Chapter 249 [A Massacre]

Belsinger took a few steps back, and then two male servants hoisted the character onto their shoulders. Looking condescendingly at the group of refugees with frightened expressions in front of them, he said with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm warning you again, don't mess with the Singh family. They have done their best. If you want to threaten me again, I'm sorry, I can only eliminate potential enemies."

Then, seeing that the group of refugees in front of him seemed to be retreating, he decided to add some fire and looked at everyone coldly, shouting loudly. "I'm warning you again, stay back. If anyone doesn't listen, I will kill anyone. The leader of the disaster doesn't want to save himself, but wants to rob other people's property. It's a shame you can think of it. I'll give you something to eat. You might as well give me a dog and get out of here, otherwise I will really take action."

At this time, the members of the Singh family and the Shah family, holding weapons in their hands, followed their companions with guns, shouting loudly behind them.

"Get out, get out, get out,"

The man with the gun in front had already pointed his gun at this group of refugees, especially the young and strong refugees who were making trouble. If anyone dares to take another step forward, they will shoot and kill these people. No one will seek justice for them, the refugees, and their death will be in vain.

Everyone knows that Belinger is not joking. He blocks the door of his home and threatens the safety of his family. Who wouldn't go crazy? In fact, some people are encouraging everyone to know that life is their own, and if they die, there will really be nothing.

As a last resort, he could only take his family members with him and his only belongings. He turned around every step of the way and was driven forward by the servants of the two families. As the saying goes, it's so cruel and vicious, and some of them are really risking their lives. I don't know what they are thinking, thinking that Bel Singer really doesn't dare to shoot.

Still thinking that they had been pushed to a dead end, knowing that leaving here would mean death, these people slowly gathered together. What are they discussing with each other in low voices? Others didn't see it, but Belinger, who was sitting high up, could clearly see the size of these people. There were more than 200 good guys.

This group of people, all young and strong adult men, gathered together and muttered. Although they were surrounded outside, they were passing something to each other inside. You don't need to think about it to know that what is being passed around is weapons. At this time, several males from the Shah family have already come to these people.

I was about to drive them away with wooden sticks, but I didn't expect that the group of people suddenly dispersed with a roar, and everyone was holding a woodcutter in their hand. This kind of knife has a curved hook on the front and is so heavy that it can cut off half of the head of a cow, let alone a human being, before anyone can react.

A strong man with an astonishing height of over 1.90 meters picked up a hatchet and shouted loudly. "tmd The Singh family won't let us live. What is there in Sinjar town? What else is there besides dead corpses? Isn't it possible to go to the town and eat those rotting corpses? There are dead brothers on the left and right, kill me, what else can I do? There is a way to survive."

Taking advantage of the situation, he struck an ordinary man in the Shah family on the neck with a knife. A hatchet weighing more than ten pounds was used to chop with all his strength. The good guy's head was chopped off on the spot. The blood in the arteries jumped out more than two meters high like a fountain, and he fell straight to the ground, dead. This strong man's move was like a signal. The men of the Shah family who came to these people could not all be chopped down to the ground.

A dozen meters away were members of the Singer family holding guns. The sudden change made everyone feel incredible. With his eyes wide open and confused, Bell's character shouted as he was carried on the shoulders of two people. "Why the hell are you doing this to me? Shoot and knock down all these desperate desperadoes. No one can be spared."

Bel Singer's shout woke everyone up. Everyone following Singer had seen blood. They were all those who had taken action against the Qiaoxi family, and they were still afraid of these desperadoes. Was it a gun or a fire stick in their hands, so they chose to pull the trigger without hesitation, and he heard a burst of gunshots.

Then there was the sound of human bodies breaking, and some screams of injured people falling to the ground. Mr. Singh gave orders not to let anyone go. So what else can the servants of the Singer family do to be polite? Good marksmanship can reduce the pain of one shot to the head. Those who were not good at shooting could only hit the torso. The injured fell to the ground, wailing and rolling while holding their injured parts.

If someone was kind, they could give him a shot to end the pain of his serious injury, but there was no one in the Belsinger family who was kind. There was no one to refill his gun, so he could only lie on the ground and slowly approach death in pain. When the blood dried up, he saw God.

At the moment when the gunfire rang out, the wave of refugees who had just walked out not far ahead looked back and saw that the good guy had really killed someone. The timid men, women, old and young ran forward screaming,

Because there were so many people, and the road was narrow and very muddy, everyone squeezed and squeezed, scrambling to escape the fate of the massacre.

A stampede occurred, and some thin or young people were knocked to the ground and never had the chance to get up. More than 200 people sounds like a lot, but in the face of hot weapons, how can these people who charge with cold weapons have any hope?

They were either beaten into pieces or shot in the head. In just three minutes, everyone fell to the ground. The leading giant, who was 1.9 meters tall, received a lot of attention. He had more than a dozen bloody holes in his chest and fell to the ground. He had already expired.

When the gunfire stopped, everyone looked back and saw that everyone had run away. There was no need to fight. How much trouble would it leave if the shadows disappeared automatically? More than 200 people were slaughtered like 200 pigs. The muddy scene was soaked with blood, and it creaked when walking on it. Only then did someone remember to shoot the seriously injured people to make them suffer.

Then Belsinger was put down and ordered the members of the two families. "Gather all these corpses together and burn them all in a place that will not pollute the environment. See if there are any survivors among those who were trampled to death. If there are any, treat them and burn all the survivors."

Then he didn't even look at them, and when he turned back and walked back home, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt a little reluctant, he had no choice. There were too many people. They were so hungry that they were about to eat people. If they rushed into the valley, it would be fine.

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The whole family was eaten up by them? For the safety of his family, he had to let these damned untouchables suffer. After a few hours of statistics, the death toll exceeded 280 people, and only two little boys of four or five years old were rescued by everyone, dying, but with multiple fractures.

Belsinger ordered the servants in the family to organize a team of 20 people to send the two little boys to the hospital in the town. Can they be treated? It all depends on the fate of the two little boys. After all, the university has just passed, and the hospital is in a mess. It is a question whether the doctors and nurses can survive. We can only do our best and leave it to fate.