Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Ganba, why are you always daydreaming, is it a fox who has taken your soul away?Mother Nine slapped me hard on the back and said angrily. I shook my head, trying to shake off the dizziness from the nightmare.The sun was high in the sky, and there was a burning pain on the scalp. Ninth old mother was chattering: Men are all lunatics, I'm talking about the men in the grass-eating family, look at your fourth master, look at your ninth master, and look at yourself! Ninth Master carried his owl and wandered on the bare grass, singing the spells that called out to the devil. Stone monuments marking milestones along the long road.The owl's work and rest time has been reversed, and it really is "there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart."The fourth master leaned against the stinky barberry fence to bask in the sun, the cool air coming out of the cracks in his bones made him tremble, even if he ate three hundred ginseng a day, it would be difficult to cure the fourth master's chills.

The soldiers chasing the locusts had blown their horns to retreat, and the male and female scholars of the Locust Research Institute also returned to the tents to bury pots for cooking. The locusts on the street were half a foot thick, and all objects lost their true colors and turned dark red. , all the objects were squirming, and the fourth master was covered with locusts, which looked like a huge beehive from a distance, only his eyes still shone with a cold light from the gaps in the locusts.The people in the village have gone hiding somewhere, and we seem to be the only living creatures left in the huge herbivorous family, but I remember that I have a wife and a son, and I bought a few boxes of onion-flavored biscuits for my son, Mother and father are still alive, as well as the fifth mother, sixth mother, eighteenth uncle, eighteenth aunt, many brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. They all existed and will never disappear. After passing by, I can definitely see them gathering in the open space at the head of the village, dancing like crazy, foaming at the mouth all the time, and passing out on the ground.

I must join in this dance, and by then, the owl in the copper cage of the Nine Lords will be able to speak fluent and beautiful creamy Mandarin, which is fleshy and touching, like the accent of a lady announcer of the Kuomintang radio station. I don't care about the Ninth Mother who has been chanting spells in my ears like a witch, and I don't look back at the stiff Fourth Master and the crazy Ninth Master. passed the road. Enduring the itching of the locusts crawling all over the body, people still concentrated their energy and looked at the fourth mother who was wearing a broken shoe around her neck and uttering wild words. Vicious and terrifying emotions were brewing in their hearts, even though people had heard that the fourth mother was secretly Through the scandal of the potter's abandonment, but the noble gesture of the four old mothers riding a donkey out of the village and walking on the avenue with arrogance and arrogance at the altar wiped out the contempt for sluts in their hearts. The contempt was transferred to the gray-faced fourth master, which was completely correct. I suddenly realized that as a cruel and ruthless descendant, I stood on the seat of judging the ancestors, even though my subordinates had a creed that strictly condemned adultery behind the back of the husband. Just like blood flows in every illiterate man and woman, but in the face of animal-based morality and human-based emotion, the balance has tilted, and I cannot pronounce the crime of the fourth mother. In this world, thousands of As the years go by, men are still worse than women, and everyone automatically gets out of the way, watching the deranged donkey whizzing by like a playful little whirlwind.Master Nine took the reins and ran behind the donkey's rump. My soul followed the phantom of Master Nine and the donkey, chasing the sweet fragrance of the fourth mother, and gradually moved away from the noisy village.

The river embankment is high and steep, and the top of the high and steep embankment is a flat sandy road. The donkey used to run down the embankment, but after leaving the village, it still had to walk on the embankment.The water of the river is blue, but the broken waves are as white as chrysanthemum petals. The donkey does not feel dizzy when he sees the water.What a clear sky, with only one white camel-shaped cloud hanging near the sun.The earth was vast, trembling and trembling. It was the hundreds of millions of descendants of the Locust God who were moved by the sacrificial rites of the Fourth Master or provoked the idea of ​​migration, moving towards the river bank.The strange plants in the red swamp were eaten up by the locusts, their stems, leaves and skin were eaten away, leaving only some hard, withered plants standing sadly and angrily, like huge fish bones and tiny dinosaur skeletons.From a distance, I saw some pale bones lying scattered in the swamp. Among them were the skulls of horses, the leg bones of bears, and the badly worn teeth of apes.The air is filled with the fishy smell of the river, the smell of locust feces, and the smell of the swamp. These three smells are distinct in layers, distinct in color, clear in color, clear in enemy and friend, and will never be confused, forming three in a smelly unified world. A camp with distinct barriers.

That day, the fourth mother, the little donkey, and the ninth master were walking on the river embankment. When they were about three miles away from the village, they heard distant and boundless noises in the fields, and the turbid waves of jumping locusts rolled on the bare land. Wave after wave surged up the embankment. Inside the embankment was dark blue water, and outside the embankment was a sea of ​​locusts.The locusts did not seem to be crawling, but flowing, like the tide rushing to the beach, wow—a batch, tens of thousands, my mother!Wow——Another batch, tens of thousands are pressing tens of thousands, my dear mother!Wow-wow-wow-batch after batch, layer upon layer, endless, countless, my God!I'm really worried that the locusts will swallow this embankment, which is seven meters high, five meters wide and twelve meters wide, causing the river to flood.Fortunately, locusts do not eat soil, what a pity that locusts do not eat soil!The locusts gathered under the embankment and formed long dragons as thick as buckets and hundreds of meters long, rolling slowly up the embankment.The donkey trembled with fright and kept pulling its crotch to urinate. Master Ninth also showed a look of horror. The skin is more striking and radiant.Master Nine beat the ass of the donkey with the end of the rein, intending to urge the donkey to run away, but the donkey's muscles and bones were already weak, and the hind legs of the hunchback sat on the ground with one buttock, and a bunch of desperate donkey farts were violently shot out, blowing the world into the world lightly.The fourth mother fell off the donkey, still seemed to open her bodhisattva eyes, seemed to be angry but not angry with Liu Yemei, standing there in a daze, not knowing whether she was the real fourth mother or a fake fourth mother.We saw that there were more than 30 locust dragons winding along the river bank, connected end to end, front and rear. I calculated each locust dragon as 100 meters long and 50 centimeters in diameter. I know that there were 19,625 cubic meters of half-sized locusts rolling on the river bank that morning. Ten trains would not be able to pull these locusts, not to mention that they are still growing at a rapid rate. I also firmly believe that there are such locust dragons rolling on the river embankment covered by the village and on the river embankment west of the village.

I observed the locusts carefully, and saw them embracing each other, with countless tentacles shaking, countless stomachs shaking, countless legs shaking, and countless locusts spitting emerald green spittle from their mouths. , soaked in countless locust limbs, countless locust limbs rubbed against each other, making countless strange sounds, countless locusts issued mysterious calls like incantations, countless strange sounds and countless Qing's mysterious chirping mixed into a noisy, disturbing, dizzying and itchy loud sound, not the wind passing over the ground, but the wind passing over the ground.Disaster strikes suddenly, and the earth rotates in reverse.Maybe hundreds of years later, this world will be the world of locusts.People are not as good as locusts.I watched helplessly as the locusts rolled up the embankment with the power to destroy everything. The sun shone on the giant dragon formed by the locusts. The strong sunlight only shone on the dragon formed by the unity of hundreds of millions of locusts. The close-knit group of people, the distant fields and the near river are overshadowed.The gleaming locust carapace is like the scales of a giant dragon, rattling and scratching, and the white nerves are running with terror like electricity, bursting out blue sparks.If we still stand on the embankment like this, no doubt waiting to perish, the locusts will envelop us, and we will be covered with locusts immediately, and we will roll with the locusts, rolling down the embankment, rolling into the dark, cold The deep, unfathomable river water, after our corpses rot, will become a delicious meal for fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs, and our cells will be contained in the bastard eggs of turtles that will be on the market next year.We are wrapped in the locust dragon, like the big belly of the locust dragon, and we are like a big frog swallowed by a poisonous snake.How humiliating, how terrifying, how stimulating the beautiful nerves of human beings.Run for your life.I yelled.The donkey howled as soon as I shouted.The ninth master went to pull the fourth mother, but the fourth mother had a warm smile on her face.The fourth mother waved her hand, and the locust dragon rolled up the embankment obliquely. I was surprised to find that we were in the gap between the two locust dragons. It was God's will and the devil's arrangement.The fourth mother really has superhuman powers, and I suspect that she has an affair with the old locust in the wax temple.

The locust dragon paused on the river embankment, as if rearranging its formation, the dragon body shrunk and compacted a bit, and then, like a huge log, it rolled into the river with a rumbling sound.Hundreds of locust dragons rolled down the river at the same time, the water splashed, and the sound of the water being smashed was heard far and near on the river.We watched in horror at a rare scene in this world. At that time, on May 15th in the ancient calendar in 1935, in an area that had not been plagued by locusts, the mature wheat fields were chasing layers of soft wheat waves. The first batch of silkworms Silkworm clusters made of golden wheat straw are spitting out silver threads to make cocoons. My six-year-old mother can only walk on the wall because her feet are bound. Time slips around like a silver mucous-covered eel.

After the long dragon of locusts rolled down the river, a concise phrase popped into my head: locusts commit suicide!I have always believed that suicide is a unique ability of human beings. Only in this point can human beings appear superior to insects. This is an important foundation on which human pride is built.Locusts are going to kill themselves!This foundation collapsed in an instant, and the locusts did not commit suicide but wanted to cross the river!One can continue to be proud.The long dragon of locusts rolled rapidly in the river. The body of the dragon was tilted by the current and then rolled over. The water was small and luxuriant. The blue river was full of holes and incomplete.I saw with my own eyes that swarms of ferocious eels rushed into rapid waves, drawing silver-gray arcs, leaping over the locust dragon, circling over the locust dragon.They bite the locusts with their muzzle-like mouths.The locusts are attracted to each other, united and tense, and it is difficult to tear off. The eels are thrown up by the spinning locust dragon, like silver streamers.

We saw the locust's dragon approaching the opposite bank and rolling slowly towards the embankment. The river water on the locust's body made the locust's dragon look more like it was plated with silver.They stopped on top of the embankment, as if panting.At this time, exclamations came from the village on the other side of the river, as if a signal had been received, hundreds of locust dragons swelled rapidly and exploded suddenly, and the army of locusts rushed towards the north of the river embankment irresistibly. the earth.Although there is only one river across, I have never been there, and I don't know the situation there.

It took me a long time to be born because of my birth. When I opened my eyes soaked in amniotic fluid and looked towards the river embankment going east, I could no longer see the figure of the fourth mother and the ninth master, and the clever donkey was nowhere to be seen. up.I ruthlessly bit off the blue-white umbilical cord that was connected to my mother, and ran to the river bank, stepping on the puffing soil, stepping on the floating soil, scorched by the violent sun and scalding sand. The complete carcass and mutilated limbs of locusts that are as red as petals and exude the aroma of barbecue, follow the faint footprints of donkey hoofs and the big footprints of the Nine Masters, and follow the sensual desire of the fourth mother's rose red jasmine volatilizing in the clear atmosphere The fragrance, I run like flying.The empty earth is still spinning round and round, and the earth is still turning upside down, so the eddies in the river are turning from right to left—you can't tell the left and right—and the eddies in the river are also turning upside down.I yelled loudly: Fourth mother - little donkey - wait for me - wait for me!Tears filled my eyes, the spring breeze caressed my face, the river was mighty, the fields were vast, and there was no one near and far. I felt lonely, like a wounded soldier of locusts thrown off by the brigade.

I ran east along the embankment, the sound of water in the river was loud, and a person was crossing the river.He is very good at water, and he adopts a standing swimming posture, with his shoulders exposed and his hands holding his clothes bag.Water droplets rolled on his shoulders, and the sun shone on the water droplets.I stood on the embankment and watched his outstanding swimming style.The sun was shining on the river surface one by one, and the rush of the water made the man's shoulders crooked, his front was bright, and the plowshare-shaped water marks were left behind him, but they were immediately smoothed by the water. He climbed onto the embankment naked, stood three or five meters away from me, and looked at me seriously.The sun baked his skin, and the steam curled up, making him seem to be covered with a veil.I could vaguely see the intertwined muscles on his body and his hideous face with scars.He was blind in one eye, with a sunken eye socket, and two rows of eyelashes like trees in a deep valley.I recognized him without any hesitation: You are the hot pot maker who had an affair with my fourth mother and was poked into a face and blinded by the fourth master with a wolf wand! Curriculum snorted, shook his head, shook off the water from his ears, then put the bag in his hand on the ground, and held up the thick penis with one big hand to expose it to the sun. I looked at him in amazement strange behavior. He basked in the sun for a while, turned around without shame, and began to dress slowly.The clothes were all gone, and what remained on the ground were two black box guns. He put on his shoes, put the pistol in his waist, stepped forward, and asked me: Have you ever seen a man, a woman, and a donkey? I didn't dare to lie, I told the truth, and said that I was delayed because of my birth, and I could no longer catch up with them. The curium potter took another step closer, his face twitching in pain, and the two rows of eyelashes that intersected in the sunken eye sockets writhed like earthworms. He said: You have been to the city and have seen a lot. You, your fourth mother was divorced and returned to her natal family, what should I do if she falls into a fire pit? I said: Do you love my fourth mother? He said: I don't know what to love or not, I just want to sleep with her. I said: Are you thinking hard? He said: I feel restless thinking about it. I said: This is love! He said: Then what should I do? I said: catch up with her and snatch her home! He said: How to deal with your Ninth Master and Fourth Master? I said: shoot to kill! He said: Good boy, you are really proficient in the Code of Unselfishness!Follow me! He stretched out a big hard hand and pinched my neck. I was dragged by him and flew at a low altitude of more than five meters above the ground. The turbulent spring breeze inflated my down jacket, and I felt plump feathers all over my body, and light air filled my chest and belly.Both Curium Tinker and I stretched out our limbs, and the updraft supported us to glide happily.The flash of rotten silver in the river reflected our cheeks, and our shadows were moving quickly on the ground. I remembered the ancient saying "the shadow of a bird never moves", and felt that our shadows were firmly fixed on the ground, not moving for a long time .Only the rushing fields on either side and the treetops that constantly brushed against our breasts proved that we were indeed flying.Surprised magpies circled around in front of us, their tails moved up and down, and they chirped, as if asking about our ins and outs.I was intoxicated in the joy of flying, my limbs were light, I had no flesh or bones, only my heart was beating extremely slowly.The sound of peonies blooming around my ears, all the discomfort and uneasiness dissipated with the wind, flying eliminated the grievances I suffered in the mother's womb, and I experienced super happiness. Later, we slowly landed on the ground, and the termination of the flight was as easy and natural as the start of the flight. There was no roar of the engine, no strong turbulence, and no need to clench our teeth to relieve the tenderness of the eardrum.We were walking on the embankment, and the ninth master, the fourth mother, and the little donkey were about 100 meters away in front of us. I was very nervous. I saw Curium Tinker take out a pistol from his waist and aim it at Master Nine's head. Curium Tinker didn't shoot because a detachment suddenly appeared from the bend of the river embankment. This detachment is often stationed in our village. Wearing a belt, a gold pen in his pocket, a gold tooth in his mouth, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, blue smoke puffing from his nostrils, a pistol hanging on his belt, full of bullets in the pistol, gunpowder in the bullet, and a Wearing a riding whip, the handle of the whip is inlaid with jewels, there are clocks on the wrists, and gold hoops on the fingers, all of them are eloquent and good at seducing women from good families. No one can tell who is the leader of this team, they all speak Jiangsu and Zhejiang accents and have great interest in ice cubes.People in the village often recall the scene of them scrambling for ice. The group of soldiers surrounded the fourth mother, and I heard them laughing in poor Mandarin. The soldier's face was shining yellow, which was the glint of gold teeth.They raised their hands to touch the fourth mother's face and squeeze the fourth mother's breasts. The yellow light on Bing's hands was shining like a golden hoop. Master Ninth rushed up to the donkey, his fear and anger made him purr, as if he had a piece of hot tofu in his mouth: Master Bing!Lord Bing!Who doesn't have a wife and children, who doesn't have sisters and sisters... The soldiers all squinted and circled around the fourth mother, while the ninth master was pushed back and forth, leaning back and forth. A soldier took off the big shoe from the fourth old mother's neck, held it up, and shouted: Brothers, she is a broken shoe!It's a big broken shoe!Don't mess with her, don't dirty our weapons. A soldier tightly grasped the breasts of the fourth mother with one hand, and asked lewdly, "Little girl, how many men have you stolen behind your husband's back?" The fourth mother was struggling and howling on the donkey. She was a completely frightened rural woman, not a half-immortal, half-demon witch at all. Master Jiu rushed forward and shouted bravely: "Soldiers, you can't bully women from good families!" The soldier holding fourth mother's breast flew sideways and kicked Master Ninth's vitals. Master Ninth bent down immediately, and subconsciously covered the kicked part with his hands, bean-sized yellow beads of sweat covered his body. on his forehead.The other soldier bent his knees and gave Master Nine a hard push against the base of his tail. Master Nine rolled under the embankment and stopped until he reached the river bank full of aquatic plants. A toad looked at him sympathetically. Curium Potmaker had already crouched behind a mulberry tree without a single green leaf, and both guns were pulled out. I looked at his hands anxiously, waiting for him to shoot.His face was like burnt and cooled steel, hot, cold and terrible, and a malevolent light shone from his single eye--the tinker's eye that kept him aiming every moment, and whenever he raised the gun his eye was always on the line. Aiming—shooting foul smell, shining on the face of the soldier who was holding the fourth mother's breast and laughing happily.The tinkerer's finger moved, a puff of blue smoke spewed out from the muzzle of the box, the barrel jumped up, and the gunshot rang out. I don't think the gunshot rang out before the gunshot. Like a pomegranate split open. The soldier snorted and stuck his head under the donkey's belly. If the fourth mother wanted to pee, it would just nourish his face, and the gentle, alkaline-rich urine would just wash away the black blood and white brains all over his face. Rinse off the red blood from his gold tooth.His happy hand reluctantly slid down from the fourth mother's breast, the donkey moved without losing the opportunity, and he fell headfirst into the donkey's belly.If this is not a female donkey but a male donkey, if the male donkey just urinates, then the viscous, foamy donkey urine will just hit his cramped neck, and this impulse can act as a hot compress and massage , you happened to meet a female donkey, you unlucky bastard! The group of dignified soldiers were all stunned. They opened their mouths or shut their mouths tightly, and opened their eyes or half-closed their eyes. Bleeding accomplice. Two more shots were fired, one soldier was shot in the chest and the other in the stomach.The person who was shot in the chest opened his arms like the wings of a bird, waved them a few times, and threw himself on the ground, his body twitched, one leg pulled in, and the other kicked out.The man who was shot in the stomach sat on the ground, his face was gray and yellow, his hands tightly grasped the wound on his stomach, and thin red and yellow juice overflowed from his fingers.The soldiers woke up like a dream, stooped and fled in all directions. No one remembered to pull out the beautiful pistol in their waist to resist.I was so frightened that I fell on the ground, not even daring to breathe.The curium potter held two guns and swaggered towards the donkey and the fourth mother who was still riding steadily on the donkey. ——It should be something, when the curium potter was about to approach the fourth mother, the donkey ran forward like crazy.Those soldiers with dignified and dignified appearances all lay in ambush at the bend of the river embankment, pulled out their pistols from their waists, and shot at the donkey and the fourth mother.Bullets flew wildly, and the sharp whistling of bullets sounded in the sky. The fourth mother straightened her back, as if she had no fear at all, maybe she had been frightened into a dementia, and the donkey rushed straight to meet the soldiers, fearless of life and death. The curium potter bent his waist and leaped briskly. He shouted: "Bend down!"bend over! The fourth mother really bent down, like a log falling forward, the donkey lost its front hoof, and both the donkey and the man fell to the ground.The bullets were very dense, and clusters of yellow smoke from the bullets jumped up and down from the forefoot and back of the curium potsmith. He fell headlong on the river embankment, stretched his legs a few times, and then stopped moving. There was a sudden silence on the river embankment, the gurgling of the river, the chaotic crackling of locusts, and the crackling and cracking of the land, protruding loudly from all directions.The breeze blows gently, and the gun smoke on the river bank is plume. Among all kinds of smells, the smell of gunpowder stands out very clearly.My belly was scalded hot by the scorching sand. A few golden bullet casings lay on the sand in front of me, and I could touch them with my hands, but I dared not touch them. I lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. Those beautiful soldiers slowly stretched their heads out from the dike, stretched them back in, went in and stretched them again, it looked like a group of gray-backed soft-shelled turtles were hiding behind the dike.After a long time, seeing that there was no danger, the soldiers all jumped up from behind the embankment. They bared their gold teeth, held their pistols, took off their blue cloth caps, and brushed off the dust and grass stalks on their bodies.This is a group of soldiers who love to clean. I saw a carp jumping straight out of the sand in the curium pottery, firing both guns, the gunshots were crisp and angry, several soldiers fell down, screaming like cats and dogs, echoing on the embankment, and the living soldiers rolled away. Go down the embankment and run away quickly. After dozens of minutes, the soldiers hid in a willow grove one mile away, and actively fired their guns towards the embankment.Most of them held pocket pistols, with an effective range of at most one hundred meters and a maximum range of only two to three hundred meters. Therefore, most of the bullets they fired fell on the ground halfway, and occasionally one or two bullets flew with the help of angle and wind. On the river embankment, it is also at the end of its strength, floating like a lost lonely soul, which can be caught by reaching out, and it is easy to catch locusts. The soldiers' voices were mellow and sonorous, which were good materials for singing folk songs. They hid behind the willow trees, and fired their guns while shouting: Ouch, hey—crack!Snapped! ——Bastard, are you here? Hi——Papapa! ——Come over if you have the guts!Snapped! ——Yo hoo hi yo hoo hoo — papa papa! The curium potter inserted his guns into his belt, stretched out his palms and knocked down a stray bullet. Then, he squatted down and helped the fourth mother who was still riding on the back of the donkey with her legs lying on the donkey's neck.The fourth mother's complexion was as snowy, and there was still a touch of blush on her lips. Her heavy and short breathing caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly, and strings of fish maw-like bubbles burst out from the opening in her chest. The curium potter wrapped his arms like iron around the head and neck of the fourth mother, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Ban Niu!" The fourth mother actually has such a weird baby name, which makes me panic and uneasy.Why panic?Why are you upset?I can't tell. Half girl -!Curium Tinker's voice was painful and rough, exuding a hint of complete despair. The fourth mother opened her gray-blue eyes in her lover's arms, her eyes were tired and sad, and contained complex emotions that could not be expressed in words.Her lips moved, and a series of intermittent ravings broke Curium Tinker's heart.He changed from a squatting position to a kneeling position, lowering his ferocious face, with desperate grief and large teardrops overflowing from his one eye. The fourth mother's panting gradually slowed down, and not only transparent bubbles emerged from the wound, but also bright red blood rushed.The blood wetted the front of her clothes, wet the arms of Curium Tinker, and soaked a large cloud of dust on the embankment.The fourth mother's blood and the donkey's blood flowed together to form a bay, but the fourth mother's blood was bright red, and the donkey's blood was black, and they did not mix with each other.Her eyes were half-opened, always gray-blue, always so tired, sad, tender and desolate... Her lips—the pale lips trembled again, her throat began to purr, her stiff arms moved anxiously , scratching his bloody chest. Banniu... Banniu... What else do you have to say... Curium Tinker leaned his face on the fourth mother's face, and said in a low voice like an old man. The fourth mother's mouth twitched, and a few smile lines appeared on her cheeks.The blood from her wound stopped flowing, her chest stopped heaving, her beautiful head was tilted to one side, her forehead, which was smooth and wide with only a few fine wrinkles, touched the tough pectoral muscles of the tinkerer. The brilliance of the gray-blue eyes faded, leaving only two lifeless gray-blue... Curium potter put down the fourth mother, stood up slowly and with difficulty, he slowly took off the blood-stained gown, and threw it to the ground. on the donkey's back.He drew two pistols from his waist.He put both guns in his belt.He bent down, picked up the two big shoes that brought the fourth mother extreme shame and honor from the pool of blood, and looked at them over and over again. The group of soldiers sneaked out from behind the willows. They held their pistols, bowed their waists, and snaked on the dark red open ground. The curium potter kicked off the shoes on his feet, sat down, looked at the big shoes in his hand cherishingly for a while, and then put them on one by one.The beautiful soldiers approached, and the bullets flew around him like scattered locusts.He put his head under his knees, looked at the fourth mother lying flat on the sandy soil of the embankment, stood up again, and drew out his gun.A bullet flew past his neck like a joke, and he seemed unconscious, with scarlet blood running down his neck, he seemed unconscious; another bullet playfully pierced his ear, and he was still unconscious. perception.Standing straight, he seemed to be consciously serving as a live target for the beautiful soldiers to practice shooting.The soldiers became more courageous, their bowed backs gradually straightened, and their mouths began to roar beautifully.The curium potter raised his two guns, sucked his hard lips, and blew into each of the two gun barrels, as if playing a prank or performing some ritual.Those soldiers became more and more courageous. They thought that the curium tinker had run out of bullets!Let me tell you, take it as soon as you see it, don't push it too far!If you don't believe me, go ahead!I saw with my own eyes that the curium potter fed two big handfuls of bright yellow bullets into the magazine before throwing away his coat. Cyclops are generally inevitable sharpshooters, with perfect shots, and their guns bite meat.The soldiers shouted: Surrender, friends! Curium Tinsmith smiled, as if mocking something.I clearly saw his hands trembling, and then the gunshot rang out.The sound of the locusts attacking the crops on the north side of the embankment was like a surging tide, and the sound of gunfire was like the whistling of a flying fish rushing out of the water and rubbing against the air.The few soldiers walking at the back fell like straw bales; the soldiers at the front turned their heads and saw the bodies of their companions lying on the ground, with the chill coming from behind, they ran away, colliding with the soldiers in the middle, Bullets hit their plump buttocks from behind, they screamed, clutched their buttocks, stepped on the corpses of their comrades in arms, fled in a hurry, disappeared in the gray-green willow forest, and never appeared again.Never again. Lord Nine has already imitated the forward posture of a toad from the mudflat by the river and slowly climbed to the top of the embankment.He was covered in dirty mud, his eyes were cloudy, and the two rows of bright red teeth marks on his forehead that had been bitten by the fourth master had turned into two rows of small white impetigo sores. After Master Nine suffered extreme fright, his body's immunity was severely damaged. Dear or not, family, although before the flight I advocated that the curium potter should shoot the fourth master and the ninth master, but now, the ninth master is standing beside me timidly like a frightened old rabbit At that time, a wave of pity for the weak surged in my heart-in the following years, I realized that Master Nine is a ferocious wolf in front of the weak, and a weak dog in front of the strong-between wolves Between dogs, wolf-and-dog animals are undoubtedly the most detestable animals on the planet-yet I have fully tolerated the pity I felt in a moment decades ago.The world is so vast, all kinds of animals should be allowed to exist, not to mention that the Ninth Master is a wolf dog after all, and has more complexity than a pure dog, so his existence is reasonable. We saw that the curium potter's face was covered with blood, and the westward sun painted a layer of glaze on his face, making his death more tragic. He raised his two guns, and the muzzles of both guns pressed against the temples on both sides. After a moment of silence, two muffled gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.He maintained this posture, and after standing for about two minutes, he fell heavily to the ground like a wall.