The middle-aged man, Xiao Jing's power was between the second and third tier in the colony. He had more than ten rifles and over a hundred men. It was because he could only touch the tail of the second tier that he felt the heartache for paying Qiao Na. He, who had escaped alone, felt the heartache for half of his men and guns that he had abandoned outside.
Not daring to be careless, Wan Qiang did not chase after him immediately. Yes, it was a good thing for him. He loudly issued orders for his men to open up the granary and pour gasoline on all the food. He also took out all the food tickets he had on him and made a decision on the spot. As long as they could kill the enemy, he would give out every single ticket.
The huge reward boosted the morale of his men. They did not know who was coming, but no matter who it was, as long as it was a person, they were not afraid. All kinds of arrangements were made, and his men exerted all their strength to quickly prepare all kinds of methods.
Just as everything was set up, Wan Qiang appeared. He did not go through the front door. Instead, he sped up and crashed into the wall. The wall suddenly exploded, and the bricks scattered to the west. Immediately, Wan Qiang's eyes were blocked by the flying dust. He covered his head and rushed forward four or five steps.
Before he opened his eyes, he heard the crisp sound of glass under his feet. He missed a step, and in the sound of broken glass, he fell into the middle of a trap. The moment he fell, Wan Qiang's body tensed up, and his muscles and skin collided with sharp objects.
"Good … Go, bury him alive …" The middle-aged man Xiao Jing shouted.
The middle-aged man, Xiao Jing, shouted. His men, who were lying in ambush, carried sacks filled with sand and rushed forward, throwing the sacks into a large, empty pit.
The pit was four meters deep and arranged in a ring shape. It was covered with large glass and covered with soil. As long as something heavy stepped on it, the glass would shatter, and everything on it would fall into the pit.
This trap was not set up at the last minute. It was originally dug as part of the defense. Wan Qiang was unlucky to have walked into it, and the sacks fell on his head and body.
Wan Qiang couldn't see anything. The densely packed gunny sacks blocked the light and his line of sight.
Wan Qiang could not suppress the fear in his heart. Before the mutation, he was just an insignificant person, and the emotions of an insignificant person changed too quickly. One moment, he had something to rely on, and he was fearless. The next moment, he panicked because his support could no longer be the source of his confidence.
Whether it was a howl of fear or a howl of anger, it was almost the same in the ears of the middle-aged man, Xiao Jing. He was not arrogant, burying Wan Qiang alive was just a fantasy of his, he did not really count on it.
The sacks gradually piled up into a small hill. Seeing that Wan Qiang would always be under them, unable to turn around, the middle-aged man Xiao Jing let out a light sigh. It seemed that the situation was better than he had imagined.
An unforeseen event occurred. The sack that looked like a small hill slowly bulged up. The bulging hill was like a bolt of lightning striking everyone's heart. What kind of monster was being suppressed underneath?
"What are you looking at?
Wait for him to climb up himself? "
The middle-aged man Xiao Jing's shout woke everyone up. Regardless of their fatigue, they crazily threw the sacks on top of the hill. The sacks piled up higher and higher, almost two meters above the ground. The bulge appeared again and again. The only comforting thing was that the frequency of the bulge was decreasing, and the extent of the bulge was decreasing.
Someone climbed up the sack hill and caught the sacks below, piling them up like rations. The men standing on top felt it the most. The sacks under them were suppressing a prehistoric giant beast. Every time it bulged, their bodies would become unstable, causing them to feel extreme fear.
They gave it their all. No one dared to slack off. They piled up sack after sack. At this time, their stamina was greatly depleted, causing their limbs to go weak and sweat to pour down their backs.
One minute …
Two minutes …
Five minutes …
The sacks under them did not move at all. The men standing on top of the sacks could not help but cheer. They thought that they had won. The prehistoric beast had been suppressed.
It was too early to rejoice. The trap was circular, which meant that the sacks could not fill up all the trenches. At the edge, a muffled roar could be heard faintly, and the entire mountain of sacks started to shake like an earthquake. Several sacks flew into the air, scattering sand all over the sky and drifting with the wind.
The flying sand formed a cloud of dust, covering the entire Sack Mountain and half of the trench. The people inside could not see outside, and the people outside could not see inside. Screams came from the cloud of dust. Corpses that had been cut in half flew out of the cloud of dust and fell far away. The broken corpses that flew in the air left a long trail of blood behind them, and the air was dyed red with a rain of blood.
"Retreat … retreat …"
The middle-aged man Xiao Jing stood on the platform in front of his main building and shouted. This time, he did not run away. He had not officially started his preparations. The gathering place was only so big. He did not know where to go. There was nowhere to run, so he could only fight.
He would fight it out with Wan Qiang here. He wanted to see if Wan Qiang would fall first, or if he would be killed.
There weren't many people who managed to escape, only half of them. They were lucky that they couldn't see in the dust, and Wan Qiang couldn't see them either. As long as they didn't run into Wan Qiang's broad chest, they wouldn't be torn to shreds.
The dust cloud rolled back, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust cloud. Wan Qiang could not feel the sand hitting his eyelids. He opened his grayish-red eyes and scanned the surroundings.
The skin on his chest that had previously healed was once again drilled with holes. Some of the holes were connected together, and his skin and flesh were rotten. The bright red muscle fibers were exposed and dyed by the sand and dust. Wan Qiang did not care about the sand and dust on his chest that had been scraped by the rebar. He took a few steps forward and ran at a pace that was faster than a person's sprint. He grabbed a man that had been left behind.
With a loud roar, he grabbed the man's neck and pulled his head off. Blood sprayed on Wan Qiang's chest, washing away the sand on his body. When Wan Qiang saw the blood, his grayish-red eyes turned dark red.
He casually tore open the corpse's chest and dug out the beating heart. He poured the blood on the wound, using the fresh blood to clean the wound. Looking at the heart in his hand, Wan Qiang felt a strong sense of hunger. His right hand that was holding the heart trembled. He raised it to his mouth and slowly opened his mouth, wanting to swallow it.
"Da da da …" With a short burst, three bullets hit Wan Qiang's forehead. Wan Qiang's head was raised high. His gaze left the heart, and his rationality returned. He was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He almost ate the heart of his own kind.
Wan Qiang threw the heart beside his feet and stomped on it. He stared at the middle-aged man Xiao Jing who was standing on the platform and staring at him. He did not care about the other small fries that were running away. He took big strides and rushed towards the platform. He wanted to crush this guy into minced meat.