Volume 1 Chapter 333 Choice and Attitude
Chapter 333 Choice and Attitude
"I will give each of you a knife, and you will cut off one of your own hands, so that you can taste what it is like to be separated from your own flesh and blood. As long as you do this, you can follow me back to the base. If you can't, You can choose to go into exile, that is, where do you come and go, how about that?"
Two sabers landed next to another man and a woman. The woman looked at the sabers in front of her and couldn't help shrinking her body even tighter. The man gritted his teeth and held the sabers. After raising the sabers high, he closed his eyes and stretched his arms. Swinging down... The man whose arms were tied knelt on the ground and howled loudly. Beside him were more than a dozen people who were also tied up. The tied man cried bitterly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at the farce of these people before they died, and the two women stood behind him.
It’s not that Zhang Xiaoqiang engages in gender discrimination. Zhang Xiaoqiang said he was giving them two choices. In fact, there is only one real choice. The seemingly exile choice is just a trap, a trap that can help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their fate. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also hesitating whether to kill them or not. Kill them, and then he used self-harm to help him make up his mind.
The man was the first to hold the knife, but he chose to give up when the knife fell halfway. Not everyone has the courage to cut himself with a knife. Two women swung their knives and cut their wrists one after another. Bones are not so easy to cut Yes, even the pork seller has a special machete for chopping bones. Naturally, the two small sabers could not cut off the hands of the two women. Although their hands were severely cut, they spared their lives.
The man who didn’t dare to cut himself was executed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Those who accompanied him were those who supported cannibalism. Not all of them have the courage to cannibalize. Some people are for it and others are against it, but they are all in favor. The strongest and most powerful among them, the opponents were naturally silenced, and now these strongest men among their companions finally waited for their retribution.
The porridge cooking fire was changed from a high fire to a low fire, and the porridge was already cooked, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't order it to be distributed to the survivors. He wanted to give these survivors some appetizers.
Hundreds of emaciated survivors stood on the 20-meter open space and stretched their necks to watch these unlucky bastards waiting to be shot. Although their stomachs were howling with hunger, this did not affect their pleasure in watching the murder. Just like Caishikou more than a hundred years ago, today, these ordinary people also love to watch the excitement of murder.
The guys waiting to be executed were either kneeling or lying on the ground, and behind them were the team members with rifles. Following Lu Xiaobu's command, the black muzzles of the guns were pointed at the back of the heads of these people... There was a burst of gunshots After the sound, the crowd dispersed, and the big iron pot for cooking porridge was slowly surrounded by the crowd coming from the execution ground. With the smell of rice porridge, he kept swallowing his saliva.
These sallow, emaciated, and ragged survivors were gathered scattered from all over the world. They didn't know what discipline was, and they didn't know how to keep it going. Now they were surrounded by the cauldron and were silent at the same time. No one whispered to each other. No one looked around, they were waiting, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to give the order to serve dinner.
Team members like wolves and tigers smashed the crowd apart with their gun butts. No matter if they were men or women, they were ordered to stand in a line. Seeing these fierce team members around them, they were like militiamen training for a lifetime. The ordinary people who had stood in the queue miraculously stood in a row, and the front and rear widths were exactly the same.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little speechless, the Chinese people... the team members holding the pots and spoons are like judges who have the power of life and death. In his hand, the iron spoon on his right hand picked up a spoonful from the pot and poured it into the bowl in his left hand, and handed it to the survivor standing in front of the pot, staring at the remaining porridge in the spoon.
The survivor hurriedly took over the large bowl with plant ashes still sticking to the edge of the bowl with both hands, thanked him and walked away. The person standing behind him was afraid that someone would jump in line, so he stepped back to where he was standing at the moment he turned around. No matter how scorching the flames under the cauldron were, the two cloudy eyes were fixed on the big iron spoon stirring in the cauldron.
The man holding the porridge bowl carefully looked at the road under his feet, holding the sides of the two bowls tightly with both hands, and from time to time scanned around with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would bump into him, even if the bowl There was only half a bowl of porridge in the porridge, and he was afraid that a drop would be spilled. When he buried his head and walked forward, a rough voice stopped him.
He was so frightened that he almost lost the big bowl in his hand. In a hurry, he hugged the big bowl in his hand to his chest, and looked over at the person who was shouting at him, a young man with a rifle on his back The team members were smiling heartlessly at him, and one of the team members took out a piece of black pickled radish from the big bamboo basket beside him and threw it at him casually.
The black pickled radish rolled in the air and fell towards him. He wanted to catch it, but he was holding the big bowl in his hand, "Flop..." The radish was rolling on the dusty ground, he stepped forward quickly, He bent down and picked up the radish that had turned from black to gray from the ground. After that, he bowed to the team member who threw the radish, wiped the radish on his clothes, and put it on the porridge that was as white as snow in the bowl.
He didn't have any complaints about that team member, and when he saw the pickled radish still clinging to the mud in the bowl, he was even a little excited. People who have never been hungry would not know that feeling. Those who have tasted the desperate hunger and their stomachs are burning like fire have no dignity. There is only one word in their hearts and minds, 'food', don't care if it is dry or not, eat it Health is unhygienic, just for one thing, it is food, it is a treasure that can survive.
The team members who distributed the radishes seemed to enjoy this kind of fun. The survivors carrying the porridge were holding half a bowl of porridge like a bomb. Seeing their cautious appearance, the team members wanted to make trouble with them. Those who were rescued from the material warehouse have never been hungry, and naturally they don't know what kind of concept these people who dig grass roots and bark in the wild treat food. Seeing that these people treat food more than their ancestors tablets To be respectful, he finds it amusing.