Concubine Mad Concubine

Chapter 132

They had been exhausted from running for so long just now, but at this moment, because they saw the dawn of life, their potentials were infinitely stimulated. Three or four people rushed into the iron box. I don't want to, I leaned against the corner, and pressed my hands tightly against the box, lest I would be squeezed out by the people rushing in from behind. The fifth person rushed in, and the sixth person rushed in too. When there were ten people, one of them stood at the door, watching the crowd rushing towards this side, he prepared to close the iron box without even thinking about it, as long as he could get out of this human-cattle fight. If they survived, the life and death of the rest had nothing to do with them. Their faces were numb and indifferent.

The crowd is like a rushing river, surging towards the same direction, one by one desperately pushing forward, rushing forward desperately, many old people, children, and those who are small in stature were hit On the ground, no one squatted down to help them up. They seemed to have gone crazy and stepped over the children and old people. Occasionally, they could catch a glimpse of the people on the ground, their eyes wide open, and they looked like they were dying.

One of them closed the door, and several other people hurried up to help. Those who were still running couldn't help showing angry expressions when they saw it, and ran faster and faster, rushing over unusually, using their bodies In the middle of the iron gate, the crowd swarmed in. The strength of the two sides was very different. The iron gate could not be closed. Get out, that's all.

In just a few seconds, those who did the work hurriedly got up to close the iron gate. More and more people were trampled to death. Everyone wanted to hide in that safe place, pulled the iron gate, and squeezed desperately inside. You pull me, I push you away, some people block the door of the iron gate and prevent others from entering, even if the herd of cattle is driving over, the group of people behind will act as a shield, and the captives fight together, at this moment, no When you die, I die. No one is willing to be the one who is sacrificed.

The speed of the cattle was very fast. After they desperately wanted to squeeze into the narrow iron gate, they rushed into the crowd like a flood. Their sharp horns pierced their bellies, and their hooves smashed into the crowd. The heads of those people were crushed, and their flesh and blood flew all over the place, their brains burst, and wherever they passed, their limbs disintegrated and fell apart, making it difficult to preserve the whole body.

The eyes of those people in the stands are like those of mad bulls. This is the Colosseum of ancient Rome. Those captives are worthless slaves for the entertainment of the spectators who spend money in the stands. They are stunned by blood. Mentally minded people, regardless of the life and death of slaves, they like to see those powerless people on the verge of despair. This is human nature.

In order to survive, they can disregard everything, and the so-called entertainment can make them disregard anyone's life and death. In this world, no one is kind, everyone has a dark side, and in this place, listening to those stern cries for help Looking at the scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere, smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, the dark side was infinitely inspired, and even made people lose their nature.

More and more people are dying, and the crowd surrounded by the iron gate is getting less and less. At this moment, no one thinks of escaping. There is only one goal, which is the iron cage. Only that place can allow them to continue to survive. , not to be killed by the herd.

"Open the door."

"Let's go in."

"Open the door."

Those begging sounds were like wailing before death, unspeakably shrill.

"Look at that."

Liu Yifeng pointed to a corner of the iron gate, grabbed Xiyan's hand, and cried out excitedly. It was a wonderful sight on the school grounds. As long as he remained calm now, people with a little conscience would not be shocked.

Although the iron box is not short, it is less than four meters. The iron door was smashed by the crowd. A strong man with a height of eight feet tightly hugged a petite, very thin man in his arms. Little boy, that boy may not be young, but compared to the person holding him, he is like a child.

The two of them were squeezed in the middle of the crowd, but the strong man kept letting go of his hand, perhaps because he was too strong, many prisoners had already died, so standing in the crowd, he looked eye-catching.

The rest of the people squeezed into the iron cage with bloodshot eyes, but he was the only one holding the little boy in his arms, not letting him get hurt in the slightest, never letting go, and facing the opposite direction from the crowd.

Probably because of the little boy in his arms, he moved very slowly, and it took him a long time to squeeze out of the crowd and run towards the opposite side of the iron gate, the closed iron gate.

"There are always one or two of these captives who are considered smart."

Although he started to drift with the tide, under such circumstances, he can still react, which is commendable. Seeing him protecting the person in his arms, he still has a bit of humanity.

Xiyan chuckled twice, Hongdou Liu Yifeng turned to look at Xiyan, all puzzled.

The strong man squatted on the ground first, carried the little boy in his arms on his shoulders, and stood up effortlessly. He opened his mouth and said something, and the boy he carried on his shoulders The little boy on the bed held the top of the iron box tightly with both hands, and the strong man stood on his toes, and lifted the thin little boy up with force, and he sat firmly on it.

When the rest of the people saw it, their eyes on the verge of despair flashed with excitement again, but at this critical moment, no one could let others ride on their shoulders like that strong man, and they fought hard one by one. Grabbing the shoulders of others desperately, pushing those people to the ground, stepping on their chests, and jumping vigorously a few times, until the person who was stepped on the ground had already vomited blood, and no one stopped. There is only one goal, climb up, climb up.

In their view, what lies on the ground is not a person, but a stepping stone that can help them continue to survive.

The people who were still crowded at the door just now all changed directions in a swarm. The people who were trying to close the door just now saw that they also hurriedly ran out of the iron box, and there was no one in the spacious iron box immediately.

Xi Yan looked at the empty iron box, took a sip of tea, and suddenly laughed out loud.

These people have long lost the ability to think. They are afraid of death, but they think that even if they die, they will die together. Obviously no one will compete with them for the living space, but they give up the chance of survival and fight with others. , This kind of person deserves to be the object of entertainment for the public. Even if this kind of person is alive, he is just wasting food.

(End of this chapter)