"I didn't know, kill them first!" Zhang Feng emptied the mini submachine gun in his hand again, pressing the opponent and unable to raise his head. He kept changing the magazine.
Li Jian and the others were also unequivocal, shooting with mission.
"Don't kill them all, leave one alive!" the King of Hell said loudly.
Zhang Feng didn't respond to him, but just cursed: "What a bastard!"
The King of Hell smiled silently. These people could not escape or survive. The King of Hell raised his hands and made a few gestures, then spread out and blocked them from different angles.
They were hiding in a low-lying area, where a group of people were nesting. They were resting there when they bumped into them. Zhang Feng and others suddenly came out of the woods, and their guns that had been in combat mode immediately opened fire. The child swept them away, and they responded quickly and immediately counterattacked.
For a time, the two sides entered a stalemate. They had many people and their weapons were not weak. Huang Quan's team had few people, but their shooting was accurate and their firepower was fierce.
But just after the King of Hell raised his hand to make a gesture, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. The members of the Black Dragon Mercenary Corps were attacked by multiple snipers, and seven or eight of them died in one fell swoop.
"Ah..."
Someone on the opposite side shouted loudly, and then a dozen or so people stood up and charged.
This was a suicide charge, but there were four people watching from behind, all holding long knives in their hands.
I guess they are the leaders.
Are more than a dozen people going to charge? Zhang Feng sneered and stood up, howling: "Kill... do what he brewed..."
"Ah... ah..."
The few people who rushed to the front were suddenly beaten into a hornet's nest by Zhang Feng.
The ten people behind were all taken care of by King Yama and the others, and all the Japanese who charged were killed.
The battlefield became quiet, and both sides had a tacit understanding and did not shoot again.
"Chinese?"
Someone shouted from the opposite side and said it in Chinese!
"Japanese, come out and die!" Zhang Feng said angrily!
The Japanese did not stand up and continued: "Let's fight one on one!"
Zhang Feng looked at the King of Hell, who nodded, and Zhang Feng said: "Okay, I promise you!"
They stood up, with no other weapons except a long knife. They looked a little embarrassed and dirty, but they were very energetic.
"Let's challenge each other!" A man in his thirties walking in front had small eyes and a beard under his nose. He was 1.7 meters tall, but he was very strong: "My name is Masao Rōji!"
This was Masao Rōji. After they attacked the Golden Wolf security personnel, they wanted to move towards the valley, but they did not expect that there were bombs everywhere along the way. After killing several people, they moved forward very carefully.
Someone came up with the idea of having the animals go in front and the people behind them, which was very effective. Later, when they went to catch bison and the like, two more were killed by a bomb. Only then did they realize that there were landmines everywhere and they didn’t dare to They advanced rashly, so the speed of advancement was so slow, otherwise Zhang Feng and others would not be able to catch up.
Zhang Feng held the saber he carried with him in his hand and looked at this person, Masao Rōji
He knew this man, the right-hand man of the leader of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group.
I didn't expect him to be here.
"Zhang Feng!" Zhang Feng said: "You don't have to worry about my name, because you will die soon!"
"I know you, haha, Chinese special forces? Let's see how I kill you!" Zheng Xionglang was overjoyed. He knew that the person in front of him was very powerful and was known as the number one Chinese special forces person.
He didn't dare to be careless, but instead of being afraid, he was even more excited. If he killed this person, then he would be the greatest hero and receive supreme glory.
Masao Rōji said: "Come on!"
As he spoke, Masao Rōji took out his long sword, holding the handle of the sword with both hands, taking a step back with his left foot to ask for mana, and pointed the tip of the sword at Zhang Feng.
This is the standard posture for a standard samurai confrontation.
Masao Rōji was full of confidence and believed that he would be able to kill him. As for whether his people would shoot him after killing him, it no longer mattered.
His body is like an ant, but his heart is bigger than an elephant!
His tragedy is unfolding.
"Madman, his sword is long!" Li Jian reminded.
Zhang Feng said: "So what?"
The others did not speak, but Zhang Feng said to Masako Rōji, "You can come together!"
The tone is contemptuous and contemptuous.
Masao Rōji's expression changed drastically. This was humiliating him, a huge humiliation!
The people behind him were also very angry, and they all stood up and drew their swords. Masao Langji raised his hands to tell them not to come up. He wanted to kill this person alone, and the people behind him were witnesses.
"idiot… "
Masao Rōji was furious and was ready to attack. Attack is the best defense, because offense often takes the initiative.
"Eight birds, I don't have time to kill you one by one, let's do it together!" Zhang Feng raised his chin and said to him.
That look of contempt made Masao Rōji furious. No matter what kind of swordsmanship he had, he used the power of his feet and his body to rush over. He was in front of Zhang Feng within a few steps.
This is a powerful stab that can easily penetrate a half-meter-thick wooden board.
There is no way to hide in front of ordinary people. Seeing the tip of the knife reaching Zhang Feng's chest, Masahiro Rōji's face lit up with joy. He couldn't dodge at such a close range. He really didn't expect that the king of special forces in China could be this kind of thing. Ah ha ha…
At this critical moment, Masao Rōji saw an evil smile on Zhang Feng's face, which gave Masao Rōji a bad premonition.
Sure enough, the next moment his body moved. No, it didn't move, but the person in front of Masao Rōji seemed to have turned into a gust of wind and floated to the side.
Suddenly there was a flash of cold light, and he felt a slight chill under his neck. His expression was indifferent. He knew what had happened, but he didn't believe it. The man was standing beside him without moving. He stretched out his hand to touch it. The neck was slippery, and a sharp pain spread throughout the body, followed by difficulty breathing.
His hands were red, it was his own blood, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it...
"You..." Masao Rōji said one word and moved his neck. The crack in his neck opened and blood spurted out.
Masao Rōji fell down, but he could still say: "That's so fast... Ahem..."
he died!
After all, I didn’t finish my sentence. Is it faster, the knife, or the speed of body movement, or both
Anyway, at this speed, even the King of Hell would be stunned!
The three Japanese people behind were ashen-faced. They all saw the scene just now clearly!
The Chinese man named Zhang Feng moved and took a step forward. A drop of blood flowed from the knife in his hand.
"It tastes pretty good, isn't it? It's your first time to drink the blood of a Japanese?" Zhang Feng put the knife in his hand in front of his eyes and said.
There was not a drop of blood on the blade, it was still clean, and blood did not stain the blade.
After Zhang Feng said these words without beginning or end, he looked at the three people and said, "It's your turn!"