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Chapter 459 Women singing folk songs

"Damn, that girl is so crazy..." Chen Yunfa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling lingering fear.

But facing the cold gaze of Mizhi, who was covered in blood on her face, was also embarrassed as brave as Chen Yunfa.

What kind of eyes are that!

The almond eyes, which should have been filled with youth and laughter, were covered with a layer of gray.

Chen Yunfa was very familiar with that color, it should be the color of death. But now it appeared on a young woman with a beautiful and youthful face. The huge contrast made Chen Yunfa feel that goose bumps were involuntarily appearing on his arms.

"We are the Ancient City Group of the Kingdom Army, you are..." Liu Lang, who had personally killed the fifty Black Hawk Empire Army, walked over with a little bit of anger in his heart, stared at the unique woman, and asked softly.

"Kingdom? Northern Army? Ancient City Regiment? Are you our soldiers?" Mizhi asked as she glared at Liu Lang.

Before Liu Lang could answer, Mizhi suddenly screamed: "You are our soldiers, but I, Mijiayu, have been hung to death in the village by the Black Hawk Empire people. Where are you?"

The shrill female voice echoed in the valley, echoing over the corpses of the Black Hawk Imperial Army.

The other women covered their faces and started to whimper.

Although it was a question, the tears of bloody sorrow made Liu Lang and the two special forces soldiers feel the same.

Yes, that woman was right. As a soldier, where were they when the compatriots she had vowed to protect suffered this?

"Sorry, we are one step later, so our regiment commander chose not to use a gun. We used the knife in our hand to cut these Black Hawk Empire people with our own hands." Chen Yunfa murmured.

I don’t know if it was to explain it to the woman with a desperate look or to explain it to him.

Maybe, both!

If you don't give yourself an explanation like this, even if the three people whose nerves are as hard as a piece of stubborn iron during countless killings, their hearts will be cut off whenever they think of the scene an hour ago.

That was the most tragic scene they had ever seen in their lives, no doubt about it.

When the young child who should have been innocent and laughing looked at them with his eyes full of dust.

"Your team leader?" When Mizhi heard Chen Yunfa say this, she suddenly had a hint of spirit in her eyes, looking at Liu Lang standing straight in front of her with blood all over her.

The fat man who was like a ferocious beast on earth, the fat man who killed the Black Hawk Empire was like a chicken, turned out to be a leader.

With a "bang", Mizhi hit the ground with heavy knees and knelt in front of Liu Lang.

With a "bang", his forehead knocked heavily.

A blood flower even appeared on the hard ground.

"What are you doing? You just say anything." Liu Lang was also shocked by this fierce woman.

Still kneeling on the ground, Mizhi raised her head, and blood burst out from her once fair forehead. The red blood and white skin were intertwined into a strange beauty. "My head was kowtowed to my 115 villagers in Mijiayu. Thank you for avenging them."

With a "bang", Michi knocked heavily again.

Liu Lang sighed silently in his heart. He already knew what the woman wanted to say next.

War should let the woman go away, but can he refuse?

Sure enough, Mizhi, who raised his head again, looked at Liu Lang, "This head is for me. I want to ask the superior to let me join your ancient city regiment. I, Mizhi, want to kill the Black Hawk Empire. Even if I die, I will die on the battlefield where I can see the bodies of the Black Hawk Empire."

Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao both turned their eyes to Liu Lang, who was as deep as water.

They all have a kind of intuition. If Liu Lang refuses, I am afraid that the hot-sexed farm girl would hold the gun she had been holding even if she kowtows...

Reversely stab at herself.

"Mizhi, from now on, you will be a soldier in the ancient city regiment. However, as a soldier, you have to forget that you are a woman." Liu Lang's eyes burst into appreciation and replied in a deep voice.

Who says women are inferior to men? The woman in front of me is stronger than most men.

"From now on, Mizhi is the last man of Mijiayu." Hearing Liu Lang's reply, Mizhi's eyes finally shone with tears.

Unlocked his long hair, held a bayonet in his hand, "sting", and his long black hair was cut off.

"Sir, and we." Several village girls who had been sobbing next to them finally plucked up the courage and walked over with them, and knelt in front of Liu Lang with Mizhi.

"Okay, from now on, you are a member of the ancient city regiment. The combat squad you are in is called the Mi family squad, and the first squad leader is Mizhi. Your instructor is Mo Xiaomao, the first sharpshooter of my ancient city regiment." Liu Lang pointed at Mo Xiaomao with a finger and said loudly. "All stand up, except for bewing down your knees to the comrades who died in battle, the rest, even God, must stand up and straighten up."

A woman full of hatred is far more terrifying than a man.

At least when I saw seven women vomiting wildly while holding bayonets that were not particularly suitable for chopping, chopping the neck of the Black Hawk Imperial Army, and stubbornly using all the Black Hawk Imperial Army heads to pay tribute to their relatives.

Even Liu Lang felt a little cold on his back.

If he offended Ji Xiaoniuer that day in the future, would that same stubborn girl?

How to say it? Looking at this scene, Liu Lang was thinking about the scene where a romantic figure in later generations was held by his wife with scissors and cut it off. The most terrifying thing was that he threw it into the toilet and pressed the flush valve. No matter how developed medicine is, he could not make a "golden cudgel" out of thin air.

Including the Black Hawk Army Lieutenant who was already covered with white cloth on a stretcher, fifty-four heads were really heavy. But the seven women, plus their new instructor Mo Xiaomao, actually held a rifle as a bar, and the two carried them together, as if they were carrying fifty-four watermelons, but they were just furry watermelons, and they were carrying them to Mi Jiayu, eight miles away.

That scene was not until many years later when Chen Yun gave his children and grandchildren the coldest scene in his life, which was the best.

Really, when you see seven women singing folk songs loudly while carrying more than fifty heads towards "home", anyone will be filled with cold air!

When a person's ferocity is completely aroused, the bottom line will be broken through again and again.

Not only the Black Hawk Empires will be cruel, but also the Kingdoms will be.

Kingdom women, too.
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