Song QingHan shook his head decisively and said, "what's to be afraid of? Punishment is thought out by people. I don't believe you can do anything beyond my imagination."
As they spoke, the three men had come to the front of the camp.
The man seemed to be in a good position. After a few words in a low voice with the guard at the door, he nodded to song QingHan and said, "go in, and when you can't stand it, you can come out."
Song QingHan took a look at his small stone and touched his head with a smile. Without any explanation, he turned and walked in directly.
The smell of blood and putrefaction came from his face, which made the Song Dynasty almost unable to breathe.
Fortunately, he had made psychological preparations for the stench. He directly stretched out his sleeve, covered his mouth and nose, and slowly adjusted his breathing frequency, lowered his heart rate, and completely calmed himself down.
When I was outside, I didn't feel much. As soon as I came in, I found that the groaning inside had not stopped. The sad and sad voice was like a Qiang flute. When I heard people tremble, I was almost driven to tears.
When the barbarians who were being executed saw the raw face of song QingHan, their eyes glowed with excitement, just like seeing the wolf of a small sheep, and wanted to play him hard before eating.
Fortunately, the guard at the door winked at them, which suppressed their impulse. However, their eyes still flashed with desire, which made song QingHan uncomfortable and felt like being watched by a poisonous snake.
Song QingHan frowned and carefully identified the faces of those suffering Qingmu people, trying to find out the shadow of Wu Dahu.
But obviously, from his increasingly dim eyes, we can see that the result is not good.
He saw a lot of familiar faces, some met when pouring the nightpot, and some met when helping others in the military medical area.
The men seemed to recognize him, and their numb eyes gave off a sudden flash of light, as if to see the Savior, struggling to reach out their hands to get closer to him.
I don't know if the barbarians suddenly had a bad taste. They didn't stop those who recognized song QingHan from climbing towards him. Instead, they stood by with their hands in their arms, with a smile on their lips. It seemed that they wanted to see how song QingHan could solve it.
After all, the outside people only said that they should not fight against song QingHan, but did not say not to let others do it to him.
The eyes of the people standing at the door were frozen, and their hands were slowly placed on the knife at the waist. When the preparations were wrong, they immediately offered assistance.
Song QingHan felt tight between his legs. He looked down at the blood man holding his leg and whispered, "what's the matter?"
The man seemed to be the one he had treated. Mu Lu longed to say, "doctor song, doctor song, how did you come here? You're here to save us, aren't you? Just like before, no one cares about us, only you care about us, right? "
Song QingHan gently raised his eyelids, quickly identified his injury, pursed his lips, and simply said: "I'm afraid this time, I can't control you."
Hearing this sentence like a verdict, the man's face showed a look of shock. He suddenly released his hand, fell to the ground, and said in tears: "yes, if someone comes to save us, you will not come in alone. You will become me in a while. What else can I do for you? Ha ha ha ha, all the barbarians will die! "
When the man said the last sentence, his mood suddenly changed, his eyes fixed, and he jumped to the nearest barbarian, biting on the neck of the man, his eyes widened, and he swore not to let go.
Song QingHan's heart was tight, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, as if with the man's efforts, but the mood is very complicated, I don't know whether he wants him to bite the barbarians to death or not.
After all, the barbarians were not vegetarians. After feeling the weight on their necks, they fiercely waved their fists and hit the man's stomach. One after another, they seemed to hit other people's hearts. Song QingHan's scalp felt numb.
Although his eyes do not have the function of perspective, only by this strength to guess, we can know that the internal organs of the person who was hit at this time must be all broken, and no accident, blood will flow out of his mouth and nose in a short time.
If no one was in charge of it, he would have been bleeding to death...
but Rao was so, the man still refused to let go, his face became more ferocious, and his hands were tightly around the barbarian's waist, and he would drag him to hell.
Looking at this picture, song QingHan felt like he wanted to retch in his throat, so he quickly put out his hand to cover his mouth and nose.
He glanced around and saw that all the people around him showed a look of panic. His heart sank. He did not know where the courage came from. Suddenly, he drew a knife from the waist of the bodyguard beside him and cut it directly on the waist of the man who bit him.
Under the pain, the man finally loosened his mouth, fell back and fainted in the past.
Seeing that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the bodyguard who was bitten by him couldn't vent his anger, so he had to kick him severely.
Song QingHan put down his knife, and when he saw the man's slight chest heave, his eyelids leaped and he prayed in his heart that he could survive, although he knew that the possibility was almost zero."What's your business? Who made you do it? Yeah? If he dies, will you pay? "
Unexpectedly, the bodyguard who was bitten directly pointed at Song QingHan, approached a few steps forward, looked down at Song QingHan oppressively, and his eyes twinkled with bloodthirsty light.
The bodyguard outside frowned and whispered something, but the man suddenly drew out the knife from his waist and put it on song QingHan's neck. He looked askance at the door and said, "don't move. If you move, I'll kill him. I don't care if he's a VIP. Anyway, as long as he's a green wood man, he'll die!"
His words seemed to touch the wound on his neck. The pain made him frown, which added a touch of evil spirit to his facial features.
Song QingHan felt the chill on his neck and did not doubt the possibility of the other side's cutting.
This is not a place to make sense. Fists and violence are the only ways to prove strength.
His hand moved slightly, his lips hummed, and he said in a soft voice, "do you want him to die or you don't want him to die, either way, I can do it, do you believe it?"
The man looked down at the green wood man who had passed out. Seeing him as a pool of mud, he sneered and said, "are you kidding me? He's like this. Can he survive? Speaking of it, you still cut the fatal wound with that knife. You are worthy of being a green wood man. The ability to kill each other is first-class...
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