Chapter 63
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The NY soldier with the flamethrower released the flames of death in his hands as he walked. He did not notice a flaming water buffalo running behind him.
The water buffalo was very fast. In just a few seconds, it had reached the back of the NY soldier and was about to hit the human who had hurt it.
At this time, there was a burst of gunfire. The flaming water buffalo screamed twice and fell to the ground. It turned out that there were two NY soldiers standing behind the flamethrower. These two soldiers were responsible for protecting the flamethrower.
The three of them formed a triangular combat formation. Standing around them would allow the flamethrower to work with peace of mind and avoid being distracted. The water buffalo did not know what was going on, so it blindly rushed forward and fell into the trap. Even a tiger could not take a dozen 7.62mm bullets, let alone a water buffalo.
Awesome, my Awesome!!! A villager in the square suddenly went berserk. The villagers next to him couldn't stop him, so they could only watch him rush towards the NY soldiers with guns. Seeing his precious cow being killed by those damn soldiers, the villager lost his mind in anger.
It was no wonder that cows were very important to the country people. They were good labor for plowing the fields and pulling carts. For a farm family, having a cow in the 60s had a very different meaning. The cow represented labor, and labor represented income. Not every family could afford to raise a cow in that era. Some people even used the most ancient farming method of humans instead of cows. There was only one reason: they could not afford to raise a cow!
(Someone once said this. Isn't raising a cow a very simple thing? Let it go out to eat grass during the day, and come back at night to feed it some hay. To be honest, most of the people who said this had never raised a cow before, or had never even come into contact with a cow. A cow could be raised by eating grass? That was a joke! Eating grass was only for nutrition. In addition to grass, the cow had to eat bean cakes mixed with grains, and it had to be fed sugar water once every two days. If the cow did not eat well, it would lose strength. Without strength, it would not be able to work, and it would suffer!)
Let's get back to the story. The irrational villager rushed toward the armed soldiers with his bare hands. He had to pay a heavy price for his actions. Hmph, idiot! A veteran with a scar on his face sneered. He raised the M14 rifle in his hand and shot the villager down with a bang without even aiming at him.
Seeing that someone was killed, there was a sudden cry of alarm in the square. Two women shouted and wanted to save their loved ones, but they were stopped by the villagers next to them. After two minutes of persuasion and tearing, the two poor women realized that fighting against the bad guys with guns with bare hands was the result of courting death. The two poor women collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly.
The houses of the farmers collapsed in the raging flames. The collapsed houses made crackling sounds in the flames, sending away the hope of the villagers, bringing with it hatred and anger!
Burn! Burn all the houses of these country bumpkins! Let them all become beggars on the streets!
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