Zhao Yu saw that there were more than ten people, men and women, young and old, kneeling by the fire. They were all in tattered clothes and were shivering. Upon closer inspection, they all looked like locals.
"Two months is too long for me!" The bearded man said coldly,"my soldiers also need to eat. Without oil, I don't have extra food to feed them!"
With that, the big-bearded man raised his arm and was about to give an order.
If his arm were to fall, these dozen or so innocent people would be shot to death on the spot.
"No! Don 't! Please don 't!" Kun Peng was anxious and shouted at the big-bearded man like a madman,"they ... They are all innocent villagers. Isn't it too inhumane for you to do this?
"One month! How about a month?" Kun Peng begged,"give me a month. I will refine the diesel and gasoline that you can use. Please ... Please, stop killing innocent people!"
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