I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

It's like being cut open from the middle of a water bag filled with liquid.

bleeding profusely?

No, it was blood.

In the blink of an eye, a small pool of blood appeared on the beach.

Fortunately for the short pirate, he completely died within a few seconds after extending the sword qi.

As for the tall, burly men, they have not yet lost consciousness due to the lower position of the sword slash.

Leaking out of the body cavity at the same time as the blood, there is also the intestinal tract that occupies a large proportion of the interior.

The blue intestines became more and more disgusting under the soaking of blood, and they were dragging and hanging all over the sand.

The main organs of a person are in the upper body, so after being cut in two from the waist, the mind can still remain clear.

The more tenacious the vitality, the more able to experience this inhuman torture.

"Navy! Give me a good time!" There is no hope of survival. Under the endless torture of beheading in half, the mind is still there, but it must experience the process of approaching death step by step.At this time, what the pirates desire most is to lose consciousness as soon as possible.

"Let's go, go and help those civilians with first aid on the battlefield!" Rosinandi turned a deaf ear to the pirates' begging. He turned around and asked his naval colleagues to untie the bundled civilians and checked their injuries. .

"You demons!" The first officer of the pirate struggled miserably and crawled on the sand, dragging out a striking bloodstain.

The corner of the fraudster's mouth raised an arc towards the group of helplessly wailing pirates, and he smiled gracefully: "Devil? Yes, as long as the expeditionary force can scare you group of devils, you can call them whatever you want."

In the Legion's dictionary, there is no forgiveness for pirates.

There is only an eye for an eye.

The townspeople wept with joy, and their anger was greatly eased by such a punishment.With the arrival of the savior, the victory of the offensive and defensive transition made these civilians very grateful.

If there is no navy, what a miserable scene of purgatory on earth it would be!

Unlike other residents who were lucky to be alive, the most prestigious old man lost his amiable smile and let the navy set his bones in a trance.

Just as Rosinindi connected the dislocated arm of the old mayor, a woman wrapped in a navy coat trotted up to meet him: "Mr. Navy! There are still a few pirates in the refuge cave! And they dragged away the town The other girls!"

Without further ado, the high-ranking officer held the knife in his right hand and the straw hat boy who had been staring blankly beside him with his left hand, and went straight to the direction pointed by the townspeople.

Accompanying him were several other deployments in overcoats.

They jumped between the mountains and forests, and paused briefly in mid-air, as if they were walking on the ground.

Before the group of people rushing to get close to the entrance of the cave, they heard the unrestrained and rude laughter of the male inside and the rapid crackling sound of physical intercourse and collision.

The expeditionary troops who secretly called out looked at each other, knowing that they might have been late for a long time.

Rosindi slammed on the ground, ejected at an explosive speed, and slashed the pirate who was still pressing on the girl and swaying his back.

The other pirates in the cave were stupefied for a moment, and then several white figures filed in, nailing the violent villains to the rock wall.

But it was too late.

Eight naked young girls fell down in the cave, and a large amount of viscous white turbid liquid covered them.

Between the two strands, the frightening bloodstains were entangled with the big beach rice clear liquid.

The black feather man quickly lifted the headless dead body that was still holding down a girl, and separated the joint of the two.

The girl in front of him didn't seem to react at all, she was looking towards him dully.The empty and desperate eyes seemed to have lost all yearning for this world.

"Raven, there are two children who didn't make it through." A sailor approached Rossindi quietly, and pointed to the two petite figures lying down at the bottom of the cave.

Those two lovely girls who were supposed to show their lively and playful side in their youth.

Collapsing motionless in the hard and wet soil, covered in bruises and purple marks caused by hematomas, he told the members of the expeditionary army what a tragic experience they had just experienced.

Luo Xiannandi took the overcoat handed to him by the veteran and gently wrapped the girl in front of him who survived by chance.

He didn't dare to use force at all, and the remaining six girls were covered in injuries, and the corners of their mouths, breasts, and lower body were even more messed up.

The member of the expeditionary force knelt on the ground and took out the navy and legion badges from his pocket, spread them out in the palm of his hand and gestured softly to the girl: "You are safe, the navy is here, and everyone in the town is safe .”

"Let's go home."

The last word seemed to touch the soulless puppet in front of him, and finally a gleam of clarity flashed in the girl's eyes. She stared blankly at the expeditionary soldiers, and finally cried bitterly.

"Rosinindi, tell me, what can I do for them now?" The little straw hat that was left hanging aside gritted his teeth. Difficulty suppressing anger and sadness.

Rossindi glanced at him, didn't say much, and pointed back to the many clothes left in the cave: "Pick up the clothes and blankets scattered on the ground, and wrap the two girls who can't be rescued tightly." Strictly."

"I'm really fed up with this era of broken pirates!" Rossindi turned his head and muttered softly to his companions in the Navy headquarters.

Kaku, who was at the other end of the port, said similar words at the same time as him.

The young man, standing straight behind the old mayor who had contacted the navy, complained softly to the fox.

The old man sat cross-legged silently in the pool of blood not far away. He tightly held the other's thin and already cold palms with both hands, trying in vain to warm his wife with his body temperature.

In his mouth, he whispered the song that was used to pursue love back then:

“All shall be well, and Jack shall h**e Jill. (Lover shall be well)”

again and again.

pain,