If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

Fu Yi, Xia Chen and the others held a meeting to discuss the issue for a long time, and the discussion was in vain. When Xia Chen and the others arrived, there were not many prisoners left who had been killed.

It was not only the remnants of Beitong City who participated in the war, but also the women of Beitong City who were also captured by barbarians.

They dragged their broken bodies full of scars, and used all the tools they could find, whether it was stones, sticks, or even their own nails and teeth, to deal with the captured captives like crazy.

When Xia Chen passed by, he saw a barbarian woman trying to protect the child, but was kicked away by Ba San. A lame woman with whips all over her body killed the child. When the stone fell, the woman burst into tears: "You Kill my child, why should I let your child go!"

Xia Chen, Fu Yu and others who came over after hearing the news were all silent, even those who opposed killing all the prisoners just now were speechless at this moment.

They watched this act of revenge in silence. Those men who were originally full of resentment might have vented their hatred in their hearts during the war, but now they were a little calmer.

They no longer took the initiative to attack, but only protected the crazy women, preventing them from being hurt by the barbarian captives who fought back. They watched them gradually wake up from their numbness by killing these barbarian captives.

In the end, all the captives were killed. The blood-stained men and women knelt and sat on the spot, letting the blood soak their ragged clothes, and the depressive, wanton, painful and sad cries resounded over the city.

Xia Chen's heart was oppressed, and his chest was swollen and painful. It was an indescribable feeling. The man passed away, but those who remained were immersed in pain for a long time and couldn't get out.

Originally, in the doomsday, everyone has taken life and death lightly and is used to parting, but this kind of death that has survived natural disasters but has not escaped suicide is even more regrettable and unacceptable.

Xia Chen turned his head away, couldn't bear to look at it any more, calmed down his uncomfortable emotions for a while, called Feng Liangcai, and asked him to prepare some food for the disabled people in Beitong City.

He noticed that many women's clothes had been torn out of shape, and some were only wearing a piece of clothing that was obviously ripped off from a man's body, which can be said to be naked.

He asked Feng Liangcai to prepare some clothes and send them over. If there were no suitable ones, he would go to the female medical soldier and ask for some clothes to be changed.

As he said that, he thought about calling the medical soldiers to look at their wounds, but now they are obviously too emotional, and I am afraid they will not get too close, so he just asked the female soldiers in charge to give them a few words and asked them to find a suitable doctor. time to help.

The female medical soldiers are excellent talents carefully cultivated by Wangxiangcheng. Although they are girls, they have been on the battlefield a lot. They have seen more injuries and blood than ordinary soldiers.

But seeing these women, but seeing their naked scars, already makes people feel horrified.

They are all women, and they feel more sympathy for these poor people who have suffered a lot. They have donated their daily necessities and selected clothes for them.

Except for Wangxiangcheng's female soldiers and medical soldiers in the coalition army, the others are big men. It is not appropriate for them to get in touch with these sensitive women. Xia Chen simply handed over the communication task to the female soldiers.

Turning back to this side, after talking to the female soldier captain, Xia Chen thought of the little soldier who came to report, and seemed to mention Yang Fan.

But there was no one here at the moment, so he called the little soldier over and asked him the specific situation.

The little soldier led him to the next yard, and the barbarian leader was detained alone because of his special status.

Before Xia Chen walked in, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Although Wen Shu was beside him, he was taller than him and had better eyesight. Seeing something wrong from afar, he raised his hand to cover his eyes .

"What's the matter?" Xia Chen didn't rush to touch Wen Shu's hand, Zijian must have his reason for not letting him see.

Wen Shu pursed her lips, the man in the yard was no longer human, and Yuan Bao must have been terrified and uncomfortable when he saw it.

He glared sharply at the little soldier leading the way, his neck shrank and he dared not speak.

"The prisoner is dead, Yang Fan is not here." Wen Shu didn't answer Xia Chen's question, nor did he intend to describe the scene in the yard to him, otherwise why would he blindfold him.

The smell of blood is too strong here, even if he couldn't see it, Xia Chen guessed that it wouldn't be an interesting scene, and he didn't want to seek abuse.

Since Yang Fan wasn't there, he could just look elsewhere.

After asking the little soldier who led the way, the young man didn't dare to take him casually anymore, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't know, I was still here just now..." The filmmaker.

Xia Chen asked the little soldier to leave first, then asked a few soldiers patrolling here, and finally found out where Yang Fan was going.

It turned out that Yang Fan didn't come to torture the barbarian leader for no reason. He found a veteran from Fu Zhen's team who knew a little bit of barbarian language, and brought him with him, and asked who gave the pot of trumpet flowers in Beitong City to present. for him.

Because according to Xia Chen's description at the time, the direct murderers who killed his brother were those who offered flowers.

It was at this moment that the chief of the barbarians realized that the glowing flowers he left behind as a rare treasure were not ordinary. No wonder he always felt that those Da'an people were too predictable, so the root of it was here!

Needless to say how remorseful he was, he even resented the few barbarians who presented the flowers to him.

Hate was hatred, but he hated the Da'an people who had captured him and wiped out his ethnic group even more. Of course he was unwilling to follow Yang Fan's wishes and tell him the news about those people.

Then Yang Fan directly tortured him. He hadn't learned this before, so he just took what he was most comfortable with. Those boomerangs he was making slippery, saying that he would cut the skin but not the flesh.

The young man who had been protected by his elder brother before without any worries, took up a weapon, and his methods were so cruel that the veterans who came to help couldn't bear it, but who could blame him?If the big leader hadn't led the tribe to start this war, he wouldn't have Yang Fan who has changed his mind after losing his blood relatives, and he wouldn't have suffered this crime at Yang Fan's hands.

In the end, the information of those people was finally obtained. In fact, the big leader himself can't remember clearly. As the leader of a clan, there are too many people who want to please and flatter him.

However, Yang Fan's painful memory method really worked. The leader dug out bits and pieces of information from the depths of his mind, and because he couldn't be sure, he simply reported all possible people.

It was also a coincidence that one of these people happened to be the son of the tribal leader, who was captured and survived after surrendering.

This person was not as stubborn as the big leader, Yang Fan's nine knives hadn't turned around, and he helped the second generation of barbarian officials who were paralyzed on the ground and trembling remember Yang Mao who died in his hands.

"No, I didn't kill, I didn't kill, it was Puli's knife. I don't know the corpse, the corpse, it seems that they were all thrown outside the city to feed the zombies..."

His voice became softer as he spoke, obviously knowing that this answer would not end well for him, but he didn't dare to lie to Yang Fan's razor blade, and at the end he was crying and begging.

Yang Fan's eyes were red, and his heart was like a knife cutting back and forth. Just thinking about his brother's tragic death and even his body being abandoned, he felt so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

When Xia Chen found him, he was leaning against the courtyard wall that belonged to his and his elder brother's house, with sad eyes that couldn't be realized.

Wen Shu didn't know Yang Fan well, Xia Chen told him not to come over, walked over by himself, stood beside him, and didn't speak quietly.

In Yang Fan's hand was a rough wooden carving of a small monkey. He was born in the monkey genus, and it was made by his elder brother to coax him to play with him when he was a child.

His home has long been taken over by barbarians, and the things inside that belonged to him and his brother have long since changed beyond recognition. He found this small wooden sculpture under the bed in his room. He couldn't hold it in his hand, and it was almost so painful that he couldn't stand up. stable.

"My family is gone, my brother is gone." Yang Fan seemed to be talking to Xia Chen, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Xia Chen didn't answer, and just listened quietly.

Yang Fan sniffed, and said: "I have to thank you, really, I don't say thank you for my great kindness, how can I not say it? My brother never taught me this way, I remember you well, I have to say it to let you know, and I will definitely repay you. I have nothing now, just myself, if you like it, take me with you, and I can do whatever you want me to do... .”

Xia Chen sighed and stroked his hair. The child grew up too fast and the price was too high.

"Don't think so much. Your brother must hope that you can live a good life. Let me look back at Xiangcheng in the future. You are very good and you can do a lot. Don't underestimate yourself."

Feeling the gentle touch on the top of his head, Yang Fan's eyes became hot. He wanted to smile at Xia Chen, but failed.

He wiped his eyes indiscriminately, a little choked up: "You are a good city lord."

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking, if he and his brother lived in Wangxiang City, wouldn't such a tragedy happen?Wouldn't his brother die?

But it's just thinking about it, everything can't go back.

"Let's go, go back to the camp first, there are still many things to do, don't be lazy, and help more."

Xia Chen held Yang Fan's shoulders and walked out, trying to make his tone sound more relaxed. He planned to arrange some things for Yang Fan, so that he could distract himself.

Wen Shu waited for him not far away, seeing the two people approaching in this posture, he took Xia Chen's hand on Yang Fan's shoulder very dissatisfied, and squeezed it into his palm.

Xia Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the bewildered Yang Fan with a little embarrassment, gently pushed Wen Shu, and said angrily, "Comfort me, kid, you'll eat all this vinegar, are you jealous?"

Wen Shu didn't feel proud of the pestle, but took a look at Yang Fan, and said calmly, "Why don't you eat it? You are my younger brother, just take me by the hand. He will always have someone he likes to care about him and comfort him. You Don't be too busy to grab someone's lover's errand."

"What are you talking about!" He saw that Yang Fan was just a child who had suddenly lost his family before he grew up. Xia Chen punched him angrily, but he didn't break away from the hand that was being held.

After being interrupted by Wen Shu, the depression in Yang Fan's heart inexplicably dissipated. He knew the relationship between the two, and he didn't think Wen Shu's words were too offensive.

He secretly glanced at the hands they were holding, feeling a little envious in his heart, envious of such an intimate relationship.

The three of them walked side by side on the street, the two of them were very close, shoulders touching shoulders, Yang Fan had to keep a little distance from each other, and he finally looked back at the home he had lived in for several years.

Without his brother, it wouldn't be his home anymore.

He clenched the small wooden carving in his hand, and quickly followed Xia Chen who was walking in front.

City Lord Xia said that he could go to Wangxiang City with him.

Brother said, let him not come back.

He came back, took revenge, and never came back again.

The author has something to say: This battle is completely over, and it is very close to the end. Three or five chapters, I don’t know the specific chapters, and there may not be three chapters. Let me explain some follow-up things. The foreshadowing is also closed at the end, and everyone can mention it if they want to see it.

Regarding the extras, I tentatively have two, one is the previous life, and the other is the finale. If there is any extras you want, you can mention them in the next few days. I will think about how to write them.

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