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Zhang Feng thought that this post-killing method of breaking the neck and then cutting it off and holding the head in his hands seemed too cruel.
Since you have already killed the other party, why do you need to chop off the head
Thinking that this might be the way of killing by primitive tribes, he didn't say much. Now that the secret sentry was killed, it was the time to attack. He rescued the Qiangsen tribe from being suppressed, and then quickly retreated and returned to their base. They were really ready to move forward. However, he was pulled by Johnson behind him and said in his ear: "Brother Feng, my father said that he should do it himself."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng frowned. After a slight hesitation, he nodded and said, "Okay, I also want to see the fighting power of your tribe."
Johnson translated what he said to his father. The middle-aged man nodded respectfully to Zhang Feng and waved to the man behind him.
Zhang Feng moved his body into the grass, crawling on the ground, dragging the automatic rifle in his hand, his finger on the trigger, and looked at the situation in front of him coldly.
One by one, the big indigenous men held crude steel knives in their hands and lurked forward quickly. Now that the secret whistle had been pulled out, they moved extremely quickly.
The blade cut across the skin and made a "puff" sound. A helpless sneer appeared on Zhang Feng's lips. The scene in front of him seemed to have returned to the era of cold weapons with the light and shadow of swords.
The other tribe also reacted, and a sharp cry suddenly sounded, immediately breaking the solemn silence in the darkness.
The two sides were in close combat, and the skin and flesh were torn when the blade passed by, blood splattered, bones were broken, and tendons were broken!
This kind of killing is far more cruel than killing from a distance, blood flows freely, and the enemy dies in front of him instead of in the sight. The eyes can see the resentment and hatred in the eyes of the killed.
The spear whizzes by, piercing the chest and pinning the enemy to the ground. It was not fatal immediately, but the enemy grabbed the spear and tried to pull it out. This shows how ferocious these indigenous people who blow their hair and drink their blood are.
Johnson and his father were like two tigers descending from the mountain, rushing unstoppably into the opponent's crowd. Someone must have been cut down to the ground by the blade, and the screams became the main theme of the jungle for a while.
Feng didn't know when he got out of Zhang Feng's backpack and landed next to him, sighing.
The still immature fangs looked eager to try.
Zhang Feng held him in his arms, tucked him under his armpits, and said in a low voice: "This is not something you can participate in yet. Let's wait until you truly become the king of the grassland."
In the eyes, Johnson and three indigenous people gathered in the center. Not only did they not panic, but they became more and more fierce. The hunting knife in their hands danced so tightly that the three opponents could only parry.
On the other side, Johnson's father was facing another big man. The big man was actually much taller than Johnson, about two meters and two meters tall. It's just that his figure is not as strong as Johnson, but rather thin.
What the man is holding in his hand is not a steel knife, but a stone hammer. It has a wooden handle that is one meter long and as thick as a child's arm, with a stone as big as a head attached to the front end.
The two people met without any words, and went straight towards each other to kill each other.
When two or three of them came together, Johnson's father was clearly a little low, and kept retreating. The steel knife in his hand was broken by a stone hammer.
Thump thump thump. Johnson's father staggered back three steps, lost his footing and fell to the ground. The stone hammer in his hand was about to hit his head.
Johnson's father's eyes widened. It was obvious to him that he was going to die today!
At this critical moment, Zhang Feng, who was always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, decisively pulled the trigger. "Poof." There was a gunshot, and the whizzing bullet accurately broke the wooden handle of the stone hammer.
The huge stone hammer landed next to Johnson's father's head, only twenty centimeters apart.
His heart, which had been lifted up at first, was put down now. His back was instantly wet with sweat. Johnson's father understood that he was facing death.
The man who was struck by the stone hammer took three steps back. The powerful force of the bullet shocked his jaws, and his palms were filled with blood.
Zhang Feng's face also darkened. If this continues, both sides may suffer a lose-lose outcome. He finally made the trek here not to bring back a bunch of wounded soldiers, but to bring back alive and active warriors.
He stood up from where he was hiding, took a grenade from his body, and threw it towards the jungle on the side.
"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded.
, two big trees as thick as a bowl were blown apart, causing a huge fire.
The two primitive tribesmen who were strangled together were completely surprised by the explosion. They both stopped and retreated to join their companions.
Holding the gun and advancing quickly, he shouted at the same time: "Johnson, help me translate! Let everyone put down their weapons, otherwise don't blame me for being rude! Mad, I don't want to bring back a group of people with missing arms and legs. ”
Johnson's face was also a little ugly. In just a moment, three people from his tribe were hacked to death, and two others were seriously injured and it seemed that they were hopeless.
Immediately, the interpreter yelled Zhang Feng's words loudly, but the indigenous people on both sides did not make any move.
The indigenous people sitting in the tribe where Johnson was sitting all turned their attention to Johnson's father, and they wanted to listen to the patriarch.
When the other party sees that they have not put down their weapons, it is naturally impossible for them to throw away the guy who is saving his life.
Seeing such a situation, Zhang Feng's face became more and more gloomy. It seemed that he had to teach them a good lesson today, otherwise they would not be easy to manage even if they were brought back.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng decisively adjusted the muzzle of the gun, pulled the trigger steadily and rhythmically with his finger, and fired in bursts. Bullets roared out of the muzzle one after another.
Along with the low gunfire, bullets fell at the feet of the soldiers in the front row of both sides, and bits of soil splashed up. Both sides involuntarily stepped back, looking at Zhang Feng who was charging towards them in panic.
Zhang Feng shouted again: "Johnson told them that I am giving them three seconds, and I will kill anyone who has not put down their weapons!"
Johnson's face was startled. He could hear the anger in Zhang Feng's tone, and he immediately shouted: "Anyone who hasn't put down his weapon after three seconds will be killed without mercy!" After shouting, he did not forget to look at himself anxiously. Father, nodded slightly and asked him to do as he was told.
Johnson's father's expression kept changing, but he still ordered his people to throw their weapons on the ground.
The tall and thin native on the other side obviously turned a deaf ear to Zhang Feng's words. He even looked eager to try when he saw the other party put down his weapon.
Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered at the corner of his mouth. Didn't he take my words seriously? You asked for this, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!