Chapter 891 Killing Can Stop Killing

Corporal Du Wenlong had a gun belt hanging around his neck. He held a gun in one hand and grabbed the back of Huangmao's collar with the other hand as tightly as if it were an iron rod. He dragged him backwards to the grass beside him. The whole process was like dragging a bloody mop, and blood was dripping all the way.

At the same time, other soldiers from the 4th Infantry Battalion followed suit, dragging the surviving bikers out of the mess of overturned motorcycles one by one.

Seeing this scene, the survivors who were watching from a distance couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. It seemed that this army had also turned into a doomsday version. They were so ruthless that they opened fire right away? It was simply a one-sided massacre!

And judging from the other party's behavior, he doesn't intend to let go, so things are not over yet!

Thinking of this, the thoughts of some of the survivors were instantly dispelled.

Otherwise, after entering the gathering place, you should honestly reform yourself and be a good person... Although some things are fun, it is not fun to be shot..

However, at this moment, on a 10-meter-high simple sentry tower inside the gate of the "Qiming" safety zone, a major officer was using a telescope to check the situation on the scene. At the same time, beside him, a captain was using a walkie-talkie to issue orders:

"That's right, we'll execute them all and drag them to the lawn by the roadside!"

"It's the company commander!"

"I asked the company clerk to bring a camera over there to film the entire execution process!"

"When the time comes, we'll put it at the entrance of the safe zone as a warning and educational film, so that every survivor who enters the safe zone can watch it carefully!"

"Yes!"

As the call with the other end of the walkie-talkie was cut off, the captain immediately turned around and reported to the battalion commander who was holding a telescope beside him.

"Report to the battalion commander, the execution order has been issued, leave no one alive!"

"Yes, Not Bad!"

The battalion commander put down the walkie-talkie and turned his head slightly. The searchlight sweeping across the safe zone made his face look very cold and hard.

"Similar issues will be handled according to this process. We can be more lenient with other issues, but for any issues that involve violating the military's authority, I grant you the authority to open fire without asking for permission, and you must open fire!!"

"Under no circumstances should the military's authority be shaken. We need to make these survivors understand what a high-voltage line is. If you touch it, you will bleed and die!"

..

"It's the battalion commander!"

Listening to the battalion commander's words, the captain couldn't help but feel a little awed. He thought it was just a warning to others this time, but he didn't expect it to be a routine practice.

As if he had seen through the company commander's inner thoughts, the battalion commander turned his head and looked into the distance again, with his back to him, and said meaningfully:

"Hao Pu, in many cases, killing more means killing less, and being ruthless means being affectionate. You are still young, so you should think more carefully!"

As he said that, the battalion commander turned around, patted the company commander on the shoulder, and walked down the stairs, leaving the company commander Wang Haopu standing there in a daze, as if thinking about something...

On the other side, the smell of blood, burning, and gunpowder in the air was madly stimulating the remaining four bikers. At this moment, they had vaguely realized what was going to happen...

So at this moment, they were begging for mercy frantically, regardless of the bloody scratches and gunshot wounds on their bodies:

woohoo~

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Uncle soldier! Let me go!"

Under the threat of death, the yellow-haired man who had been so arrogant just now was now crying profusely, his face was covered with tears and snot, and the crystal necklace hanging from his nostrils was getting longer and longer.

While begging for mercy, Huang Mao clung to Du Wenlong's legs as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, howling miserably and begging:

"Please let me go, uncle! I'm still young! I'm still Zhou Bang's little flower bud! I beg you!"

"Woo woo woo~ Either you hit me, hit me! Or put me in jail! Sentence me!!"

"You know, I lost my mom when the apocalypse broke out! My grandma is waiting for me to go back and take care of her!"

...

"Uncle! Wuwuwu~ We are still young! Please let us go!!"

"Please, I'll be your slave!"

..

For a moment, the whole scene was filled with crying sounds, like a cuckoo crying blood, it was extremely tragic.

If this happened earlier, it might have indeed aroused the sympathy of Private First Class Du Wenlong and others.

After all, they were just a group of ordinary people before the end of the world. Not to mention killing people like killing chickens, even if they accidentally saw some animal videos with bad endings, they might have to shed tears secretly.

Unfortunately, the biker gang is now facing the infantry brigade soldiers of the Yucheng Recapture War. Their hearts have long been numb and tough because of the crazy slaughter of zombies...

Are you the only ones who will die? Aren't so many zombies dead? Are you the only ones who will howl? Which zombie doesn't howl?

So when facing the screams of Huangmao and his gang of bikers, Corporal Du Wenlong and his men had cold and stern expressions the whole time. After dragging the men to the location, they threw them to the ground with force.

Snap~

He unlocked the safety, and then pulled the trigger while watching the yellow-haired men's expressions of extreme fear!

Bang bang bang! !

As the gunshots fell, Huang Mao's short life flashed through his mind like a slide show...

He used to be a good kid who was loved by his sister and parents, but after entering junior high school, he started to dye his hair yellow, get tattoos, and get into group fights like his friends, becoming a "gangster".

He enjoyed the life of a group of people doing whatever they wanted, because in the deafening noise and the frightened eyes of others, he finally felt that he was seen.

In fact, what he wanted at first was never to do evil itself, but to use it to confirm that he was not insignificant in this world...

But with the collapse of the end-time order, each of them is like a mirror leaning against each other, magnifying the evil in each other's hearts, and completely degenerating into a group of demons...

Only now did he realize why he had such an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the time he was dragged until now.

Because not long ago, he dragged a middle-aged man holding a child on a motorcycle amid the cheers and shouts of his friends.

He was extremely excited at that time, and felt like a young general in ancient times, dragging the captured prisoners on horseback!

It was only now, before his vision completely turned black, that he realized with panic that he had turned into such a beast...

If there is an afterlife, I must listen to my mother.

puff~

The 5.56mm rifle bullet fired from the muzzle rotated at high speed and penetrated into the yellow-haired man's forehead. As a big hole exploded behind his head, the red and white tofu pudding instantly splashed onto the green grass, just like a handful of coriander.

Kaka~

After turning off the safety, Corporal Du Wenlong turned around and called out to the survivors who were watching from a distance: "Hey! You, yes, you! Bring a few people over here!"

"I?"

In the crowd, the bald man who had just stopped his companion from using a gun seemed to have heard his name being called by the King of Hell.

No? I didn’t do anything, so why should I take part in it? ?

Looking at the armed soldiers not far away who were looking at him one by one, the bald man's calves began to tremble, his mouth moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

When the survivors around saw this scene, they quickly distanced themselves from him. Only the pilot struggled a bit and chose to stand still.

Seeing the bald guy with a look on his face that looked like he was about to cry, Corporal Du Wenlong frowned and started to curse:

"Damn it, I asked you to bring a few people over to help move the body, why are you looking like that?"

"It can't be that after such a long time in the apocalypse, you're still scared of seeing a corpse, right?!"

"Okay, you're afraid, right? It's you. I'm going to train you well. Come here now!"

Seeing the bald man's sissy look, Corporal Du Wenlong was furious. The squad leader standing behind him opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to pay attention to his attitude, but quickly gave up the idea.

It's better to be a little fierce. Severe punishments are needed in troubled times. If these people are not afraid of the army, there is a high possibility of problems.

As the saying goes, spoiling a child is like killing him. Now, being gentle and easy to talk to is actually harming these survivors.