Soon, Brother Pao pulled the woman into the tent and heard the sound of clothes tearing, the woman's begging for mercy and Brother Pao's ecstatic laughter: "I can't tell that your wife is still pretty and has a good figure, why should you dress like that? It's really a waste of resources! Come on, let Brother Pao take a good bath for you! Hehehehehe!"

Soon the woman's begging for mercy turned into painful moans and excited breathing from Brother Pao, which seemed particularly loud in the quiet camp. After hearing this, the wretched man who sent the middle-aged man to a tent and rushed to this place and both of them showed a smile that they understood, and a small tent was set up below; the old man who brought the food put the bamboo basket in another tent and walked to the fire and leaned against the fire, shook his head slightly, and sighed invisibly from others. Most of the refugees at the roadblock turned their heads over, while some of them excitedly stretched their necks and looked hard into the tent, as if they could see through the thick canvas tent.

Gao Zhuang was close to him, and he knew all these things clearly. His eyes were red at the moment. His blue veins bulged up in his hand and he was about to rush forward, but his father Gao Changhong and his mother Li Xiumei grabbed one of his arms tightly and could not move. Looking at his parents' begging eyes, and then listening to the woman's miserable hum, Gao Zhuang's eyes were full of anger, powerlessness and regret. After a stalemate with his parents for a long time, Gao Zhuang's expression relaxed, he let go of his fist weakly, turned his head over. Gao Changhong and Li Xiumei looked at each other without saying anything, but sighed deeply.

"Damn it, you bastards, go to die!" Suddenly, a loud shout woke everyone up. People turned their heads and looked at the sound, but they happened to see the middle-aged man holding half a brick in his hand and slapped the vulgar little man hard on the body, and then rushed into the tent.

The little vulgar man was hit hard and his body fell down. The other two seemed to have not expected this man to be so kind. They were stunned for a moment. After five or six seconds, they realized and rushed into the tent.

The refugees outside the roadblock were in a stir again, and they all stretched their necks, like ducks that were lifted up and sent to the slaughterhouse. Logically speaking, there were at least a few thousand people in line. The simple roadblock and the few people behind the roadblock could not be stopped. To put it bluntly, even if one of them spitted, they drowned them. But strangely, no one rushed over to help the poor couple.

Alas, this is the bad nature of the Yanhuang people, and it is also the creed that the Yanhuang people always believe in, that is, "It doesn't matter to yourself, and you'll be high." What they don't know is that a short poem written by Martin Nimora, the priest of the Jewish Massacre in Boston, the United States is engraved on the monument to the Jewish Massacre in Boston.

"At the beginning, those people (Nazis) came to chase the communists, but I didn't stand up to speak - because I was not a communist; then they chased the Jews, but I still didn't stand up to speak - because I was not a Jew; later they chased the union members, but I still didn't stand up to speak - because I was not a guild; after that, they chased the Catholics, but I still didn't stand up to speak - because I was a Protestant; in the end they came to me, but no one stood up to me again."

The tent quickly heard the angry scolding of men, the women's crying and begging for mercy and a burst of punches and kicks.

"Ah, you bitch! Go to die!" Brother Pao's angry voice rang, and then after two screams of "Ah!" "Ah", the sound ended abruptly and returned to his deathly calmness.

With a "slam", the cannon brother lifted the tent naked and walked out, with a tooth mark on his arm, and blood was still flowing. He glanced at the short and despicable man who was lying motionless on the ground, and shouted impatiently to the other two people who came out: "Give me a report to you, just say that these two dogs and women openly attacked the joint defense team member Wushao Sun and were shot dead on the spot! Damn it, it was so unlucky. I thought I could have a good time today. It was really a ghost! Unlucky!"

Brother Pao looked at the old man who was standing beside the fire to cook, and immediately shouted: "Old Qiao, what kind of rice is today? Don't be steamed buns and pickles again. I will tell you that your brother Pao is in a bad mood today. If he is still the same, he will look better than you!"

The old Qiao bowed slightly and said calmly, "Oh, Brother Pao, what you said is really difficult for me, Old Qiao, right? How can I have such great ability? Brother Pao, eat it quickly. After the meal, I will go back to work with Section Chief Wang Zhiqian, right? Is it true that my nephew is really capable, but it will give us Old Qiao's parents face."

When he heard this, Brother Pao suddenly became furious. Damn, he almost forgot that this old guy had a nephew who was the head of the logistics department. If this old guy went back and said something a little bit, then the joint defense captain he had finally begged to sue his grandmother and get it!

Then Brother Pao ran to Lao Qiao's head in three steps and said with a smile: "Oh, Uncle Qiao, look at this dark and lantern, I didn't see clearly that it was you who is old, so forgive me! Come on, come on, please sit in there, I have a bottle of Xifeng wine that I have treasured for a long time. Come on, let's have a good drink!"

Lifting the rice basket on the ragged tricycle, Brother Pao pulled the half-pushed Lao Qiao into another tent. When he was about to enter the tent, he said to the other two people impatiently: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go to work quickly? Do you want to be beaten?! Clean up the tent and send the wretched Sun to the butcher Zhang's mutton shop together." After that, he bent into the tent and went to contact Lao Qiao to contact him.

After looking at each other, the two people outside the tent cursed Brother Pao in their hearts, and then they had no choice but to go into the tent to clean up the mess. They were also unlucky. They thought they could drink some leftover soup after Brother Pao took the lead, but who knew that the woman was crazy after seeing her man being beaten up and bit her a deep bite on Brother Pao's arm. As a result, she annoyed Brother Pao and opened the poor couple, which made me not enjoy it. It would have to work hard for a while. It was really unlucky!

After a while, the two carried the couple's life to the tricycle that Lao Qiao brought to the meal. Then they rode the tricycle, one by one, sat by the car, and walked towards the brightly lit city. Wherever the tricycle went, some blood that had not yet dried out dripped from the couple's heads, spreading weakly on the cold road along the way...

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Chapter completed!