A full moon hangs high in the sky. The moonlight sprinkled the earth.

If this kind of moonlight is used for romantic pickling girls and fishing for Kaizi, it is definitely the first choice. But on this deserted island, in this land of Buddhism.

A fight unfolded quietly.

Both sides are masters.

The battle was fast and fierce.

Coincidentally, both sides chose the knife as their weapon of choice. This is also reasonable, under such moonlight, everything is still best with assassination.

After all, if you shoot, it's really too conspicuous.

Moreover, there is only one consequence of shooting. Even if you hit an enemy, in the next second, there will be countless bullets that will instantly knock people into a sieve.

Wang's face was bleeding, which had been cut by a knife. However, he has always thought that he is a beautiful man, but he has no complaints at all at this time.

On the contrary, I feel very lucky.

That guy just now was really powerful, the knife was fast and ruthless, and he didn't have a little wind. The knife design is also extremely poisonous, all of which are matte, even under this bright moonlight, there is no reflection at all. If he hadn't accidentally caught a glimpse of the other party just now and dodged in time, then the knife would have not scratched his face, but would have silently cut his throat.

Of course, the outcome of the two fights is already obvious. Lao Wang can lean against the wall and sigh for the beauty of life, then his opponent has naturally hung up. This is not to say that Lao Wang's swordsmanship can be compared to that of his opponent, it's just that he has been with Xing Jie for a long time, and he has become obscene.

As for whether it is more insidious to shoot when than a knife, Lao Wang thinks it doesn't matter, after all, as long as he kills the other party. Of course, he didn't play handsome anywhere, the moment he shot, a hungry tiger pounced, no, a donkey rolled and quickly hid into the darkness.

Lao Wang's gun was like a signal, just now it was just a battlefield where a few screams were heard from time to time, but at this time, it had already begun to shoot like a raging storm.

At this time, Lao Wang found that he seemed to be a little miserable and was in the center of the battle between the two sides. Staying in this place, like eating arsenic for the old birthday star, is a pure act of seeking death. If nothing else, God knows if a stray bullet will hit him in the next second.

Lao Wang is trained, or quite brutal professional training. But he's also human, and even if a stray bullet hits him, he'll die! a bullet won't kill him just because he's trained. Don't say that those who are soldiers will die on the battlefield, damn, who wants to die if they can survive?

I have begged all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and made countless grand wishes. Now it seems that the effect is good, at least for now, Lao Wang is still alive. It can also be judged by the change of the firepower point that his brothers are constantly approaching the center point of the original plan. After the enemy's battle in the dark just now, it can be clearly seen that the output of firepower has been reduced by more than half.

What is the basis for victory in battle? Weapons? This is not necessarily, but a well-planned strategy? This is of course very important. But the most important thing is morale, as long as morale is out, nothing is invincible.

What kind of organization the other party is, Lao Wang and they don't know this. But so far, it's clear that this organization is really strong. is so strong that even the Dongying royal family is very taboo about them. But what is even more inexplicable is that those people had every chance to stab Xing Jie to death with a single knife, but they gave up for no reason.

And now, Ling Lao Wang, Aziz, Xing Jie's brother-in-law, and Captain Huang of 925 all felt a strange feeling. These people were originally a group of mercenaries, and Hall could guarantee this, because in the previous two days, he had recognized no less than five people, all of whom were veterans who had been active in Colombia in recent years.

As is customary, they are at the end of their rope by now. Although it will continue to fire, it will already be obviously discharged, for example, it looks like it is a jubilant fight, but the muzzle of the gun will basically be raised a few points. Those who often play with guns can understand what is going on at a glance, and then they begin to tacitly understand that this is a foreign practice of leaving a line in doing things and meeting each other in the future.

But today is completely different, and everyone is crazy.

Obviously, they are already at an absolute disadvantage, as long as they surrender, there is basically nothing to do, and Lao Wang is only the one who wants to take the lead. As for the mercenaries, who has the time to waste on them, just leave it to the Dongying side to deal with.

Since you don't know how to be interested, then it's better to die. Muller and Hall laughed and picked up the two repeating shotguns. Isn't it just a forcible attack? They have all experienced wars that are more brutal than this kind of scene, and now these are just small scenes.

Although he doesn't know Basang's magical hunting skills, he has a hand for both of them to advance secretly. Generally speaking, a strong man like them should give the impression of being like Arnold Schwarzenegger, carrying a six-barreled machine gun of the Flame God, mixed with a cloak full of ammunition. Then, with a thick cigar hanging from his mouth, while cursing foul words like Bichi, shit, etc., he slammed the trigger, and a long flame burst out, and the dense bullets tore the enemy to shreds in an instant. That's the image they should have.

But that's not the case at all now, it's hard to believe. These two strong men, who are nearly two meters tall, can make the battlefield evasion movements so delicate and gentle. When running at top speed, the sound it makes is not much louder than that of a cat moving forward.

And this kind of sound can be said to be silent on the battlefield where the guns are still raging.

They don't have to cover up on their part, they can do what they have to do, and sometimes too contrived cover-up will only mess up all efforts. After all, the other party is not stupid, those people are also masters who have survived countless battlefields, and their individual combat power may not be as good as Muller and Hall, but the sensitivity of the battlefield is absolutely strong.

The battlefield is a place to fight for life, not a place for actors to put on a show.

You can't see Neo dodging bullets like cool, you can't see a bullet turning when you take out a gun and throw it out, let alone think you can dance in a hail of bullets like Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It's a bullet that looks so insignificant to you, and if it hits you in the arm, your arm will break in two, and if it hits your leg, you can amputate it. As for hitting on the head, well, everyone knows this, so I won't talk about it.

So, when Muller and Hall infiltrated the vicinity of the temple, they completely disappeared. When Lao Wang and the others were already panicking, the continuous boom made Aziz and them feel relieved.

"These two guns are really enjoyable. Hall, if you don't want to, how about passing it on to me?" said Mueller, his eyes lit up, fiddling with the gun in his hand, and he was very excited.

"Of course, I'm not very interested in this gun. Hall handed the gun to Mueller without thinking.

The two of them had a good conversation, but then the others who entered the temple felt that it was really an exaggeration. The originally solemn front hall was full of limbs that had been blown to pieces, and the sea of blood may be a bit exaggerated, but the Shura field is the most correct description.

"The man you want is there, king. How to deal with the traitors is a matter for the eight of you, but we have to withdraw first. There is no news from Basan's side so far, and I am a little worried about it. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll come with you after I've handed it over. Basan is also my brother. ”