Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the second-in-command shouted to his confidants, "Retreat!"

Those bandits who were obviously much better at martial arts immediately jumped up and tried to escape.

Song Paner swung the fruit knife in her hand and hit one of them in the back, knocking him down. A group of children rushed forward and attacked him with weapons in their hands.

"Stop them! Don't let any of them escape!"

The members of Group Zero responded loudly, with great momentum.

The second in command sneered. Among these people, only the one with the scar on his face could fight with him.

He doesn't take the rest of the people seriously at all.

As for the strange firearms, he believed that as long as he was fast enough, he would be able to avoid them.

It was at this time that Song Paner's newly learned light skills came in handy.

She was small and very light, and she quickly caught up with them, ignoring the remaining ones, believing that the zero group should be able to handle them.

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……

In the dead woods, two figures, one big and one small, were moving back and forth quickly.

There was a whistling sound of wind blowing past my ears and a smell of blood rushing into my nose. It was the bloody hole in the shoulder of the second in command that was pierced by a fruit knife.

"Moli, you have to remember, if you attack, you must kill the opponent."

"Moli, good boy, yes, just like this, cut his throat..."

"Moli, don't be afraid, you can do it. Look... isn't killing easy?"

"Moli, ..."

Song Pan'er kept her breathing steady and tried her best to shut out the voices in her head.

She hasn't heard the voice of "Teacher Nik" for many years.

Perhaps it was the repeated deaths and killings she faced after traveling through time that awakened the memories she had deliberately wanted to forget.

The corpse hanging from the big tree at the entrance of Yangshu Village completely broke the shackles in my mind.

Because she thought of her parents.

Countless bodies were hung on the wall, surrounded by artillery fire and rubble, and the sound of various languages ​​​​merging into one "Help" filled my ears.

The violence in my heart could hardly be suppressed any longer.

The second in command stopped and he could clearly hear the footsteps behind him.

Turning back, I found only a short figure.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It looks like a little kid.

This little kid can actually keep up with my speed?

The sun rises very early now, and the sky is gradually turning pale.

The second in command only saw the small figure walking out from behind the dead tree.

A strange black coat with a hat that almost covers half of the face.

There were spots of dried blood on his snow-white cheeks, as if a fairy boy had fallen from the devil.

The second-in-command made an impatient "tsk" sound and waved his hand at the strange kid in front of him, "Hey! Kid, go back! You can't kill me!"

There was no expression on the face under the hat, and it still looked cold.

She spoke, her voice a little hoarse, with an upturned ending, "Oh, really?"

The voice of "Teacher Nik" sounded in my head again, "Moli, you are a genius. There is no one in this world that you can't kill! You are born to be a killing machine!"

"My teacher told me that there is no one in this world that I cannot kill. Do you think he is right?" Song Pan'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and a fruit knife flew straight towards the second in command's face with the sound of breaking through the air.

The second in command dodged to the side, and the second fruit knife came closer.

He was startled and wanted to raise his sword to block, but a dark shadow had already approached him and the wrist holding the sword was pierced by the dagger.

The second in command took a deep breath and swung his left fist at Song Paner's temple.

Song Pan'er leaned back, the dagger stuck in her wrist, and the second in command staggered with her.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he kicked his legs hard and landed on the shoulders of the second in command.

With a "click", the bald man's head turned 180 degrees.