Dr. Rhode Island is Lao Tzu Li Yunlong

Although people gathered together, their hearts have been broken, and they fell into a pile of scum, and they couldn't pick it up no matter what. Looking at the devastation outside, they wanted to fight back, but they didn't know why they were fighting back. .

Probably... just because of the bad breath that I couldn't swallow?But grudges can't lose your life!

Some people retreated because of this, and when the army was in order, they were pushed to the high ground by others, and collapsed like they were milked by Huang Daxian. The system is not complete, and if we meet that frost witch again, isn't this simply a matter of life for others?Not everyone has a firm resistance mentality, and there are many passers-by who follow the trend, so it's hell if you don't back down!

"Their goal is the sixth district. We can lay an ambush ahead of time. That frost witch is not invincible!" Even a girl like Zoya noticed the defeatism, and quickly reminded her loudly.

"The sixth district?"

"It was severely damaged by natural disasters. What did they do there?"

"Could it be that their goal is the battle preparation granary?"

"Damn it, if this is the case, they must not be allowed to succeed!!"

"But we only have this little manpower, we can stop it for a while, but we can't stop it for a lifetime."

Everyone immediately talked about it, some wanted the first wave, and some were still timid. Some people began to analyze the feasibility of the ambush plan, and some people tried to win more supporters to cancel this death-death operation. Some are policemen, some are soldiers, there are security guards of large companies, and civilians who have received combat training... The composition is very complicated, and the opinions are even more complicated. If there is no one who can unify their opinions, they may be able to continue arguing like this forever.

Zoya is also very confused, of course she can't be the person who unifies all opinions, she doesn't have that kind of prestige and ability, and not many people know her, she is just the daughter of a police officer who has died, and follows her father's colleagues and friends Acting together, avoiding the raids of the integration movement, joining forces with other stragglers in a daze, logically joined the resistance organization of this grass-roots team, and became an Ursus warrior preparing to launch a counterattack against the integration movement.

However, she has not really fought yet, although her father taught her how to use the revolver-shaped staff in her hand before she was alive-she didn't even know what the "Frost Witch" represented in the eyes of these people.

"We can't let the integration movement get to the granary! Cough cough cough..." When everyone was arguing endlessly, a weak voice came out, which instantly suppressed the discussion like a riot of five hundred flies, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"Ahem cough cough...absolutely...absolutely can't let the integration movement get to the granary." The crowded crowd gradually gave way to an area, giving way to a dilapidated hospital bed, wearing a pair of Ursus military uniform trousers, naked The upper body was covered with dirty and bloody bandages, and the middle-aged man, who seemed to be half-breathed, tried to say, "The supply of the integration movement is insufficient, if you persist... for a while, without food, they will mess up. That is Our only chance, if we get the granary, they will stand firm, that way... cough cough cough... that way, we are really dangerous... cough cough cough cough!"

The seriously injured man coughed violently, as if his lungs were going to be smashed, and he didn't calm down until he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. His already haggard face became even paler, and his braids might pop up at any time.

"Major Beria, stop talking!" The soldier's former troops immediately surrounded him. This seriously injured soldier is currently the highest-ranking person here, and everyone is planning to risk a Rhode Island doctor from the guerrillas. The reason is that although he is not a famous general, he was only a civilian officer in the gendarmerie before the incident, but now he is the only one who can make up his mind here. Without him, a group of defeated soldiers might not be able to survive even a day.

"Major Beria, we don't want to question your decision-making, but you know our current situation. Even if there is civil turmoil in the integration movement, what can we do?" An officer with the rank of lieutenant raised a question. He is not a major. As a serious company commander in the old department, he now has twice as many subordinates as Major Beria in this team, so he speaks with extra confidence.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the early bird, but the latter still held his proud head high and showed no signs of stage fright.

He has always advocated avoiding war.

"Then your opinion... cough cough cough!!"

"Rather than risking these hundreds of lives here, in my opinion, it is better to organize a breakout while everyone is still physically strong, wait until we get in touch with the Imperial Army, and then come back with the big army to deal with these thugs!"

The major officer coughed violently again, his lungs were seriously injured, the lieutenant officer ignored the severe coughing, and calmly explained his point of view, his voice fell, the former also recovered, and there was a moment of silence, major Only then did he speak slowly: "From the time when the mobs started rioting, until the ruling hall was captured and Qiecheng officially fell, have you received any contact from the central government?"

"No."

"Neither have I, nor have any of us. Our calls went nowhere, and we sent so many telegrams that none of them were answered."

"This may be due to radio interference from natural disasters..."

"Don't lie to yourself, Lieutenant Ivanov, the scale of this natural disaster is not large enough to completely interfere with the imperial military radio station. Although I don't want to admit it, it is the fact that we have been abandoned by the empire. There will be no There will not be a large army of reinforcements, even if we are lucky enough to break through, what is waiting for us is probably only the review and secret execution by the Lubyanka agency.”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked. Fortunately, the military personnel said that most of them had already noticed this, but they just didn’t want to believe it. Now it’s just inevitable that they were a little disappointed and angry. The police and civilians who didn’t know about it immediately exploded Guo, waiting for rescue is the only hope they can persevere until now. Now that hope is shattered, there is a scene of mourning, and even those who are psychologically weak just sit down on the ground and cry loudly.

This improvised small team was already extremely sensitive, and everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and they might collapse at any time. The major officer's speech was like digging his own grave and killing people.

"Major Beria, please take back your statement. As an imperial soldier, even if you are an officer, I have the right to set up a temporary military court immediately!" Realizing that the situation is getting out of control, even knowing that Major Beria What you said should be the truth, and Lieutenant Ivanov quickly refuted it—what are you talking about at a time like this?

"Surrender, since the empire has abandoned us, what's the point of continuing to resist?" Finally, the first capitulationist appeared, and he was still the leader of the police. The major's right to speak, "It's better to surrender. It's great to go outside and find a source stone crystal. At least you can save your life."

"Those who want to surrender can go. If you don't believe what I said, you can go if you want to find reinforcements. I won't stop you... Cough cough... As for those who can't swallow this breath like me, then stay, Ursas They want us to die, and the Reunification Movement wants us to die, so we just can't die, we want to survive."

This speech was neither impassioned nor impassioned. The major officer's physical strength could no longer support him to add emotion to the words. After trying to finish the words, he coughed violently again, which made people doubt whether he could practice his will.

Everyone was silent, even though they had their own ghosts in their hearts and their hearts were divided, but looking at the seriously injured and dying major, no one had the nerve to say anything brazenly, but in this silence, a few frivolous notes sounded, It disturbed this solemnity extremely forcefully.

"Sarkaz man, what are you doing?" Everyone looked at the tall Sarkaz man sitting on the top of a ruined wall. He was holding a broken wooden guitar in his arms. Issued by hand.

"Hush, don't make noise, feel the music with your heart, feel the wonderful fire of revenge, I can see it, the fire of revenge is burning in the wasteland." A string of seemingly chaotic notes spewed out from the guitar in his hand, and his whole body trembled slightly with the tremor of the strings, and he had completely entered his own world, with his eyes closed and his face full of intoxication.

Made mentally handicapped! !

"Jazz?" Zoya looked at the Sarkaz man with some doubts. The notes he played did not meet the aesthetics of most Ursus people. Ursas have a profound cultural and artistic background, and the choice of music In terms of music, they are more inclined to majestic and heavy symphonies, or melodious and melodious classical music, and their acceptance of modern pop music is not particularly high.But as a student who is deeply influenced by Colombia's emerging culture, Zoya can recognize this music form, which is characterized by improvisation, and she quite likes it, but it's a pity that the player is Saka, who is not popular in Ursas This person, otherwise the lack of fellow girls really want to discuss it with him.

This Sarkaz man was picked up by this team. To be precise, a team that came to join before was hunted down by the integration movement. This man suddenly descended from heaven, chopping melons and vegetables. He was a thug who scared off the other mobs, so he joined the team logically. However, apart from knowing that he was good at swordsmanship and that he was an infected person, everyone didn't even know his name or code name. If people want to explore, they can only call them "Sarkaz people" in a guarded way.

He's the only Sarkaz here anyway.

"Miss?" Zoya was thinking about it, when the Sarkaz suddenly asked.

"Uh... call me?"

"What's the code name of that doctor in Rhodes Island?" The Sarkaz, who was intoxicated by the music, opened his eyes, and a killing intent flashed in his sharp eyes.

"It seems to be calling the doctor..." Zoya replied honestly without doubting him.

"Doctor? Doctor? What a nostalgic title!" Repeatedly repeating this nonsensical word, the rhythm of the Sarkaz's hand plucking the strings suddenly accelerated, and the originally chaotic notes suddenly became hoarse The ridicule was hard to hear, and non-mainstream music turned into pure noise. Even Zoya, who likes jazz, found it hard to accept.

The core of Jazz is improvisation. The melody of Jazz can convey the player's mood most authentically. The noisy and violent notes indicate the inner frenzy of the Sarkaz people, but his posture of playing is still elegant and steady.

When the messy notes reached the climax, there was only a crisp sound of "collapse". The guitar picked up from the ruins was finally overwhelmed, and the strings collapsed into two pieces.

"It's a pity." The Sarkaz raised his eyebrows, and he didn't seem to mind that his interest in playing the music was interrupted. He threw the guitar casually, and pulled out a long knife that was as tall as himself from the gap in the broken wall. Jumped off the ruins.

The people nearby could not help but take a step back.

"Miss, do you also like jazz?" The person who kept his guard was like air in the eyes of the Sarkaz, and now he was only looking at the inconspicuous girl.

"I guess..." Zoya couldn't figure out the logic of this guy's behavior at all.

"Which song is your favourite?"

"Uh...Giantsteps..."

"Your taste is great, it's a piece of music suitable for fighting." The Sarkaz snapped his fingers, grinning at the corners of his mouth, showing slightly sharp teeth, "Killing in jazz is the greatest enjoyment in life, do you think Woolen cloth?"

What is he trying to say?

Zoya was completely confused by the Sarkaz. Fortunately, the latter didn't care whether the girl answered or not. She turned around, and with a flash of the blade, two heads shot up into the sky. It was the police captain who wanted to surrender. And Lieutenant Ivanov, who was avoiding the battle, his knife skills were so fast that no one could react.

"Happy cooperation!" The Sarkaz showed a meaningful evil smile at the major lying on the hospital bed.

Chapter 270 Six of You All Possess Special Skills

With a snap of the fingers, two of the three headed family members died unexpectedly. Although they had long been wary of the brutality of the Sarkaz people and kept a distance from each other, no one could have imagined that this Sarkaz, who likes jazz, The strike will be so decisive, without even the slightest sign of the strike.

This is completely a sneak attack without morals.

"You bastard...?!" After the initial shock, someone soon recovered, and one of the lieutenant's subordinates had a distorted expression, yelling that he was about to step forward to fight the Sarkaz.

But seeing the light of the knife flash, this time, everyone could clearly see how the Sarkaz drew the knife. The long, clumsy black long knife, which was as long as the height of the knife holder, was in the hands of the Sarkaz with dexterity. It's like an embroidery needle.This time he seems to have deliberately slowed down the speed of swinging the knife so that others can see his moves clearly. At least everyone can be sure that when he chopped off two heads with the knife just now, the speed of swinging the knife was definitely not as slow as it is now .

The desperate soldier also saw the knife clearly. Although he was very angry, he was also very clear-headed. He knew that the Sarkaz people were strong, so he was always careful, and wanted to dodge when he saw it, but he was surprised. Surprisingly, this slow and casual slash seemed to lock all his dodging space, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid that dangerous black arc.

There was not much time left for the soldier to think, the black knife seemed to cut into the elbow of his right arm slowly and quickly, and the rough edge of the knife was hardly hindered, just like cutting tofu, cutting through the flesh and cutting It broke the joint capsule, cut into the joint gap, and then shot up into the sky with a severed arm, throwing a round blood flower, and returned to the Sarkaz's shoulder.

The technique of this knife was so exquisite that the soldier didn't feel the pain of the broken arm until it fell to the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust.

"Ah... ah... ah?!" The pain of the broken arm was so severe, the soldier opened his mouth wide, but it seemed as if his throat was strangled, and he could hardly make a sound, "Hand... arm? My right hand ah ah Ahhh?!"

The soldier with a severed arm clutched his bloody wrist, knelt down on the ground and howled heart-piercingly, and the comrades around hurriedly stepped forward to help him bandage. With this wave of killing chickens and monkeys, others treat the Sarkaz There is more fear in the eyes, and no one dares to provoke this killer.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Major Beria started coughing, "I don't remember any cooperation agreement we reached, Sarkaz, I don't even know what to call you, how can we talk about cooperation?"

"Cooperation does not need to sign any treaty. Even if you write your own name on that thing, it is just toilet paper for wiping your ass. Real cooperation only depends on the consistency of the interests and goals of both parties. Now, the two of us interests are the same." The Sarkaz grinned grinningly, "I helped you get rid of the opponents, and now these minions around you can only get on your chariot to avenge the Ursus Empire and the integration movement." Revenge, I'll play a farewell jazz for you, isn't this the perfect collaboration?"

"...You are right, Sarkaz, although I don't understand your motives for doing this, but you did help me, even though I don't need this form of help at all, now, I can introduce myself Is it?"

"Yanke, just a wanderer passing by."

"Old Li, you scratched your head all the way, did you have lice?" In the team heading to the sixth district to search the granary, Shuang Xing teased Lao Li, who seemed to be degenerating, with some amusement.

"Why do I always feel that there is a chill behind this?" Lao Li scratched the back of his neck in frustration, and he felt something was wrong not long after he went out, as if someone had been staring at him maliciously.

"Air conditioner?" Shuang Xing raised his eyebrows, "Yang Ge, are you playing tricks?"

"Don't blame me!" Yang Ge, who was named, spread his arms innocently, "Eldest sister, you know me well. If I play a prank, how could it be just such a low-level trick to scare people with cold air behind my back?"

"Big Bear?"

"Eldest sister, you know me well. If you have any objections to someone, just beat him down with your fists. How can you play any pranks?"

"Petrova, it can't be you, can it?"

"Sister, you know me well. Although I am a woman, I am not interested in men. How could I harass him?"

The last snow monster waved his hands again and again before Frost Star called his name, and began to clarify himself: "Eldest sister, you know me well, I..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it, I understand, it seems that each of you has unique skills?" Shuang Xing rolled his eyes angrily.

The four idiots of the snow monster scratched their heads and smiled foolishly.

"Don't ask, it shouldn't have anything to do with your brothers. I just think that this trip may encounter some troubles. Let them be careful and get nervous. If it doesn't work, let's withdraw first. Anyway, the granary will not run away." Lao Li waved his hand, and then scratched the back of his neck. It was the coldest place, as if being pressed against a cold ghost knife, which made people feel uneasy.

Lao Li knew what was going on. He had fought all his life, and how many times he had recovered a small life from under the tip of the enemy's gun. He had developed an instinctive reaction to danger. Like the level of the upper body of a ghost, someone who is timid will turn around and run away by now.

And he, Li Yunlong, has always been unbelieving in evil. Many times he knew that there are tigers in the mountains and he prefers the tigers. He didn't believe that the king of hell could take his life. It's just that after many years of comfortable life, he almost forgot about this kind of knife point. The feeling in the mouth of the throat was actually a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Well, I see, fourth brother, go and tell everyone else." Knowing that Lao Li is not a scholar at all, but a wild wolf with a keen sense of blood, he said this This kind of "right eye jump disaster" cannot be simply regarded as a feudal superstition, it is the result of countless accumulated experiences, and Frost Star himself sometimes feels this way, so he dare not neglect, and hastily ordered a member of the snow monster team To alert the peloton.

Just now, before Frost Xing could ask anything, he opened his mouth to explain. Hearing the voice was still a young boy, the snow monster ran away. Only then did Lao Li clearly distinguish the four white-robed monsters who had been following Frost Xing. They don't reveal anything, except for the big bear who is obviously taller than the others and who lives up to his name, the other three people look at each other and ask for a sample. It wasn't a round of soul torture by Shuang Xing. Lao Li didn't even know that there was another woman.

"Big sister, big sister?" Taking advantage of Lao Li being troubled by intuition and not speaking for a while, Yang Ge sneaked up and pulled Shuang Xing one body behind Lao Li.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, you have to fart!"

"Hey, big sister, you've been swearing enough in the past two days. How did you suddenly learn to swear? You didn't speak like this before."

"Is there?" Shuang Xing slightly raised his head and thought about it, reviewed what he had done in the past few days, and then... lowered his head and hid his face, "It's nothing, in fact, it's just that... Before I knew it, I just... Learned."

Ah, the eldest sister who is shy because she finds her own shortcomings is so cute!

... No, the point is not this!

Frost Star's slightly awkward expression made Yang Ge intoxicated for a while. It's rare to see a person who is at the level of an Iron Lady on the battlefield, and the snow monster team is also controlled by an old lady who has a common language with Huang, but He didn't come to date him to make him shy—his love letters have been torn up many times.

"I said big sister, why do you protect this uncle so much, and it was the same last time, he doesn't look special, and he is not as handsome as me." Although I no longer send love letters now, because it is very likely Was taken by the impatient Frost Star to be publicly executed, but Comrade Yang Ge still loves Comrade Yelena deeply, and the ignorant first love is always unforgettable. Fragile heart, "It's not that I have any opinion on your decision-making. It is reasonable for me to not care if you make friends, but if the leader blames you and says that we will eat inside and outside... right?"

"What?" Shuang Xing, who was still thinking about his etiquette, didn't listen to what Yang Ge said at all. Anyway, nine of the ten sentences in these few sentences were about cross talk, and the remaining sentence might not be nutritious. Frost Star had long been habitually filtered, and only now did he realize it.

And this kind of dumbfounded performance was understood by Yang Ge as another meaning.

He felt that he had seen through the truth!

"No...no...you can't? No...it shouldn't be like this! Sister, don't you...you...do you actually like this type of uncle?" Yang Ge held his chest tightly, his tone exaggerated "Yes, it should be like this, that's right, the young orphan girl was adopted by the old father, so she has a unique preference for men from her father's generation, and she prefers uncles who are much older than herself, so you refused My love, tell me it's not like this!"

Snapped!