Chapter 269: Jungle God of War!

Everyone's hearts suddenly became excited. Those who still wanted to vomit were also impassioned at this moment. was pushed to the high dynasty by the words of evil carefree, and there was no longer disgust in my heart, no longer afraid, only a heart for fighting!

"These words I am saying now, you can digest them yourself. This time, I'm going to take it as an experience for you. Once, I don't want anything like this to happen again! And this time, you just vomit to death, and I don't blame you! Even if there is a non-combat attrition because of this, I will be very responsible to apply for a pension for you. If you don't dial it above, I'll give it myself! However, there are no more, only 50,000. As for the martyrs or something, don't even think about it, I can't afford to lose that person. After saying that, Evil Xiaoyao turned around, walked to the side, and took a sip of water.

Once as a captain of the Tron Special Operations Brigade, Evil Xiaoyao has carried out a mission that is many times more tragic than here, what kind of scene have you never seen?

Even if he leaves the army and devotes himself to the killer world and the mercenary world, the evil Xiaoyao is still fighting bloodily.

Even though he has lived in the city for two years now, and after two years of no gunpowder smoke and no too tragic life and death life, when he comes to the battlefield, he is not familiar with it, except for excitement, there is no trace of discomfort.

It's as if this kind of iron and blood days have been completely integrated into his blood and life, and have become an inseparable part of his body!

Evil Xiaoyao originally thought that he might not be used to the battlefield anymore, but he really came here to show that his marksmanship and skills were still as good as before! Ferry to see the new festival

It only takes a few days for me to be back to my peak.

Evil Xiaoyao looked up at the blue sky in the distance, and then said to a group of soldiers, "What are you looking at me for?" Hurry up and get to work! ”

Feng Malang saw that his soldiers were still standing stupidly, and he was so angry that he almost didn't jump to call his mother.

"Yes!" These instructors and soldiers were still waiting for the evil to continue talking.

But seeing that Feng Malang began to scold them, he hurriedly got busy.

At this time, most of them appeared, and after their evil reprimand, they were fully adapted to the scene in front of them like hell on earth, and each of them was doing what was at hand with enthusiasm.

Most people seemed to have an epiphany, and they didn't have a little miserable feeling about these dead people in front of them.

A few even discussed what the cause of their death was, where the wounds were, and who did it......

In this way, they discovered a problem, among the more than 50 corpses lying here, there were nearly 30 corpses, with traces of sniper shooting. And it's mostly on the chest, forehead and other vital parts!

Originally, they were very proud of their marksmanship, but now it seems that a few snipers such as Evil Yao and others have achieved more results than their 100-odd people!

What is it? This is the gap, the gap of the red fruit!

As a result, the officers and soldiers of the First Cadre Sect and the soldiers in the current situation were no longer able to express their reverence for the evil in words.

It's from the heart, respect for the strong!

Feng Malang was also shocked, but he didn't show it, but hid this shock in his heart.

He watched from the sidelines when the evil shot out.

Thirteen shots, a total of thirteen shots were fired, except for Pardes, who didn't die, the rest were all killed with one shot!

Feng Malang believed that it was the intention of the evil Yao, otherwise, thirteen shots would only be thirteen corpses!

Fingers casually ran the buttons of his collar, Feng Malang knew that the scene in front of him, as well as all the things that happened before, had all been passed out!

"A few of you, the movements in your hands are lighter, there are foreign currencies inside, not stones, what should you do if you turn it upside down like this?" Evil Xiaoyao glared at an officer and soldier who was digging out the clothes pocket of the corpse, and said with some dissatisfaction: "We are here to generate foreign currency for the above, you have made it in tatters, doesn't this damage the country's property?" ”

Evil Loose muttered as she came to Pardes. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly looked at the old foreigner in front of him with a fierce expression.

The standard appearance of a Fa Guo, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, from this size, momentum and the light in his eyes, it can be seen that he should be an elite warrior.

It's a pity that this is a guy who has lost his faith.

"You're supposed to be a countryman?" The corners of Evil Xiaoyao's mouth rolled, revealing a kind smile, as if he had met a foreign friend, and said hello.

The evil carefree is only a superficial politeness, and he does not intend to let this man of the country answer him anything. As for his name, Evil Xiaoyao has no interest in knowing.

As Pardes was about to answer, Evil Escape stopped him from speaking, "I don't have much interest in knowing your name. But I want to know who you are, and what you're here for? I need to know that, and if you do the rest, you can keep it in your stomach. ”

"Before I answer your question, I hope you will be able to answer me a few questions. Are you Chinese? Pardes' face changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

The performance and words of the evil just now Pardes were all in his eyes.

Although there were some things that he didn't understand too much, but looking at the impassioned appearance of that group of warriors, Pardes could see that it was the evil that made the originally timid group of people seem to be rejuvenated, and they are full of fighting spirit.

This gave Pardes a certain understanding of the person who was evil.

Obviously, this is a moody, but rather resourceful person.

Obviously, more than half of the people brought by the evil escape are recruits who have never been on the battlefield.

Such a person will have two levels on the battlefield, the first is courage.

People who have never been on the battlefield, who have never killed people, to be precise, who have not had a rational mind and keep killing people, will never know how much courage it will take.

Each of your bullets has one purpose, and that is to kill the other person! In such a situation, a person who has not undergone rigorous training and has a hard mind is prone to collapse.

Especially in modern times, there are countless well-trained armies in the world, but if you really pull down the battlefield and go around, I am afraid that there will not be even half of the people who can hold out.

Of course, this is only for the kind of troops that engage in short-handed combat, such as mountain divisions, field divisions, and reconnaissance units.

It's like the kind of long-range strategic force that huddles in the rear, pushes buttons, and shells...... Because they have a very high degree of informationization and carry out long-range strikes, it can be said that no matter what the result is, they will not be able to see the enemy, and of course there will be no such problem.

The second level is the reaction to seeing corpses all over the ground after killing someone.

Even a well-trained soldier can easily develop a sense of fatigue and fear when he sees severed arms and stumps all over the ground.

This is also an instinctive reaction of people, and some people will naturally get better after a while. For some people, after experiencing the same thing two or three times, they will have a kind of numbness.

Although this result seems to be fine, in fact, they just forcibly use their willpower to suppress these fears and tiredness.

Once these negative emotions accumulate to a critical point, they will explode in one go. At that time, they will have a series of nightmares and even hallucinations.

Even if you can force yourself through, you will feel tired because of the excessive energy you have consumed.

However, the reprimand of Evil Xiaoyao just now obviously solved this problem, which would have required countless psychological experts and a period of time to solve.

This has to be secretly amazing.

Although these people were obviously soldiers who had undergone a series of the most rigorous training, their military literacy was so high that they were far more ordinary soldiers, and even had a certain mental preparation for war and the dead.

However, if it weren't for the fact that Evil Yao was the first to drink in time, it would take a certain amount of time for these people to recover to their previous state even if they were able to recover on their own.

And this will undoubtedly lead to a decrease in their combat effectiveness in the vast jungle, which is obviously not good news for them who are already insufficient in numbers.

Have a calm and rational mind, have full opinions of their own about the war, be able to delicately grasp every change in the hearts of the hand, grace and power, clear rewards and punishments, and their own strength is strong.

Such a person is definitely an elite of a professional soldier. No, it should be a professional soldier who has the potential of a general.

It's not an exaggeration to call it the God of War of the Jungle!

Pardes watched the evil escape, and secretly made his own judgment in his heart.

If Evil Xiaoyao had a mind-reading skill and could know what was going on in Pardes' mind, he would just laugh.

To be a general?

He's just a businessman. It's just a means of using the mall to control people on the battlefield.

Of course, the words that Evil Escapes received also completely shattered Pardes's expectations of him.

I saw a mocking chuckle on the corner of Evil Yao's mouth, glanced at Pardes obliquely, and said, "Hehe, this is really strange, you are my captive, and you didn't answer my question, but turned your head and asked me first?" Tell me, is it your arrogant personality that made you do this? If so, then I would be sorry. ”

Evil Loose unloads an improved version of the Sand Eagle from the waist of one of the hands next to him. This is specially prepared by Zong Tianxing, the third generation of the pale black desert eagle, and the domestic gun can also be called an imitation sand eagle.

The silvery-white color is too conspicuous, whether in the jungle or in the mountains, the hand-to-hand is easy to expose.

The reason why Evil Xiaoyao chose this gun is because it inherits all the advantages of the Sand Eagle, it is powerful and has a long enough range, and it is a sharp weapon for close defense!

If you are hit by such a gun at close range, your head can be torn apart, like a watermelon that an elephant has stepped on.

Moreover, such a sand eagle is easy to modify, and the improved desert eagle focuses on increasing the magazine capacity.

The original Sand Eagle could only hold ten bullets, but the improved version they were equipped with was all twelve bullets.

As for the guns of the evil escape, it has reached fifteen rounds.

This is a means of self-protection, firstly, by increasing the firepower and enhancing the lethality in close combat.

Second, it can also make the enemy misjudge, think about if someone mistakenly thinks that the bullet in their gun is ten rounds based on the type of their gun, won't it bring them a chance to get away with it?

Of course, this gun also inherited another feature of the Desert Eagle, which was the huge recoil. However, Evil Xiaoyao feels that such a gun is used by men, and it has an invincible fierceness!

At this point, Evil Escape aimed the Desert Eagle in his hand at one of Pardes' hands.

"No, no, I'm also a Chinese, please, spare me, spare me......" It was a Chinese, with yellow skin and black eyes, just like the evil ones.

But now, he felt the cold muzzle on his forehead, as if it was the grim smile of death, and the whole person immediately trembled like chaff.

This is a compatriot of Huaxia?