Seeing that his morale was available, Wang Hao grabbed a high-pressure water gun and shouted: "Everyone, if you want to live, rush with me!"

Before the words fell, he held a high-pressure water cannon high and sprayed wildly.

Just when the Dongying samurai were washed away by high-pressure water guns, countless prisoners, like a raging flood, rushed out one after another.

"Bagaya Road, shoot and shoot, let them all die!"

When Tanaka saw the prisoners rushing out, he raised his throat and shouted hysterically.

"Doodle, doodle......"

The machine guns frantically swallowed flames, bullets rained down, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A group of prisoners who rushed to the front were lying in a pool of blood on the spot.

The prisoners in the back, without any fear, still rushed forward one after another.

Wang Hao casually threw down the high-pressure water gun and threw out the group killing skill, the rainstorm pear flower needle.

In an instant, the Dongying guards in front of him were like wheat harvested by the scythe of death, lying on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Hao rolled on the spot. Holding the money sword, with the momentum of a tiger entering the wolves, he killed the team of Dongying killers.

Every step he takes, there will be a Dongying killer, who will fall in a pool of blood forever.

It can really be said: kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

The other prisoners, infected by Wang Hao's momentum of looking down on the world, also rushed forward desperately and fought side by side with him.

They have no weapons, so they beat them with their fists, kick them with their feet, and even bite them with their teeth, and they are completely like a bunch of crazy wolves who are not afraid of death.

Although the guards were all well-trained killers, the number of prisoners was far greater than their total number.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell into a stalemate.

"Baga Ya Road, all of them are dead, they are all dead!" Tanaka Thirteen Lang pulled out his bright samurai sword and split a blonde and blue-eyed Mi man in half.

Just as Tanaka Shisanro was about to kill another Filipino black, a brilliant three-foot short sword stood in front of him.

Tanaka Thirteen Lang, when he saw that the person who came was the hateful Chinese man, his heart was furious, and he roared hysterically: "Baga Ya Road!"

Before the murderous words landed, he raised his samurai sword and slashed at Wang Hao's Heavenly Spirit Gai with the posture of splitting Huashan with force.

If this knife makes him sturdy, Wang Hao's head will definitely blossom on the spot.

Wang Hao flashed sideways, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

Immediately, he didn't hesitate, and took advantage of the fact that Tanaka Shishiro had not yet returned to the knife, stepped on the triangular refraction step, and quickly bullied forward.

Tanaka Thirteen Lang saw that Wang Hao's figure was too weird, and he didn't dare to shake it. The "kicking and staring" stepped back sharply.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Wang Hao's mouth raised a sneer of disdain.

"Hmph, if you want to hide, can you hide?"

As soon as the words came out, Wang Hao brandished the money sword, opened and closed, and slashed towards him.

"Dang Qiang!"

The first sword, Tanaka Jushiro's samurai sword, was split on the spot.

"Click!"

The second sword, Tanaka Thirteen Lang, was forced to retreat again and again, and a bloody cut was cut on his shoulder, and the white bones in it were looming.

"Poof!"

The third sword, Tanaka Thirteen Lang had five parries at all, and the Heavenly Spirit Cover was split on the spot, red and white, mixed together, and splashed all over the ground.

Tanaka Jushiro was killed, and the rest of the Toei special operations team was leaderless, and they fled like an avalanche on the spot.

However, before Wang Hao and the group of prisoners had time to cheer for victory, a deafening explosion sounded in the air.

One of the cannonballs exploded in the crowd, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

"It's a mortar!" one of the prisoners cried out as they recognized the shells.

Suddenly, the prisoners, who had just restored a little order, fell into chaos again.

"Boom!"

A silver-white lightning bolt pierced through the thick black clouds and exploded. Like a frightened viper, lightning fled in all directions.

Immediately, there was a rolling thunder sound, like thousands of troops, galloping, roaring.

A samurai wearing an iron armor mask, armed with a samurai command sword, commanded in an orderly manner.

"Mortar, prepare!"

"Launch!"

"Heavy, prepare!"

"Strafe!"

After two rounds of mortar and heavy machine gun fire, the prisoners' camp had completely collapsed and they were all running around.

Seeing this scene, a sneer of disdain rose on the corner of the ironclad general's mouth.

"Hmph, a rabble!"

After speaking, he waved his hand at the twenty or so black-clothed ghosts behind him, and shouted: "Genetic warriors, charge, slaughter them clean!"

With the shouts of the ironclad general, more than two dozen genetic warriors, their footsteps were flying, and they were all holding bright arc-shaped scimitars in their hands, and the tips of the knives were pointing downwards to reveal a soul-stirring light.

Although there were only about two dozen of them, they could face enemies dozens of times their size, but they were not afraid, like demons released from hell, hideous, cold.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into it like wolves into a flock. The curved scimitar in his hand slashed at will, as fast as lightning, and before the other party had time to react, he cut off the opponent's head with one sword, and blood gushed out. It was sprinkled on the ground, mixed with the muddy rain, and the pungent smell of blood was diffused.

In just a dozen breaths, the ground was covered with headless corpses, blood gushing and converging into a stream, which was completely a scene of nine hells.

Seeing that the enemy was so fierce, including Wang Hao, everyone's eyes widened in shock, and their faces were full of disbelief.

"They're not people, they're devils sent by Satan, devils!" a white European man, looking like a madman, shouted hysterically.

Some of the cowardly prisoners, frightened by these demons, fell to their knees and begged for mercy.

However, the demons did not pay any attention to their pleadings, and directly brandished their scimitars and slashed them viciously.

A Filipino boxer grabbed a machete and slashed at the genetic warrior on his flank.

The genetic warrior does not dodge or dodge, and allows him to cut at will.

The machete slashed at the genetic warrior's shoulder, but instead of blood oozing out, there was a crisp metal crash.

The fingers of the genetic warrior like a steel chisel grabbed the Filipino machete and folded it vigorously.

"Click!"

The machete, made of stainless steel, broke on the spot.

Seeing such an incredible scene, the Filipinos were full of horror and were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

However, before he could take three steps back, a deadly scimitar slashed at his neck.

"Huh!"

The knife fell, the corpse was separated, and the blood was like an infusion!

They are frantically slaughtering these poor guinea pigs, with cold expressions and no changes, just like killing machines that only know killing, but have no feelings, destroying human nature, cruel methods, and even more outrageous.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao couldn't help but feel a burst of horror in his heart.

This is the genetic warrior they secretly researched, such a powerful explosive power!

At this moment, a genetic warrior lifted the soul-stirring scimitar, without any pity for the jade, and directly slashed towards Zhao Yuqing.

If this knife is hit, Zhao Yuqing will definitely die!