C570 Such Vicious Means

"Damn you, I'm not going to throw you into the river to feed the fish, you little rabbit thief, you think this is a kindergarten? It's spoiling you. " Zhao Xiaoming was so angry that he cursed.

Fortunately, this guy was cursing in Mandarin. Xiao Qiangbing quickly glared at him and told him to bear with it and get down to business first.

At this time, the three brothers were about to die. They even sent a child to mock them. How could they blame Xiaoming?

It was said that people on the battlefield often did things that were out of line, but who could understand that under such special circumstances, the suffering and pressure that people suffered were basically on the verge of mental collapse.

Xiao Qianbing calmly told him, "Go and ask them what they want. We'll have a chance if they attack us. "

Zhao Xiaoming bit the bullet and went to talk to that guy gently. That guy sent a piece of paper and left. He walked quite a distance away. He turned around and gave Xiao Qiangbing a thumbs up. Then, he fell over with disdain.

This was blatant provocation and ridicule. It meant that he could not get through it at all.

There was a painting on that piece of paper.

Zhao Xiaoming glanced at it and almost wanted to rub it and throw it away. Xiao Qiangbing snatched it over.

There was a picture of a pitiful child on it. He was skinny and had protruding facial features. His ribs were exposed. He was a child who endured hunger. He was carrying a black bucket in his hand as he came back from the well.

He staggered, his eyes filled with desire, and behind him was a large vulture.

This was a copy of a famous photography work. It meant that the child would starve to death immediately. The savage vulture was waiting for him to fall down and then eat the child's belly.

Xiao Qiangbing finished speaking with a heavy voice. The tears on the yellow root pillar were too well-developed. When he heard it, he actually began to sob.

The old Taoist held the dog and monkey, and his tears were hazy. He choked and said, "Qiangzi. I think. . . No matter what, we can't attack the elderly and children, as well as animals. They are the weak group, humans. . . "

After saying that, his messy philosophy came out.

"Brothers, among them, or behind them, there must be someone who is supporting us. Those who grasp our weakness, Lao Zi, Lao Zi, Xiao Qiangbing, are afraid of this. . . " Xiao Qiangbing said in exasperation and punched out fiercely.

He originally wanted to hit the hood of the car, but he was really anxious. He hit Zhao Xiaoming's arm all of a sudden. It hurt so much that Xiaoming was in so much pain that he was in so much pain that he punched Zhao Xiaoming's arm. In an instant, there were more of them. He turned around and pointed at Zhao Xiaoming, complaining, "Qiang Zi, Qiang Zi! Are you crazy? Ah, there are more than ten wounds. "

There were some disagreements on this side. On the other side of the bridge, an old man with a withered face was squinting his eyes and looking at them with a sinister expression.

After seeing this scene, a crafty expression flashed across his face. He said a few words to a muscular man beside him.

Because of the tragedy between the child and Vulture, Xiao Qiangbing and the others disagreed. The bickering and complaining, from afar, looked like a mess.

On the other side, they were in a mess, and the situation on the other side had changed.

These villagers had eaten quite a lot of food just now. They had not eaten grilled meat and grilled fish for a long time. They were all determined. As long as they blocked the bridge, these fellows would have to give them food. Even if they gave it to them, they would not be able to get through it.

The sun rose higher and higher. These fellows finally had food in their shrivelled stomachs. That comfortable feeling and pleasure surged into their hearts. Some people began to lazily sit on the bridge, putting on the posture of fighting to the death and enduring.

This was the nature of many people in this place. They were lazy, afraid of suffering, and liked comfort. They had already eaten a meal, so they just had to wait.

Xiao Qiangbing was arguing with Zhao Xiaoming. In his opinion, the little fatty was pretending to be sick. How could it hurt so much? When he encountered danger, he ran faster than a whirlwind.

"Qiangzi, I'm a potential type. I have explosive power. . . " Zhao Xiaoming replied in a boorish manner.

"That side has stopped. Did you notice anything wrong with your observation?"

Suddenly, Xiao Qiangbing gave Xiaoming a look and asked anxiously.

After an inexplicable quarrel, Zhao Xiaoming seemed to have sensed it too. Xiao Qiangbing's argument was a bit strange. He was not so petty, nor was he a calculative person. Something must have happened.

Zhao Xiaoming made a gesture that said he was going to slap his hand. He raised his heel and looked to the east a few times. He analyzed and said, "He's already resting. He's going to knock his head off. I learned from you. Qiangzi, discuss with them. Let's go to Crown Prince City together. I can kill him like this. "

Wasn't that nonsense? But Xiao Qiangbing's attitude was even more certain.

They had to rely on force. The other side definitely knew about the Maple Leaf Village's operation. They would use this kind of weak group method to force them to do nothing.

While they were researching, the little black child sent something over again.

This guy was carrying two coconut, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

When he saw this, Huang Yuanzhu's sympathy was immediately aroused, and he said sympathetically:

"How pitiful. Such a young child. If he was in China, he would wear a red scarf every day to go to school. Sigh, give me some money. "

Such a young child, even if he was the son of a bandit or the child of a criminal, with Xiao Qiangbing's personality, he would still have to eat a bunch of delicious food and drinks. But in this situation, if he ate 100 bucks, it would very likely lead to a gang fight.

There were many lessons learned from the same kind in history. This was not a film series, so Xiao Qiangbing naturally would not be fooled.

He had an idea and said, "Little Ming, go. Go and give Hua coins. "

Zhao Xiaoming went over again and even squatted on the ground modestly. A wave of psychological warfare and a pitiful look appeared on his face. After asking about the situation, he handed a five dollar bill to him and said amiably:

"Little friend, take it home. This is a five hundred dollar bill. Put it away properly. Tomorrow, the bosses of Crown Prince City will come to deliver you hamburger fried chicken and drinks. Go back and tell them that this is all we have. Do you see it?

I'm so thin. I haven't eaten for a few days. I'm even hungrier than you. "

If he said those words to deceive a smart child, it would simply be a lie. However, in a specific environment, the other party was a child who had never walked out of the village. His IQ was very ordinary. He did not just believe it, but also thanked him in a childish voice.

"Our adults said that you are not good people. If you come back tomorrow, I will secretly give you something to eat, but you still have to give me money. "

This conversation was funny enough, but the news that Zhao Xiaoming brought back was really nothing. Huang Yuanzhu was so angry that his face immediately changed. He was so angry that he wanted to rush over.

"Shameless brat, how can you use an old man and a child? I'll go over and pull out the troublemaker. I broke all his arms and legs. "

Just now, the child told Xiaoming that this place was open and there must be a country's satellite above his head. If they opened fire and beat up these helpless refugees, there would be people from the international community who would punish them immediately.

How could they say that the natives were brainless? When they came into contact with other people. . . Most of them were people from various organizations in the international community. They even knew about this, so they directly used it to scare people.

"Damn it, poisoned, injured, and even a group of refugees blocking the way. How are we going to get there?" Xiao Qianbing raised his head, his face full of anger and helplessness.