The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1157

When people are about to die, they will go to two extremes.

Either silent and resigned to fate, or hysterical and completely indulgent.

Huang Zongliang has reached the verge of death, so he has no scruples.

He dares to say anything and do anything now, no matter what the consequences are, his purpose is to survive now.

To survive, for Huang Zongliang at this time, what a luxury and what a rare thing, he held hope again and again, and fell into despair again and again.

"I am the Son of Heaven, and I should not die. If you dare to kill me, you will have to wait for God's revenge!"

Huang Zongliang survived three shots. At such a moment, it can already be called a miracle. In that era when people were ignorant and believed in feudal superstitions, this kind of miracle deterred the people far more than the lethality brought by guns.

"Yeah, he shouldn't die!"

"Three shots, no one died!"

"God man! Life should not die!"

There was rioting among the tens of thousands of spectators, and the voices of discussion grew louder.

"Damn it is that car with six knives, not this righteous man."

"He's not Che Liudao, he's the third young master of the Huang family."

"He was wronged!"

Because of the large number of people gathered, these soldiers seemed a little flustered on the execution ground.

The officer's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. He didn't expect things to turn to this point. It was originally a good job that was shot to kill heinous criminals and won the support of countless people, but it turned into a situation where they were passively condemned. This is too dramatic.

But at this time, things about Huang Zongliang are indeed a bit strange. He is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years. It is only a mistake that only rookies can make when he is standing up. Definitely a good marksman in the team.

After three shots in a row missed, the officer also began to hesitate.

But he immediately came to his senses. Today, Huang Zongliang must die.

If he let him go like this, then after going back, his black hat would definitely be gone.

On the one hand, it is to destroy people, go back to return, get promoted and get rich, and on the other hand, it is to bring people back, and then one's black hat will be gone. In the future, it may be used as cannon fodder and dragged to the front line to die on the battlefield full of artillery fire.

What can he do?
The choice was easy for the officer.

"Bastards, bastards, a bunch of bastards!"

The officer kicked a few times at the soldiers who had missed the target, snatched one of the soldiers' rifles, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet with a 'crash', and raised the gun to aim.

At the moment of aiming, the officer's own heart was pounding. The target who had been fixed on the pillar in front of him did not do anything other than shouting injustice and some inexplicable words that he didn't deserve to die. Although there was some commotion among the people, it didn't affect his mind at all at the moment.

This bit of 'noise' is insignificant to a soldier who has experienced many battles. Just imagine, the sound of artillery fire on the battlefield cannot interfere with their judgment, let alone these low-pitched discussions?

Even so, the officer felt a lot of pressure, his forehead began to sweat, and he even felt that his shot would miss.

But the officer who had already raised his gun at this time had no choice but to bite the bullet and shoot.

After a few seconds of silence, the officer pulled the trigger in a very standard manner according to the process and method of shooting.

'Bah! '

Following the sound of the bullet, the scene fell into silence. Huang Zongliang was so frightened that he stopped talking. The people also stopped their actions and discussions. Everyone wanted to see the final result.

I want to see if Huang Zongliang really deserves to die.

The sound of this bullet seemed to have pierced the officer's own heart, and he found that he was covered in cold sweat after only one shot, and even the shirt inside was soaked.

After he finished shooting, he enjoyed the moment of silence around him, and felt a little relieved in his heart. Did he finally die?
He was very relaxed and raised his hand naturally, wanting to unbutton the collar of his shirt to relax.

But just when his hand touched his button, a long questioning sound made him grab his neckline fiercely, almost suffocating himself to death.

"I'm alive?"

Huang Zongliang looked around, and then shouted excitedly: "I'm still alive! Great, I'm still alive!"

"I should not die. I am the Son of Heaven, I am Huang Zongliang, the third young master of the Huang family, you can't kill me!"

Huang Zongliang's excitement at this time can no longer be described in words.

'Wow wow wow...'

Among the crowd, whoever took the lead applauded.

The entire terrifying execution ground instantly turned into a happy stage, with thunderous applause endlessly.

The opposite is naturally the officer's already blue face.

Four shots, a full four shots, all empty, this is no longer a question of marksmanship, this is really evil!

Apart from evil, what else could describe the situation at this time?
The officer's eyes were a little red, who could reach his level, who was not killed in blood on the battlefield, said evil, and a murderous officer would be afraid of this?
"Shoot, shoot, shoot me all."

The officer pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed at the three remaining soldiers who hadn't fired yet, and shouted frantically.

The hands of the three soldiers were trembling a little, but at this moment, the military order fell like a mountain. The moment they heard the shooting, the three of them pulled the trigger almost subconsciously at the same time.

'Boom boom, whoosh whoosh'

The sound of gunfire and bullets flying across the execution ground, the bullets of the three rifles rushed out of the muzzles like fire snakes, and flew towards Huang Zongliang at the same time, but none of the bullets hit.

"You guys, you can't kill me. I am the Son of Heaven. If you dare to kill me, you will suffer retribution!"

"I'm not Che Liudao, I'm the third young master of the Huang family!"

Huang Zongliang had completely let go at this moment. He felt that he would definitely not die today. God helped him so much. Seven shots didn't kill him, and he didn't even hurt a hair. What reason would he not do whatever he wanted?Not arrogant?

"Shoot, shoot!"

The officer had already collapsed at this time. Where had he seen such a wicked thing, seven shots, such intensive shooting, did not kill this guy, and the bullets didn't know where they flew. Is there any reason for this?

The tragedy is that he was about to collapse, but the seven soldiers who executed the execution himself had already collapsed. Letting them shoot at this time was undoubtedly causing a heavier blow to their fragile hearts.

They couldn't do it at all.

The officer's eyes were already red when he looked at Huang Zongliang, especially when Huang Zongliang smugly yelled that he was the emperor, that he should not die, that he should not die.

(End of this chapter)