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Mother said that good boys can’t fight, so his village was patient, but he didn’t listen at last.
Mom even said that a good boy can’t kill people, and it is always difficult for people with blood on their hands to be happy.
But here are two adults, and he is a five-year-old child. No one will help him. To protect himself and his mother, he has to rely on himself.
"It’s amazing that the bloody cow has a knife. The fucking horse is old."
I kind of want to back down in my heart, but Laojiu is watching him. How can he get along if he can’t handle a child of several years old?
Say slap paste in the past, after all, I was still a child, afraid that I wouldn’t react and was directly fanned to the ground.
The boy was more afraid, and his hands trembled when he held the knife.
What should we do?
Are mom and I going to be eaten today?
He knows what these two men mean. He saw cannibalism because of famine the day before yesterday.
He tried his best to straighten himself up and stare at the "old" knife-holder, who was still shaking. He had not eaten for two days, and now he had little strength.
He summoned up his courage and tried to rush to stab the old knife, but he just stepped forward and began to eat the pain. The dagger fell to Laojiu and the stone hit him. He was so nervous that he forgot that there was another theater.
He hurriedly squatted down to pick up the knife and just touched the ground when the knife hand was trampled by a dry and dirty foot.
"Old you are really what waste ink! ？”
Laojiu stepped on the boy’s hand and wanted to vomit habitually, but he swallowed it in the middle. Water is also a precious resource.
Just then the road suddenly gave a tremor and thundered in the distance.
Border refugees are familiar with this sound these days. It’s horseshoe!
Old man and Laojiu looked up at the other side of the road in horror. The smoke was flying. It was a hundred horses galloping.
It’s not an ordinary horse. It’s trained by the military through special techniques. Each horse is nearly six feet tall (from feet to neck/horseback), with muscles and a steel mask. It’s not like a gentle herbivore, but like a bloodthirsty beast.
At the front is the tallest black horse riding on it. It is a teenager in a black military uniform who looks thirteen or fourteen years old, but judging from his costume, he is already a commander!
Seeing the army, the refugees lined the streets to meet each other, cheering and begging for some food.
The people are not afraid of the imperial army. The secret blood fighters of the imperial army are of high quality, and there are few things that oppress civilians. The secret blood culture of 5,000 years is an idol worshipped by the masses.
Laojiu felt the surging momentum like a frenzy and was shocked at the moment or pulled him to react. They were in the middle of the right path!
And this secret blood fighters army doesn’t seem to slow down. The horse gallops very fast.
When he reacts, he wants to run to the side with the old man in the middle of this road, and the smelly little man and the woman don’t care.
But he still underestimated the marching speed of the secret blood fighters, especially the boy riding a dark horse who unexpectedly emerged from the team and rushed over.
I don’t know if he is under illusion, but he feels that the teenager seems to have locked himself in. When he is stared at by those red eyes, he is like falling into an ice cave, and he can’t even move.
Laojiu!’
Laojiu tried to run by himself when he saw that the other side was motionless, but when he looked back, he saw that the dark horse had rushed in front of them.
The teenager pulls the reins, the black horse’s front hoof is almost rubbed against two people’s faces, and it sounds like stepping on their hearts.
The teenager turned his horse and glanced at the scene. The two frightened refugees looked at the trembling little boy who picked up the dagger, probably knowing what happened here.
He frowned and felt sick. It was their soldiers’ fault to lose the war, but such behavior still disgusted him.
He looked at the boy. "What do you want to do?"
"They want to eat me and mom. I want to protect myself."
The boy bowed his head and said
"protect yourself?"
The boy’s voice was cold. "You can’t even hold the knife tightly and want to protect your mother?"
At this time, the secret blood fighters’ army will surround here and line up neatly. Young people who are not more than twenty years old respectfully look at the teenagers.
"Adults and children are refugees. If, if nothing happens … can we go now?"
Laojiu some guilty bow also dare not to hungry people like him to eat.
Killing people in the empire depends on the situation, but it is not a capital crime, but cannibalism … but it will be in the year!
They eat a lot of children these days.
"I can try my best"
The boy answered the juvenile question, and there was nothing for him to miss. He had his mother’s last relative left, and he would rather fight to the death than be eaten.
"Then do your best."
When the teenager saw the woman lying on the plank, her eyes flashed with a slight shock and she walked back to the team. He was not prepared to punish two cannibals.
He returned to the team and said to the two cannibals, "You can take people away if you continue to win."
Old suspicious way "really?"
Teenagers don’t answer, they seem to have no choice.
Then he looked at the boy with fierce eyes and moved his steps.
The boy clenched his dagger nervously and rushed to the old age, but was kicked and beaten by two people in turn.
The teenager in the team looked on his face. There was a girl beside him who couldn’t bear to say, "Really?"
"Watch"
The young man is indifferent, but his eyes have been locked on the situation and he is ready to start work.
Three minutes later, the boy suddenly gave a penetrating roar, and his eyes were latosolic red, propping up from the ground and overturning each other with Laojiu’s feet.
He found that feeling again, just like when he knocked down the boy four years older than himself. His blood seemed to get hot and his strength kept pouring in.
Overturning the other side, the moment he grabbed it, he was turned around by his own dagger and jumped, which was a knife straight into the man’s throat.
Later, when he was always in shock, his legs stepped on Laojiu’s chest, pulled out the dagger, and Ling took off and stabbed him in the old chest.
The battle of the ogre boy came to an end. The boy’s face was black and blue, and his face was covered with blood. He also had two ogres.