to order the shelling of those women. He knew that those women were the last chips of the Mongolians. Zhang Xiaoqiang had approached for those women. Unexpecting to see the scene, he only wanted to kill them, whether they were women or the Mongolians behind them. He had to wash the Golden Wolf Banner with blood and humiliate him.

“Touch……. ”

A hidden gunshot came from the opposite array, the wolf flag soldier driving the pregnant woman, causing the abortion of the pregnant woman to fall on the ground, then the woman who was crying was lifted up on a stretcher, and the Mongolians who were driving the woman were driven aside, allowing those women to breathe, several riders came this way, which fat man Bayan was in front of.

The Mongolians killed their own people, making Zhang Xiaoqiang slightly stunned. He couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He couldn't help but put down his arm. Bayan immediately showed Zhang Xiaoqiang a flattering smile before the battle. It seemed that the confrontation between the two armies just now was only a floating cloud, which in no way affected his relationship with Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Great Commander, our Xihu Jiao begs for your mercy and expects you to return us to Mongolia's homeland. We swear that our children will never set foot in the middle of the earth again... ”

Bayan placed the great letter on the original head of the iron on Zhang Xiaoqiang's head. At the same time, he asked Zhang Xiaoqiang to leave them alone. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Bayan with ridicule and said:

“Ba Fatty, don't beat me up, the purpose of our visit today is in your heart, how many Hans died in your hands, I'm afraid you don't even know, you didn't hear those unjust dead souls roar in your ears? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that Bayan's face was earthy, and his body was trembling with fat. When it came to unjust souls, Bayan looked at the left and right of the mysterious ghost and seemed to look at the trees beside him with those unclean things.

“Great Commander, we have always looked forward to your peace, to the return of your women, and to their kindness. These are our sincere intentions. Although there are individuals who do not understand, this does not affect the big picture. You see, those women are looking forward to you taking them home... ”

Bayan's words carry a strong temptation, pointing to those women, as if they were demonstrating their sincerity, and as if they were indicating that the fate of women is in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Once in heaven, women can be sheltered by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and once in hell, those women will be destroyed in this war.