The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

"Wu... uh... uh..." He let out a low voice of despair, his hands so tight that he seemed to pinch Xia Jinyuan's calf.

There was a sound of "shasha" nearby, as if someone was crawling slowly in the bushes and grass, Xia Jinyuan with cold eyes suddenly raised his head, and at the same time, the gun in his hand was also raised.

"Bang... bang..."

Two gunshots rang out, the first one was screaming, and the second shot was silent.

The translator who was scared and wanted to leave secretly was solved like this.

The thick and sturdy soles of the shoes stepped on Qin Mongsheng's injured neck, and the blood instantly soaked through the entangled bandages.

It hurts too much, it hurts too much, it hurts even more than Ling Chi, knowing that his life is about to end, the more he knows, the more and more the whole person's spirit collapses, he doesn't want to die, but the person who wants him to die will not give up.

The arrogant Qin Maungsheng in front of the Chinese female soldier widened his eyes. The eyes were too large, and the entire eyeball protruded out.

His face can no longer see the facial features, his face is mixed with blood, and by the way, he has a deep shoe-tooth mark printed on it. Now, how can Qin Mongsheng look like he is usually invincible, and he has become a dough that anyone can roll, Xia Jinyuan Do whatever you want with him.

Breathing became weaker, the painful struggle became smaller and smaller, the twitching fingers trembled from violent to small arc, Qin Maungsheng heard a cold voice from hell, "The woman who stepped on me, you should know the price is What. One life is one foot, you know."

Qin Maungsheng, whose whole person was chaotic, was in a trance, as if he could hear clearly, but he didn't seem to hear clearly,

"But it's not enough to use your life to pay for the foot you stepped on my woman, you have to have the whole village come to accompany you..."

The icy voice from hell was still talking, Qin Maungsheng struggled to lift his eyes as heavy as a thousand jins, tried his last strength, and let out the last muffled roar in his throat, struggling unwillingly.

The foot that stepped on his woman's face with his life...

The woman who stepped on the face...

Qin Maungsheng blinked his eyes very lightly. He remembered that he stepped on a woman's face tonight, a Chinese woman's face, a Chinese female soldier's face.

His woman... Asian man says he stepped on his woman's face...

The eyes that had been closed with only one gap became darker and darker, and finally, even a trace of gray disappeared.

This Asian man...not from cobra, he is from China...fang...military.

Even the gloom in his eyes has faded, only the panic on his embarrassed face is still there. Qin Mongsheng didn't understand until he died that it was no wonder he didn't like this Asian man. It turned out that this was... a Chinese soldier.

He kidnapped Chinese soldiers, and the Chinese secretly sent people to destroy his entire village.

The sound of gunfire seemed to be close to his ears, and it seemed to be far away from him. It seemed to be quiet around him, but it seemed to be very noisy. It seemed as if the screams of countless people were hovering in the air. He seemed to smell a very strong bloody smell. It's his own, and it's his subordinate...

The heavy eyelids were raised again, and the unwilling Qin Maungsheng exhausted his last breath to support his life. The last muffled roar came from the depths of his throat. His hands grasped Xia Jinyuan's legs, and his closed eyes suddenly stared at him. When he started, his eyes widened so frighteningly that cold air burst out of his feet, with a strong sense of unwillingness to die.