Jiang Minghao looked at Wei Debing’s sweat beads, and felt a sorrow in his heart. All he could do was hand over the falcon wing saber on his body. When Wei Debing held the falcon wing, Jiang Minghao looked in Wei Debing’s eyes. Seeing the shadow of Chicao and Falcon, the perseverance and iron-blooded spirit seemed to be passed on to Wei Debing through this saber, he suddenly muttered:
"Brother Hao, you used to protect me. This time, it's my turn to protect you."
After Wei Debing finished speaking, he was holding the Falcon Wing Saber and turned and waved it, as if the coveted Reaper saw the fresh life and couldn't help roaring. The dark blade made a buzzing roar at the moment it cut through the air. It seemed to be excited that it once again stepped onto the battlefield, clamoring that it was about to reap the enemy's life, licking and licking the enemy's blood.
With the blood flying in the sky, the originally white white jade stone wall was infested with splashes of blood. The original majestic Ssangyong seemed to swim in a sea of blood, making people suddenly feel extremely cruel.
However, what Zhao Changming didn't expect was that these so-called bodyguard killers slashed their butcher knives on top of himself and Mary. Zhao Changming grew up in good clothes and could not carry his shoulders and hands. Where is the opponent of these people in black, especially Mary, holding Zhao Changming's clothes with both hands, shaking, seeing the narrow and sharp samurai sword shining with cold light. It was about to fall on top of Zhao Changming's head, he couldn't help closing his eyes, just as he waited for the blade to make intimate contact with his head.
"boom······"
A gunshot sounded and brought a bloody flower on Zhao Changming’s face. The scarlet liquid, with a bit of salty and rust smell, filled Zhao Changming’s mouth and nose. At this time, I just listened to Long Zhiwen next to him. He cursed and said:
"His mother, I knew I had put your kid in a confinement room. I have been a soldier for almost two years. Why are you still like a girl? I closed my eyes when I saw the knife and waited to be chopped. I won't lose the soldier. Your face?"
Zhao Changming looked at the bloodstained hands, then looked at the corpse on the ground that had been shot directly to the temple, couldn't help but shouted in a trembling voice: "Dragon Commander..."
"Fat, dragon!" Long Zhiwen's eyes were still watching the other people in black around him, while he dodged and shot, and cursed: "Is your son and mother Zhao Ritian's biological son? I can protect you and you. The stepmother cannot save your life for a while. If you want to survive, you must do it yourself!"
Long Zhiwen’s words were like a bolt from the blue sky, completely awakening Zhao Changming, who was in shock of death, especially his sentence “Is it his own son?” that made Zhao Changming gritted his teeth with hatred, and gave up himself before, maybe Zhao Changming He can understand, even the murder of his mother. As long as Zhao Ritian gives a reasonable explanation, maybe he will forgive this person. But now Zhao Ritian’s behaviors have completely disappointed Zhao Changming. Tiger poison still doesn’t eat children. This Zhao Ritian is not even as good as a beast.
"what········"
Zhao Changming suddenly raised his hands high and roared towards the sky, as if he was a vampire venting his inner anger completely. The mouthful of blood and bright red teeth were like a beast about to eat people, as if to Shred everyone.
The originally dark clouded sky finally couldn't bear the erosion of the cold, and turned into crystal snowflakes floating down. Zhao Changming suddenly squatted down, picked up the blood-stained samurai sword on the ground, and moved it towards a black cloth. People chop up desperately.
In the face of Zhao Changming, who was completely desperate because of such disorder, the man in black was a little helpless. He really confirmed the old saying that he beat his master to death with random punches. He couldn't understand why Zhao Changming was only facing him. A man hacked and bitten like crazy.
With the addition of Zhao Changming, the momentum of the six of them suddenly increased. Wei Debing's falcon wing saber danced like a dragon on his wrist. He and Wu Tian protected Jiang Minghao behind his body. Wu Tian was in charge of the long-range attack, and Wei Debing was in charge. In close combat, several corpses lay all around them, all killed by knives. At this moment, Wei Debing seemed to be by his side. The cowardly and cowardly rural boy, unexpectedly killed the domineering and courage that a soldier should have. .
As for Long Zhiwen, when Zhao Changming rushed towards the fixed target like crazy, the effect he wanted had been achieved, so he protected Mary by her side, on the one hand, keeping Mary comprehensive, on the other hand, watching Zhao Changming’s surroundings to prevent others. Support from the men in black.
In Long Zhiwen’s heart, when he put on the military uniform, he was destined to be the patron saint of the people. No matter what the people’s past and any faults, he would abide by his duties and protect his at all costs. The people, and Mary and Zhao Changming are, as for why they want to say that sentence, after all, they want to arouse the anger in Zhao Changming's heart.
Since responsibility and belief cannot arouse the courage of a soldier, let him grow in his own anger and hatred, because anger and hatred will make the soldier go forward courageously, not even afraid of life and death. Of course, this is also the strangeness of Jiang Minghao underground in the desert. The connotation of strategists understood in the hole of
Seeing the surrounding partners fall one by one, the mentality of the man in black who was dying and struggling with Zhao Changming's knife finally collapsed completely. As Zhao Changming slashed, a cold light flashed, and a bright red blood wave slammed in the just accumulated. In the rising white snow, the hot blood instantly swallowed the cold snowflakes. After falling to the ground, the man in black trembled twice and completely passed away.
But Zhao Changming seemed to be unsatisfied. The one-meter samurai sword in his hand slashed through the corpse of the man in black on the ground, chopped the corpse to the skin, and every time Zhao Changming chopped it, the corpse of the man in black was cut. Every scar on his body seemed to be filled with the anger in Zhao Changming's heart.
"boom······"
Suddenly, Long Zhiwen raised his hand with a shot. After a flash of smoke in the barrel, the golden bullet shot directly at the long knife in Zhao Changming's hand. He only heard a "clang" sound. At the moment when the bullet collided with the metal blade, Zhao Changming There was a spark in front of me, and the hands that were holding the hilt trembling, the samurai sword flew out like a kite with a broken wire.
"enough!"
Almost at the same time, Long Zhiwen slid in front of Zhao Changming like a breeze. As soon as he grasped Zhao Changming's hands, he put his forehead against Zhao Changming's head and said:
"Remember, you are a soldier. A soldier is an angry lion and a savage tiger, but a soldier is also a wolf, a wild wolf who knows how to forbear."
Zhao Changming listened to Long Zhiwen's words, gasping for breath, and slowly, his emotions eased with the deep breathing. When Long Zhiwen saw his emotions gradually calmed down, he let go of his wrists and said:
"Zhao Changming, your grandpa read you right, you are very good, a natural soldier, with the natural offensiveness of a soldier."
"what······"
When Zhao Changming heard Long Zhiwen mention his grandfather, Zhao Changming finally couldn't help but raised his head and let out a long howl. He knelt down suddenly, watching the blood stains on his hands, his hands could not help shaking, his heart Full of resentment and fear, he did not expect that the only person who cared about himself and loved him was the dead grandfather. He was sent to the barracks and even resented his grandfather for allowing himself to suffer and to completely isolate himself from the Huahua world, but now he finds himself wrong. He realized that when he had lost his life, it turned out that people who are really good to you are not necessarily put on the face. For the first time, Zhao Changming felt how elusive people are.
"Zhao Changming, stand up for Lao Tzu." Looking at Zhao Changming's kneeling pain, Long Zhiwen suddenly scolded:
"I don't care how much bitter you feel, but as long as you wear this uniform for a day, as long as you are still Laozi's soldier, you are not allowed to kneel on the ground. Even if you die, you have to stand and die for Laozi."
When Long Zhiwen uttered this sentence almost in a roaring state, everyone present felt that every word of his words penetrated their eardrums like steel needles. Xiaosha, Li Yuhui, a soldier in the guard squad, of course. With the Falcon, which one of them would rather die than surrender, even if he died, he would stand up his spine and be unyielding
Seeing Zhao Changming stand up slowly, his eyes are filled with determination and hatred. Those blood-red eyes are like hungry wolves with their teeth pulled out, with their sharp claws outstretched, vowing to use his only weapon. Torn the enemy to pieces, he squeezed his fist fiercely, and the joints made a snapping noise with the squirming of the arm muscles.
Jiang Minghao looked at Zhao Changming's angry look. He, who had no power to bind a chicken, could violently kill a well-trained killer? Jiang Minghao's mind suddenly appeared in the wall of the word soldier in the bizarre valley. When he came into contact with the word soldier, the violent spirit that filled his body greatly increased his strength, but he was almost completely irrational, and even almost killed him by mistake. It's chic.
Jiang Minghao squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the approachable Long Zhiwen in front of him. He was filled with doubts. How could he understand the military strategist's theory of anger and use it so handily? That fierce donkey temper, but with the style of a general who loves soldiers like a child, his deep eyes are full of city mansions, but he is an official attitude without contending with the world. Everything makes Jiang Minghao feel that he is more and more looking. I'm not sure about this hot commander.
"Grandma, a bear, Zhao Ritian, the bastard, has colluded with the island devil. He deserves to be smashed a thousand times." Jiang Minghao's thoughts were interrupted by Wu Tian's sudden yelling, he squatted on the ground, watching one of them being grabbed by him. The assassin's corpse with his pants said grimly:
"I just heard a quack and thought it was an illusion. If I hadn't seen these diaper-like underwear, I would really not be sure that these killers are island devils."
"Xiaotian, do you remember those killers when we were in Goose Country?" Wei Debing's eyes were suddenly filled with anger, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Those killers are also islanders."
How could Wei Debing not be angry when he heard Wu Tian say that these killers were islanders? How can we not be sad? How can you not blame yourself? Because his life was saved three times in a row, and his life was exchanged by his own life, that is to let him kill these island devils to avenge him. Weidebing will not feel cruel, or even produce a trace of mercy. .