My name is Ren

Chapter 113 Chapter [-] People, no matter they are armed with knowledge, morality and ethics, are ultimately cruel in their bones
A bare-chested worker whistled and swayed to the side of the road at the head of the village. Years of hard work made his body look much stronger than the average person, facing a temperature of [-] or [-] degrees. You can also be shirtless without feeling cold.He unbuttoned his belt, took out the thing, looked down, burped, and exhaled a mouthful of sour alcohol.Under the drunkenness, a smug smile appeared on his black and red face, he laughed twice and teased his little brother, and straightened his lower body to irrigate the weeds on the side of the road.

The whistle is full of joy.

As Bolson said, he and the brothers in the village are all split from the Self-Help Society.Baratan's wealth is gathered in the hands of those at the top of the Self-Help Society. They are unwilling to share the wealth they have acquired, forcing some people to leave them and go it alone.The workers who defeated the imperial army several times had unprecedented confidence. They thought they realized the corruption and fragility of the imperial ruling class. Some even shouted the slogan of overthrowing Orlando.

Whether or not Orlando can be overthrown in the end, this man himself doesn't know and doesn't want to know, he is very satisfied with his current life.The sensory stimulation brought by the plundering and killing distorted his mentality, and by venting the pressure on the woman, he and the workers in this village did not have the slightest tension.They burned, killed and looted here leisurely, and after resting enough, they planned to cross the border and enter Bell Province.

There is a piece of undeveloped virgin land, where there is more wealth, more food, more women, and the most important thing is that there is no self-help society there.

A palpitation rose from the tailbone and climbed up the spine to the top of the head. He shivered for a while, looked down at the excretion work that had entered the end, and let out a long breath of relief.The moment he shook his little brother and stuffed it back into his crotch, a huge force came from behind, pushing him to fall forward suddenly.He tried to balance his body in a panic, staggered a few steps and then his eyes widened.He tightly covered his neck with both hands, blood foamed from his open mouth, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

An arrow pierced his neck, and blood slowly dripped down the arrow. His breathing was blocked, his face was flushed red, and he clasped the urine-soaked soil with both hands.The strength was too great, and the nails were lifted off by the stones in the soil, but this little pain was far from covering up the fear of death in my heart.His distorted face was full of horror, and a hint of anger.

Gradually, he stopped convulsing, and the temperature of his body was gradually taken away by the night wind in the field, gradually cooling down.Just like the people he killed two days ago, it became a pool of soulless meat.

A group of soldiers in black armor quietly entered the entrance of the village. They were a little surprised. They were surprised that this group of rebels who had defeated regular army attacks several times didn't even have a night watchman.The cold light flickered in the eyes under the mask. The leader gently placed the spear in the ditch by the roadside, and drew out the long dagger lying horizontally at his waist. There is a faint cold light below.He gestured a few movements with his fingers, and the team immediately broke into pieces, divided into four teams and disappeared into the village along different paths.

In a residential house, a strong man covered in sweat and naked picked up his torn clothes and wiped the sweat on his body indiscriminately.The temperature dropped a lot at night, and there was a breeze blowing through the drafty house from time to time, which made him feel a little cool.A woman on the bed was only half breathed, and her slightly twitching body had an unhealthy gray color, and her pupils began to slowly dilate.

"Why haven't you come back?" This man used to be a small leader in a factory. Almost all the workers who occupied this village came from a factory. He pushed the courtyard and looked out, and when he opened his mouth, there was a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Spit on the ground, "Damn it, I don't know how to fix it after drinking some liquor, it's really annoying."

The moment he turned around, he saw a black shadow on the ground approaching him, almost overlapping with his shadow.He turned his head with a playful smile and cursed, his whole body shook suddenly, and he saw a guy in black armor holding a dagger in his hand.He just wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he was firmly punched on the mouth, and all the words fell into his stomach mixed with his teeth.He fell back in horror, trying to escape, but the black armored soldier kicked him on the knee.

With a click, his knee was kicked to pieces, and he was thrown backwards. The strong man who had lost his center of gravity fell to the side uncontrollably.The black-armored soldier raised his knife and dropped it, a cold light suddenly appeared, and hot blood spurted out.The strong man tightly clutched the wound on his neck, struggled, but kept losing control of his body, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The woman on the bed seemed to be aware of something, the fire of life was ignited in an instant, she used all her strength to move her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man lying in a pool of blood, half of which was bitten off The corners of the lips were slightly raised, revealing a ferocious and strange smile.

Ah……

She exhaled her last breath and left this troubled world with a satisfied face.

This scene is constantly being staged, and there are people who have their heads cut off in the dark and in their sleep.Although it was the first time for the black-armored soldiers to fight, none of them acted like recruits.It's right to think about it, Ortrenburg, how many good people can there be?These young people who are murdered, robbed and murdered and robbed every day have long turned a deaf ear to their fragile lives.The death of these lives could not bring even the slightest shock to them.

Silent killings until a scream pierced Ye's disguise, and the whole village was lit up with torches in an instant. A strong man two meters tall, bald and without eyebrows, glanced at the gathered men, the haze in his eyes Unable to let go, he pursed his lips, "Where are the others?"

The faces of his subordinates were all extremely pale, and some of them smelled of poop. No one answered the leader's words, but this silent silence indirectly answered his question.

"Idiots, grab your weapons and rush out first!" The leader lifted a wooden stick as thick as an adult's arm on the ground, and strode towards the entrance of the village.The rest of the workers followed, some of them even forgetting to bring their weapons.In front of rabbits, they are tigers, and in front of real tigers, they are also rabbits.They will not be sublimated just because they have tasted the taste of flesh and blood.

Before they had time to walk out of the center of the village, a group of black armored soldiers surrounded them with spears.

The leader felt cold, looked around, and had to ask in a low voice: "I don't know which adult's army it is? I am the foreman of the Balatan Shipyard. I want to see your commander."

The black-armored soldiers didn't move at all, and even their leveled spears didn't move a bit. Behind these black-armored soldiers, there was a voice, "Kill them all."

The feast of killing was staged here, blood was flying, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere. Facing the well-trained black-armored soldiers and their courage and morale, the workers of these shipyards were like the women who were tortured by them. ability to resist.

The sound of rag bags being pierced and torn sounded, which also meant that fresh lives had passed away.The strong smell of blood attracted crows that were not supposed to be active at night. Under the cover of night, groups of crows kept circling over the village, chirping hoarsely.

At the moment when the foreman was shot by four arrows and pierced by seven spears, the banquet reached its climax and the curtain came to an end.

Ren covered his mouth and nose with a white incense handkerchief, and walked slowly through the night to the middle of the village.He glanced around in a calm and indifferent manner, and there was a sneer at the pile of corpses, "A rabble." He looked at Marvin, "Is there any loss?"

There was still abnormal excitement on Marvin's face. Killing this gene from the ancient blood makes people especially excited when enjoying the life-saving. He shook his head, "Eleven people were slightly injured, and no one was killed. .”

Ren nodded. If there are still casualties in suppressing these mobs, it can only be said that his black-armored soldiers are too disappointing.

Wiping the tip of his nose, Ren threw the white handkerchief on the ground, "Go to the next place."

The black-armored soldiers receded like a tide and disappeared into the night.

After a long time, several women who supported each other poked their heads out of the room in extreme fear, and then burst into tears.

Their prayers worked and they were saved.

They opened the cattle pen and released all the imprisoned women. These women came to the village ferociously. They picked up the weapons on the ground and slashed and killed the men who had abused them.They know that these people are just corpses and have already lost their lives, but they need a window to vent and comfort their spiritual wounds.

In the corpse, there was a soft snort suddenly, the sound was particularly piercing at this moment, and all the women's movements stopped.Barefoot, they walked to the place where the sound came from, stepping on the bloody water after a heavy rain.A headless corpse was overturned, and a seriously injured worker coughed up blood and looked at these women in horror.

Someone raised a sword to kill this guy, but one of the youngest women stopped her, "It's too cheap for these bastards. Cut off his flesh piece by piece!"

These women took out the delicate craftsmanship of handicrafts, peeled his skin with thin small knives, staggered his blood vessels, and cut off his muscles one by one, the size of shredded meat...

The man struggled, exerting all his strength, "Evil... devil!"

The young woman's eyes fell on the only white thing in the scarlet world, she walked over to pick it up, it was a handkerchief, and in the lower left corner of the handkerchief, there was a golden thorn garland.

(End of this chapter)