C833 simian killing

The warm March wind only brought a touch of green to Jiangnan, but further south, on the equatorial edge of the Sishui, the heat was like the air, water, and dense forest everywhere, intertwining every Chinese pig forever.

Sishui, Java Island's largest port, Indonesia's important rubber, tin, gold and silver ore distribution port, especially the production of rubber here, is the world's famous brand.

On the outskirts of Sishui City, in a lush and verdant rubber forest, countless labourers toiled hard at their work. In the deeper part of the camp, under the watch of bamboo fences, dogs, and Pahlian knife that were in the hands of natives, the bamboo houses were where the suffering workers were stationed.

Back then, when he swept through Fujian, he was an outstanding messenger under the King's army. He was proficient in the army's flags, and a single horn could blow out 13 different kinds of orders.

When he was in the enemy camp at night, he had used a dagger to cut off the throats of three Purging Demons s. In the female camp, he was always the most lovable and outstanding young lad.

But now, lying on the bamboo bed, his eye sockets were sunken, his chest ribs were emerging one by one, and between his heavy breathing, there was even a hollow cough.

Malaria was wreaking havoc within his body. He felt like he didn't have much time left. The cold and heat intersected as if he was travelling through two hells. Sometimes, he really wished he could just die like that.

There was a bowl of porridge on the table, it was already cold, flies and many unknown bugs were circling above. According to the rules of rubber garden, if you couldn't work, you would have no food to eat, and if you couldn't eat, you could only wait for death.

This bowl of porridge was left over from the mouths of each of his brothers in the room. For the sake of his brothers' friendship, he could not give up.

Struggling to sit up, he leaned against the bamboo wall. The hot wind was blowing through the cracks in the wall. Why was the sky so blue? Free seabirds flew about as if they were in heaven.

After dispersing the flies and bugs, he grabbed the cold porridge and stuffed it into his mouth. When the salty taste filled his mouth, he was stunned. He never thought that someone would actually add a lot of salt to his porridge.

Tears streamed down his face. He saw a corner of the camp where his younger brother Luo Gou was currently being hung by the security guards of the rubber garden. The whip fiercely whipped his body and the two black dogs around him were currently arrogantly barking.

His own brother had no other way to save him, and there were no doctors in the entire camp, much less medicine. The pig food he ate did not have any nutritional value, maybe Luo Gou remembered what he had told him back then, that he had to eat more salt to increase his strength.

His brother was afraid that he would die, so he actually stole a small handful of salt from the kitchen and sprinkled it into his porridge. I want to live, just as I want to live for my brothers who have been whipped.

The flames seemed to have burned all the germs and toxins in his body. He had to defeat the disease, he had decided to lead his brothers to kill their way out, just like how he did with Dragon Eye last month and the brothers in Jakarta. Killing the guards and taking away their weapons was a must.

This bastard, if he doesn't let us live, then let's fight to the death.

"Pig …" Piggy... Qing Guo Nu... "Plaits …" The black skinny Nan Yang indigenous monkey scolded Luo Gou back and forth with only a few sentences in Chinese. Luo Gou had already been whipped into a pool of blood.

"I... No Braids... I am not Qing Guo Nu! "Pui …" A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Luo Gou's mouth onto the face of the native monkey.

The native monkeys raised their Pahlian knife. He wanted to kill this reckless Chinese, so he had to use his blood to intimidate these Chinese slaves!

Luo Gou raised his head and smiled as he looked at his big brother on the bamboo tower, and muttered to himself, "My path has come to an end … Elder brother, take care of yourself along the way! "

"No …" Ma Zijian's anger had ignited all the potential in his body. He roared and jumped down from the three meter tall bamboo tower, in his hands was a broken bamboo spear, and his sharp mouth was thrusting towards the black monkey.

No one would have thought that the damned sickly ghost on top of the bamboo tower would actually dare to attack violently. With a swoosh, the Pahlian knife turned around and cut the bamboo spear into two.

He thought he was safe, but he didn't expect the bamboo spear to have a sharp cut. The spear stabbed into his shoulder blade and almost cut the artery in his neck.

"Ah …" Crazy aboriginal monkeys called for more monkeys, and a few of them even picked up the old musket s. You didn't see wrong. Even the oldest kind of musket, which didn't even count as a gun, couldn't hold a Mini Bullet.

Perhaps in the eyes of these black monkeys, suppressing pigs did not require many good weapons, just a few Pahlian knife s would be enough to make them surrender peacefully. But they were wrong, these group of unruly and untamed veterans were not refugees from Fujian Province, they were not good citizens.

Ma Zijian threw the bamboo spear aside and used his leg to sweep the injured monkey to the ground. He then rolled forward to pick up the Pahlian knife and threw it out with a sou sound.

The native guard who was facing him just happened to pull the trigger, the bullet was still a foot away from Ma Zijian's head and immediately flew out, but he did not have the chance to fire the second shot, the Pahlian knife that was rolling pierced into his stomach, this fellow shrieked miserably and retreated a step before falling to the ground.

One was dead, one was injured, the guards were all scared silly, the other guards in the bamboo house had also rushed out, but the gunshots were the signal, just as they were frantically loading the ammunition, fifty to sixty big men suddenly rushed out from the rubber forest, the sharp bamboo spears in their hands whizzed over, the rubber garden guards were all injured.

"F * ck, laozi didn't fight back because I can't go home, not because I'm scared of you bunch of wild monkeys …" Ma Zijian picked up the Pahlian knife and walked towards the black monkey who was clutching its wound and begging in fear.

At this time, how could he still be arrogant? He never thought that there would actually be someone who was not afraid of Gun and still dared to attack under the rain of bullets.

"Don't kill me... "Don't kill me …" No one could understand the words of the monkey. Ma Zijian cut the rope on Luo Gou's body and passed the knife to him.

"I haven't killed in a long time, come …" I'll let you enjoy it too! "

What was a veteran? Veterans took killing people as a pleasure. Not only was there no fear, they could also find happiness inside. This kind of talent was called Veterans of the Hundred Wars.

Luo Gou used his tongue to lick the blade, the stinky blood made him feel refreshed "Grandson!" Look me in the eye... "Remember, in your next life, you have to avoid me as well!"

With a raise of his hand, a dirty head flew up into the air, the blood in his mouth sprayed onto Luo Gou's face.

"Peace... Taiping... "Peace!" The campsite was filled with Origin Flames, and the rubber garden was surrounded by flames.