Doomsday stars

"Little rb?!" When Liang Jing heard the other party's words, he felt as if he was blocked by an invincible city wall. His body stopped tensing, and the ferocious dragon's mouth let out an icy cry that sounded like it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

A wave of cold air filled the hall from Liang Jing's body. The air in the hall seemed to be evacuated instantly, making it impossible to breathe. They could even hear the heart beating violently, puffy, puffy!——

Looking at Political Commissar Gong's indifferent expression, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him at all, and among the dozens of people in the hall, only a few people had expressions of resentment, but did not express anything. In their hearts, Xiaorb's sentence was Chinese

Does a pig only scold one person?

China pig! That is an insulting name given to Chinese people by little rb!

Liang Jing's eyes became hot and red!

Liang Jing was trained by his grandfather since he was a child, and was naturally influenced by his grandfather, a veteran. He never had a good impression of Little R.B., and even had a deep hatred for him because his grandfather, his grandfather's comrade-in-arms, was beaten by Little R.B. on the battlefield.

Dead.

Compared with my hatred for the little rb, I hate the Han Jian lackeys even more! One is a direct enemy, and the other is a person who betrayed his ancestors, nation and country.

Just to deal with himself, political commissar Gong abandoned his sense of national belonging and didn't even care about the country and the people?

How is this different from a lackey of the Han Dynasty? It is even worse. At least everything he has now is given to him by the people of the country; they feed him, but in turn eat him inside and outside.

Liang Jing didn't understand how this person, who had no sense of national honor and dignity, and no regard for the country's people, could reach such a high position. Doesn't he need to be assessed?

How can such a person be a ‘public servant’?

How can we serve the people?

How many people do this little guy give him and how much support can he be so arrogant in the land of China in front of so many leaders of powerful forces in this apocalyptic world? Maybe people nowadays have forgotten their hatred!

In Liang Jing's mind, Little RB should have guessed it right like a New Year rat, and turned against the guests. For no reason, Liang Jing felt sad; maybe they thought they had cut themselves off, and decided that this Little RB was talking about only themselves, not

Including that it is none of your own business.

This is the tragedy of a nation!

No wonder there were so many Han lackeys during the Anti-Japanese War!

"Don't you feel a little guilty and blush? It's okay for you to deal with me how you want, but do you think that what the other person said just now about 'China pig' only refers to me? No, even if you don't want to admit it now and hide your ears, but then

It is also an insult to me, you and all Chinese people." Liang Jing's always indifferent and calm voice changed. He became very excited and started talking more.

"You, you disappoint me so much. It doesn't matter if you find someone to deal with me. But your mistake is that the other person didn't respond at all to the insults of the country and the nation, and didn't care at all." Liang Jing looked at Political Commissar Gong as he said that.

His eyes changed from indifferent to extremely cold.

He is angry!

After saying so much, Liang Jing was not trying to make others sympathize and pull everyone together to deal with these little bastards. He was just venting his dissatisfaction and indignation in his heart.

Being stared at by Liang Jing's naked and cold gaze, he felt that some terrifying monster was coming. Political Commissar Gong let out a cry, and was so frightened that his body reacted instinctively, stood up directly, and then fell down with the chair behind him.

On the ground.

"Coward! You are destined to be a lackey of the traitors!" Liang Jing sighed secretly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Ah! I'm like this! What's wrong? What can you do to me? I'm still the political commissar of the regiment, and I represent the country and justice behind me!" Political Commissar Gong went completely crazy, and finally stood up with the help of Beigong Xiaogui.

He felt that this time he was completely embarrassed, had no dignity at all, and might even be ruined.

He didn't even care about why his personal bodyguard Gao Yaotai didn't come to help him up. He no longer had weapons like machine guns to hurt Liang Jing, and he was also afraid of being beaten to death by steel balls that might appear at any time from Liang Jing. Now the only people around him were doing this.

Reliance was a complete sacrifice, and he was so crazy that he didn't care about the expressions of other people in the field.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Mr. Little Turtle, kill him for me. I will give you whatever you want, as long as you kill him! Kill him, this devil!" Political Commissar Gong was in a panic, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body,

Standing next to Beigong Xiaogui, he looked at Liang Jing and shouted loudly.

"Hai! Gong Jun, don't worry, in front of our great Japanese nation, this Chinese pig will die!" Beigong Xiaogui's face was filled with joy, even though he had infinite contempt in his heart for this high-ranking Chinese official, he could be so shameless.

But on the surface, he was still extremely respectful.

"Your sick man of East Asia is dead." Beigong Xiaogui looked at Liang Jing with a murderous look on his face and made a secret gesture.

court death!

Liang Jing's eyes were red. After looking at Beigong Xiaogui's gesture that he thought was very hidden, the nearby red dots began to approach him. Under the dim candlelight, they could not be found among the figures.

Maybe this is what the little rb secretly learned from China's Qimen Dunjia, and changed it to something called ninjutsu?

In an instant, a violent rage rushed into my heart!

Liang Jing grew up listening to his grandfather's invasion stories about the Japanese army, such as the Nanjing Massacre and 731. Needless to say, he preferred stories about the army. Hearing that there is no army without a river, the country and the nation are in danger.

The invaders invaded the country, and the good man went to the front line with his flesh and blood in a bamboo hat and a broadsword, wearing a single shirt and shorts, and wearing hemp straw sandals. Listening to the story of the death flag of the Sichuan Army, he was particularly happy about the fact that he wiped the blood when he was injured and wrapped his body when he died.

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Hearing that the Chinese Expeditionary Force, one hundred thousand students and one hundred thousand soldiers, went out in straw sandals and fled the Savage Mountain; heard that of the 600 people in the regiment, only 6 returned home alive; listening to the pile of correct literal data, he just felt

I wish I could have been born in that era.

How many parents cried for the sacrifice of their sons, how many wives suffered from the death of their husbands, how many young sons and daughters lost the care of their fathers, how many families were broken up, how many human tragedies!

Everything now is earned by the sacrifice of many passionate men. In Liang Jing's heart, they will always be the cutest people!

This may be the reason why he slaughtered the private soldiers so brutally before. He felt that they had soiled the sanctity in his heart!

However, all of this was caused by Little RB. It was these invaders. Liang Jing was angry. He had never been angry before, and he had never been violent. Even after Liu Zhixiong's death, he did not have many emotional changes.

, but now Liang Jing is really angry!

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!——

The light of the Wu Dao sword appeared out of thin air and struck towards Liang Jing. The samurai sword carried a sharp aura and the threat of death, and was about to attack Liang Jing in an instant.

ah!

Everyone in the hall was startled. Just now, Liang Jing appeared out of thin air with a special stomping sound. Now these people, who were all wrapped in black cloth and night clothes, made no sound at all. They only made a sound when they attacked with swords.

They only reacted when the light appeared.

How terrible!

These people suddenly appeared here and launched an attack without them being aware of it. If the other party attacked them, that would be fine. I couldn't help but feel fear in my heart. The more unknown and unclear the things, the more frightened I felt!

At this time, they felt extremely wise because they had just called them "China pigs", although they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, but they did not make a big deal out of them and came out to condemn them loudly. They were secretly glad; these Japanese people are really amazing, and they are still

Don't mess with others, everything else is fake, only your own wealth and life are real.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles. Just pretend not to know, not about yourself.

Five sword lights appeared out of thin air, slashing instantly with the sound of swishing through the air!

The knife struck towards the back of Liang Jing's head, as if it was going to cut off half of Liang Jing's head.

A knife slashed out from Liang Jing's left side and struck towards the gap between Liang Jing's helmet and armor.

The two knives slashed towards Liang Jing's chest and back, one after the other, as if he knew that Liang Jing's armor was stiff, he didn't hold back at all, and he didn't care whether his vigorous slashing would hit his own person opposite Liang Jing's body.

The last one appeared in front of Liang Jing and moved towards his vagina at a very fast speed. Even with powerful defensive equipment, the huge force could probably cause the vital parts to receive a strong shock and cause damage.

In an instant, Liang Jing was in danger!

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