Chapter Twenty-Seven: Please Call Me Lei Feng
"Whew-"
The dragon servant, who was suddenly hit hard, let out a strange and shrill cry, the kind of poignant Cheng dΓΉ was enough to compare to the lonely soul and wild ghost who had died in vain for many years. And this ugly monster also launched a counterattack.
I saw its whole body slam down the ship, causing the current to fluctuate violently, making the entire Moniach feel unstable and shaking.
"Start the engines! Fast! Otherwise, we will only be a living target on the surface of the sea! β
Rundstedt roared loudly, it was clear that the former executive elite's wealth of experience was not to be put on display, and as his order was given, the Moniach also began to move flexibly on the water in a zigzag trajectory.
The ship was originally designed to the specifications of a destroyer, and neither its displacement nor the number of firepower units it could carry were comparable to those of ordinary tugboats.
"Stop the fire cover! The water weakens the bullets, and we don't have a lot of ammunition, so it's important to make sure that every bullet is as good as possible! β
At the same time as the second order was given, Rundstedt also accurately predicted the position of the dragon attendant's water exit, pulled the sniper rifle and fired it into the soul, splashing several pieces of broken dragon scales and blood flowers.
Mercer didn't have time to care about the people of the Kassel Academy on the ship - after all, no matter how strong their tactics and execution, and how professionally trained, the difference in strength was so directly there, and in the original book, they also paid the price of almost total destruction to kill the dragon servant.
Therefore, the victory or defeat of this battle is actually pinned on him.
"Bang-"
With a heavy impact, Mercer was accidentally swept by the tail of the dragon servant, and the thick and powerful tail also had a hammer-like bony layer, which greatly enhanced the destructive ability. I saw that his whole person flew into the pure steel deck and rolled out more than ten meters, and the force of this blow was so strong that even the deck was slightly dented.
If it is an ordinary half-blood, I am afraid that after receiving this blow, the internal organs will inevitably rupture and bleed, and I don't know how many bones have been broken.
However, before the eyes of the people around him could change from the sigh of looking at the dead man, he immediately got up and charged towards the sea, as if the dragon servant had just scratched him, leaving behind him the commissioners with guns with frozen expressions.
There are many benefits of the black light virus, for example, the inside of Mercer's body is actually composed of black light virus and various derivatives of black light virus, such as what is very fatal to ordinary people, fractures, internal bleeding, concussion have no effect on him at all - or even do not happen at all.
Only bleeding, or the severed limbs being cut off or mutilated, can be effectively killed.
The corners of his mouth curled in an arc of excitement, and he rushed from one side of the deck to the other like lightning, and the speed was so fast that it hung up a gust of wind that was not small.
"Uhhh
The harsh and ugly cry of the dragon servant sounded a little erratic in the process of continuous advancement, and the torrential rain also confused the sense of sight and hearing, but unfortunately in the case of pulse perception, it was God's perspective + perspective, and after seeing the direction of the dragon servant's advance, Mercer jumped into the air without hesitation.
The somewhat intelligent Dragonsquire didn't miss this opportunity, and when Mercer was just about to reach full air, half of his body poked out of the water.
Probably because dragons and snakes were somewhat similar, the dragon squire chose to open and close the upper and lower jaws to the maximum, close to 80 degrees, and the flash of gunfire illuminated the intertwined fangs in its bloody mouth, some of which were yellowish but still not concealed their sharpness.
Generally speaking, the battle is always the more stable and solid the game, the better, and the most taboo in master combat is to take off - because the air cannot borrow strength and cannot change direction. It can be said that as long as the body is suspended, most of the strength of the body is basically wasted.
With the dragon's not low combat wisdom, he naturally knew this matter well, so this blow almost carried its full strength and confidence.
It's a pity that it fell through.
In just two easy air sprints, Mercer successfully completed a change of direction, and the dragon attendant was horrified to see a thick black fist enlarge, magnify, and magnify in front of its eyes......
"Bang-"
There was another loud bang, and Rundstedt felt a flower in front of him, and a dark red figure smashed into the deck from the air. Although the same situation had happened once before, this time it seemed to be a particularly miserable fall.
The deck literally dented five or six centimeters, and at the same time, Mercer rolled a long trail of blood on the deck, and his body was stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his blood or the blood of the dragon servant, and the dark red sweatshirt and mask were also torn a lot.
The black arms, which looked quite intimidating, had turned into a twisted and strange shape due to the unloading of the force, and the spine was also a little misaligned, and there was a strange smell of burning caused by friction and heat production in the air.
ββ¦β¦ Not bad feeling. β
Mercer said this indifferently that made all the commissioners present a little frightened, and then stood up again.
The arms shook back into place with a "click" of the protruding spine. There were many tiny and barely visible touchwires scattered throughout the body, recovering the blood and mending clothes by the way. Completing a qiΔ in almost ten seconds, it looks like a full blood resurrection.
It is not difficult to find that the expressions of everyone present are undoubtedly saying, "You are definitely hanging!" βγ
"The Dragonsquire has been enraged, so everyone must be careful. Since we are on the same front, I don't want to see too many casualties. β
The damage this time was not as light as it seemed, but fortunately, it still did not hurt the roots, so he could calmly remind the stunned commissioners.
The dragon servant, who had been hit once, did not immediately come up again, but the wail of Ruo Ruo became more terrible, and the image of the dragon servant transmitted back by pulse perception also showed that it was becoming more and more angry and irritable, constantly spinning in circles in the water, twitching its tail violently.
Mercer clenched his fist indifferently, as if he was still reminiscing about the feeling of bursting the dragon's eye with a punch just now - I have to say that the high concentration of dragon blood is too tempting, just by touching it, the black light virus in the whole body sends out an excited ** feeling, and sure enough, no matter how you think about it, I feel that it must be very nutritious~
"You...... What is it? β
Compelled by the urgency of the form, Rundstedt did not question Mercer's actions or origins, but after witnessing two horrific recoveries, he felt compelled to ask.
"Me?" The same hint of confusion appeared on the ordinary face beneath the mask, but it was quickly masked by banter and coziness.
"Well, you can just call me Lei Feng~"
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