201.
Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Feng quickly rushed towards the other soldier with his bare feet.
When the soldier saw Zhang Feng rushing over, there was no panic on his face. He quickly pulled out his pistol and locked the muzzle.
Just when he was about to pull the trigger, Zhang Feng flicked his wrist, and the knife in his mouth turned into a cold light and flew out.
"Ah!" The soldier screamed, and the pistol fell to the ground. There was a narrow wound on his wrist bone, and the knife in his mouth, as thin as a cicada's wing, sank directly into the flesh.
Zhang Feng's speed did not slow down, he rushed forward and hit him directly in the head with a high whip kick.
The soldier hurriedly raised his injured arm to block, but Zhang Feng tried his best to block the heavy kick.
The legs and arms were connected, and there was only a soft "click" sound, and the arms were bent to a degree visible to the naked eye.
His body flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, his head hit the wall hard, and blood immediately flowed out.
The soldier was still struggling to stand up, but as soon as he raised his legs, his legs went weak and he fell unconscious to the ground.
After taking down the other soldier, Zhang Feng rushed towards the other one. The small space was not conducive to shooting. This was the only advantage that Shangfeng could take advantage of.
Otherwise, a single person who can't escape will be beaten into a hornet's nest of bullets in minutes when faced with six heavily armed special forces.
The soldier did not choose to draw his gun, but instead drew his dagger. Using standard military dagger fighting techniques, the blade never left Zhang Feng's vital part.
At this moment, another soldier rushed towards Zhang Feng's back.
When he arrived, a gust of evil wind blew up behind his head. Zhang Feng lowered his body and the blade of the blade grazed his scalp, cutting off a handful of hair on the top of his head and letting it fall.
Just when he lowered his body, the soldier in front of him stabbed Zhang Feng's chest with his dagger, and it was a killing move without any mercy.
Zhang Feng didn't want to continue fighting with them. The longer the delay was, the worse it would be for him. He had to fight quickly.
Facing the stabbing dagger, Zhang Feng not only did not dodge, but instead moved towards the tip of the knife.
Just when he was about to be pierced by the tip of the knife, Zhang Feng suddenly twisted his body and punched forward.
The blade of the blade grazed Zhang Feng's chest and made a long incision directly on the upper side of his chest, from left to right.
The incision was not deep but the flesh was turned out. Dense blood poured out from the long and narrow wound, completely dyeing the body bright red.
And Zhang Feng's fist continued to enlarge in the warrior's eyes.
boom.
The soldier felt that the sky was full of stars, and the bridge of his nose was broken and two lines of blood flowed out. The sourness caused his lacrimal glands to secrete tears and blinded his eyes.
The soldier behind him missed the target and kicked out his military boots hard on Zhang Feng's waist.
Zhang Feng felt as if his waist was broken in reverse, and he grinned at the blinding pain. However, he did not dare to hesitate at all, and draped the knife directly on the throat of the soldier in front of him.
The soldier clutched his neck and collapsed on the ground, his face flushed with pain and unable to breathe.
Zhang Feng had to save 50% of his strength. Otherwise, if he used all his strength, the fragile Adam's apple would be directly smashed, which would cause a person to lose the ability to fight in an instant. Without timely rescue, there would be no way out.
Then with the force of the kick, Zhang Feng took two steps forward to open a direct distance between him and the people behind him. He quickly turned around and saw a cold light piercing directly towards his eyes.
The sharp tip of the knife kept enlarging Zhang Feng's eyes, but Zhang Feng did not close his eyes, but stared wide open.
His hands suddenly rose up and grabbed his wrists fiercely.
"ah!"
The warrior roared, and the veins in his arms suddenly popped out. The force was so strong that it pushed Zhang Feng back continuously. At the same time, he raised his knees repeatedly and hit Zhang Feng's lower abdomen.
With heavy blows again and again, Zhang Feng kept retreating. His internal organs turned over in severe pain.
boom.
His back hit the wall hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhang Feng's mouth, splattering all over the face of the fierce warrior on the other side.
The soldier's round eyes glared angrily, and his roar became more ferocious.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the squad leader standing with an assault rifle in his hand, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the two of them. Zhang Feng had no doubt that as long as the 'shield' in front of him disappeared, the squad leader would not hesitate. He hesitated to pull the trigger, and the bullet immediately passed through his fatal vitals.
The hands holding the dagger suddenly
Breaking it to the side, the tip of the dagger directly rubbed the corner of Zhang Feng's eye, leaving a faint blood mark. A trace of blood flowed out and hung in the corner of his eye, like blood tears.
boom.
The soldier couldn't bear the force, and the inertia of the force caused the dagger to pierce directly into the wall beside Zhang Feng's head.
Zhang Feng also suddenly raised his foot and slapped the soldier's crotch hard, but he did not dare to go all out.
These soldiers who were crazy about killing him were all his comrades, how could he be cruel to them. If not, the first few soldiers would not have fallen to the ground unconscious, but would have died.
The warrior's legs tightened unconsciously, his dark face turned the color of pig liver, and his eyes were so wide that they seemed to pop out of their sockets.
The hook hit him hard on the chin, but someone reached out to pull his fallen body back into his arms and block it in front of his chest.
The only people left standing in the room were Zhang Feng, the soldier in his arms who was shielded by him, and the squad leader who was holding a sniper rifle in a shooting position.
There was only a distance of five meters between the two people, and their eyes were fixed on each other.
He pulled out the dagger stuck in the wall with his backhand and put it on the neck of the unconscious soldier in his arms. Zhang Feng sneered twice with pain and said: "Put down the gun, otherwise, I will cut his throat immediately. You shouldn't I doubt I can do it."
There was obviously a burn on the monitor's eyelid, which was the red-hot cigarette butt spit out by Zhang Feng.
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, a slight hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he became extremely firm and said: "I can put down the gun! Even if he is now regarded as a hostage by you, he will not agree. I put down my gun! I'm not like you."
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he grinned: "What's the difference? It's just that they are just making ends meet."
The squad leader shook his head slightly and said firmly: "I am a soldier. I have my own beliefs and my protection! I am willing to give my life for my beliefs and what I protect. I am willing, and so is he. , they are all willing! And you are just a beast who only stares at money like a hyena. Of course we are different. If you don't put down the dagger and surrender, I will shoot. You should understand the power of a rifle at close range, which is enough to penetrate the bodies of two people at the same time.”