Ark Harem Project

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Dong Yinkui's bandages were all stained scarlet red, whether it was the enemy or himself, and the plaster cast on his right leg was completely crumbled, exposing the bloody shinbone with the steel nails sandwiched between it.He looked at Dong Zhenhao and the other clansmen, then raised his head to look in the direction of Huangcheng in the distance.

The surrounding streets have been completely reduced to ruins filled with gunpowder and smoke, and the battle situation has also turned one-sided.The Supervision Department can no longer organize a decent resistance, and the eagle dogs of the old family are chasing and killing the fragmented remaining Combatants of the Supervision Department.Most of the rest are auxiliary units without combat effectiveness, or civilian workers, roaring and screaming together.

But those hawks and dogs avoided Dong Yinkui in unanimous agreement. The bastard of this kind of old aristocratic family is also the number one figure in the Supervision Department. Naturally, he must be handed over to those aristocratic families. It is not easy for other people to kill and take the first place .

Except for the leader of the second group, there were no other living people around Dong Yinkui, and all colleagues who could organize the defense had been killed.The last thing I saw was Lin Shouyi, who used up the last source stone reserve, then snatched a heavy machine gun and rushed into the enemy group, before the opponent had organized a defensive origin stone skill, killed those hawks and dogs. A large area was wiped out.

Then he was beaten into a sieve and died with a smug smile.

Now no one can prescribe defensive Originium skills, no matter who can kill Dong Yinkui easily.

Dong Zhenhao also raised his head and looked in the direction of Huangcheng, "What's the matter, homesick? It's impossible, and it's impossible for you to have any good feelings for the Dong family."

"Don't say that, cousin, I was raised by my mother after all, how could I have no feelings at all?"

"Are you saying this now to ask for mercy? Do you dare to ask for mercy until all your brothers are dead? Don't do this, I will look down on you." Dong Zhenhao laughed.

Dong Yinkui also laughed, and then he said coldly, "I don't want to go home, I'm just thinking, if we don't do anything, whether you or Li Guogong have become Xi's nourishment. Huangcheng is dead, Waiting for the emperor to be destroyed, that seems to be a good idea."

Dong Zhenhao stopped laughing, he paused for a while, and finally said slowly, "So we will still thank you. But cousin, people are divided into three, six, nine, and you are going to do it for most low-level people. To plan, or to plan for a small number of high-level people who control the world, you must think clearly. Everyone wants to be a hero when they are young, but what is a hero?"

"What is a hero?" Dong Yinkui asked.

"Heroes are a symbol of anti-government. Heroes are needed only when the world is bad, the emperor is stupid, and the people are poor. That's why we all hate heroes." Once, your colleagues and your subordinates died in front of you one by one. Because the emperor doesn’t want to see heroes, we don’t want to see, only civilians want to see...but civilians,” Dong Zhenhao shrugged, “have no right to speak what."

"It's because the common people of Yan Kingdom don't have the right to speak, so someone needs to plead for the people. This is not a hero, this is a bounden duty." Dong Yinkui shook his head, "When we were young, a famous theater troupe from Zhongzhou came to Huangcheng. Performed in Sanqingyuan, called "Seven Grades of Sesame Official", there is a line in it, you must remember."

"Being an official doesn't make decisions for the people. It's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes, right? It's very simple, but it's also worthless. If every official thinks so, why do civilians still rush to be an official? After all The ideal society of the sage is only an ideal."

"Yeah, worthless." Dong Yinkui whispered.

"It's about time, chatting with you is really boring, I should also send you to meet your heroes who threw their heads and blood. Think about it in hell, whether this world needs to plead for the people' hero'."

Dong Zhenhao waved his hand, and the warlock specialized in attack laughed and aimed at Dong Yinkui, the wind blade formed by the spiral air flow whizzed towards Dong Yinkui's neck.

Dong Yinkui wanted to close his eyes calmly and wait for death, but when he was about to close his eyes, he saw a figure blocking in front of him, and was cut off by the wind blade.The broken half of his body hit Dong Yinkui, and he sat down.

It was the leader of the second group, Qiufen, the man who had no fighting ability as a think tank.

Dong Yinkui looked at Qiufen's body in dismay.

"The last one." Dong Zhenhao looked up to the sky and sighed, "This is the path you chose, and the last one died for you too."

Dong Yinkui ignored Dong Zhenhao's posturing, he just suddenly felt angry.

——Why, the hero wants to die in such a humble way like dust!

——Why, such a twisted and despicable villain can laugh at the hero unscrupulously!

The warlock next to Dong Zhenhao raised his staff again, he knew that no one would resist his next attack.

He suddenly felt that time slowed down.

When his eyes went dark, Dong Yinkui thought at first that he had been killed, and that now he was in the afterlife, but he soon realized that he was still alive, and in the darkness in front of him, some unintelligible pictures suddenly began to play. Like countless movie screens opened in the darkness.

——A revolving lantern before death?

Dong Yinkui has heard that before death, there will be something called "revolving lantern". It seems that because people's nostalgia for the world leads to the secretion of certain hormones, people's sense of time speeds up, thus infinitely prolonging the last time in their minds. few seconds.In these few seconds, he can see all the past in his life, and examine his life's merits and demerits in his heart.

Many hot-blooded comics have this kind of revolving lantern.

——Am I also qualified to examine my life?

Dong Yinkui struggled to look at the ever-changing images, wanting to see what stories in his life were worth remembering before he died.

Then he froze.

That's not his life.

He was in a city shaken by the earth, with ruins of collapsed buildings, seriously injured and crying civilians everywhere.

But the aftershocks have not stopped yet. Young soldiers in army green camouflage uniforms have rushed desperately to the precarious ruins, picking them up with crowbars on their shoulders.Occasionally, a huge boulder slipped down with steel bars and hit the soldier's shoulders. He gritted his teeth against the half-ton boulder, and then pulled out the bloody civilians in the ruins.

There are also some soldiers who are too tired to be rescued, without sleeping bags or tents, and lie down in the center of the ruins.More soldiers are hurrying to eat bucket-packed instant noodles, finishing a bowl in a few tens of seconds, and then continue to devote themselves to the rescue.

They don't have weapons, they don't kill people, and they don't make meritorious deeds, but they are well-deserved fighters.

Before Dong Yinkui figured out what it was, those screens started playing other things.

In June, the flowers and trees are beautiful, the sun is shining, and the streets are paved with stone roads.

A man wearing a traditional cardigan, cloth shorts, and black cloth shoes, about [-] years old, looks elegant, smiling, with a foreign cigarette in his finger.He did not wear handcuffs and shackles, but was escorted by the strict defense of the Five Steps and One Post. Passing this quaint long street, he sang loudly.

The people in the street crowded around and burst into tears.

Dong Yinkui heard his lyrics.

"Whether it is a hero, whether it is the emperor or the emperor, no one can liberate us, only ourselves."

"Only the great labor army, only the laborers in my world, have the right to enjoy the earth, where there is no room for parasites!"

"The emperor used lies to deceive, we want to unite to kill the tyrant! Let the soldiers strike in the army, persuade them to hang their guns upside down, and disband the team!"

"How many ghosts and ghosts are there that eat our flesh and blood! One day, when the crows and vultures are gone, the sun will shine forever!"

He saw it, saw that the legs of the escorts began to tremble under the angry eyes of the crowd, and they could only raise their guns high, but the crowd did not retreat, but just stared at them silently.