Chapter 2971 Who is the prey

"Bang bang bang!"

With the indifferent and merciless shooting, more than a dozen Mongolian men fell to the ground screaming, this time the shout once again attracted Zong Lihou out of the carriage, he poked his head out to scan the battlefield in his field of vision, how could he not believe what he saw in front of him, the border army still had support?

In his cognition, if the border army had support, the remaining border troops would not have been so wolf just now, let alone stupidly shoot the tires and fish to death, after all, even if the border army won at this moment, the latter would not be able to transport the three truckloads of arms out of the way.

Therefore, when he saw Zhao Heng and them appear, his mouth was so open that he could touch the root behind his ear, although he was not as familiar with Zhao Heng as Bei Rulai, who was still wearing a hat on his head, but after Zong Li, who had a collision with the latter, he could still capture the familiarity and remind him of the young man in the tent.

Zhao Heng!

A thought flashed in Zong Lihou's heart, and the question that rose up was quickly dissipated by the other party's figure, and the light of the gunfire made the figure as straight as a javelin, with the brightness and sharpness of lightning cracking through the sky, and at that moment, Zong Lihou felt that he had to breathe harder.

This is definitely Zhao Heng!

Zong Lihou has experienced a lot of winds and waves in his life, and he has seen many heroes and heroes, but what impressed him the most was Zhao Heng, who he accidentally bumped into that night, which made him subconsciously think that he had seen a young version of himself, so the impression lingered.

What's going on? What kind of reinforcements is this? How many? How did they get here? How do you get around the vigilant brothers on the periphery? Why hasn't there been a little alarm yet? What do those men eat? Zong Lihou, whose fists were clenched, was furious.

"Whew!"

Then, a gust of cold wind hit his face, making him instantly sober, he took out a mask and put it on, covering his face from being recognized by others, and then grabbed a light machine gun from the box, but quickly threw the machine gun back, pulling the brother-in-law's habits, and the bullets separated.

I can't find a bullet where I find a machine gun, and I can't find a gun where I find a bullet, that is to say, there won't be a bullet at all in this carriage where the guns are stacked, Zong Lihou pulled out the gun in his waist with hatred, jumped out of the carriage at a very fast speed, and brandished the firearm to face Zhao Heng and them:

"Hold on! Resist! ”

Zong Lihou shouted loudly, there was a hysterical taste in the scream, and he jumped around like a kangaroo with madness, and he also yelled at his subordinates to quickly take down Bei Rulai and them, Zhao Heng was menacing, and he might not be able to carry it, and he had to get a little chip.

As his order was issued, the burly Mongolian man quickly divided into two groups, one group continued to besiege Beirulai and them with fierce firepower, and the other group turned around to build a defensive line against Zhao Heng and the others, relying on the vans and stones scattered on the side of the road, not giving Zhao Heng too much chance to hurt them.

The open space was like a frying pan again, and the glass of the car was shattered.

"Ye Qingrou, you lead someone to rescue Bei Rulai!"

Zhao Heng, who rushed in front, slid out of the snow for more than ten meters, dodging two or three bullets that cost his life, and then rushed towards the defense line built by the other party like a rainbow, and on the way forward, he shouted to Ye Qingrou who was not far away, he could see that the other party wanted to take the remaining border army as a hostage.

Ye Qingrou shouted: "Heng Shao, take care!" Immediately, she tilted her head slightly, and led more than a dozen team members to approach in the direction of Beirulai, and pulled away from Zhao Heng and them at a certain distance.

Obviously, they have sacrificed, which makes Ye Qingrou have a strong killing intent, raising her hand to block the enemy in front is a shuttle of bullets, the bullets swept by, making the latter subconsciously lie down, she took the opportunity to advance more than ten meters, and then stepped forward with the border army alternately, and kept shouting to Beirulai:

"North Rulai, resist!"

In order to rescue Bei Rulai and them to the greatest extent, Zhao Heng and the others also charged while attacking, and soon narrowed the distance between the two sides, and Zong Lihou's subordinates also poured bullets, and the two sides made the open space become a rain of bullets, and the cars and snow were thumping, and there were many cruel bullet holes.

The fight was fierce, the bullets were also fierce, and when the distance between the two sides was only eight or nine meters, the guns in their hands were also clean, this distance, it was completely too late to change the magazine, and there was no need to shoot again.

In the next second, dozens of people screamed and charged each other, a distance of several meters in a blink of an eye, they were like two rolling torrents colliding head-on, slapping together with all their might, emitting a huge sound like a torrent of rain and thunder destroying heaven and earth, and the open space after the shootout turned into a sword again.

Zhao Heng also pulled the snow suit on his body, threw away the firearm and flashed the knife to kill the other party, the wind and snow flew wantonly behind him, fluttering, Zong Li wanted to aim at Zhao Heng, but because of the chaos of the scene, he missed the shot, but injured one of his subordinates, he dispersed and took advantage of the chaos to kill Zhao Heng's thoughts, and pulled out the saber:

"Kill them for me!"

In his shouting, two Mongolian men pounced from behind the van, and the sabers in their hands slashed from both sides, Zhao Heng, who had just chopped off one person, didn't have time to think, his body rolled on the ground and rose up, the war knife was like lightning in the dark night, and two lines of blood shot out in an instant.

The bloody breath rose and spread in an instant.

The throats of the two Mongolian men were cut, the blood flowed like a note and lost their vitality, Zhao Heng killed several people in a row with a snap of his fingers, this toughness shocked the big man who rushed behind him slightly, and his footsteps subconsciously stopped, even after Zong Lihou, the corners of his mouth moved, it seemed that he didn't expect Zhao Heng to be far more powerful than the legend.

The remnants of the Mongolian Han roared and rushed towards Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng rushed into the crowd without looking, waving his sword again and again, swishing! The knife flashed, and the first three people suddenly had a pain in their left foot, and they all fell to the ground and wailed, and their left leg and knee were cut and burst out with blood.

Zhao Heng always needs to leave a few alive.

When the enemy behind was surprised and his footsteps stagnated slightly, Zhao Heng had already glided over, like a flying cloud, with an elusive flying soul phantom in the enemy crowd, flying suddenly, floating away, people and swords and light merged into one, like lightning and thunder rolling up a terrifying momentum!

Murderous!

When a big man's face changed drastically, the sharp war knife had already slid against his arm, and the Mongolian big man wanted to carry the knife to resist the attack, but found that the saber did not listen to his call, and looked down to see that his right hand was broken at the wrist, and the pain was unbearable.

Seven or eight Mongolian men saw Zhao Heng so strong, not only stopped the attack, but also retreated back in horror, when they were retreating, Zhao Heng had already come to them, the white sword was pasted like a soul-boosting talisman, and they hurriedly raised their knives to resist.

Only listen to the sound of dangdang, the knife breaks and hurts.

The last remnant of the war knife fell on the shoulder of an enemy, Zhao Heng immediately turned around gorgeously, and kicked the antelope on the opponent's chest with the antelope hanging horns, and when the latter fell out, the war knife in his hand also slashed over the enemy who rushed over to save him, and the knife was bloody, and countless screams sounded.

At this time, four Mongolian men with big shoulders and round waists took the opportunity to approach Zhao Heng, and the sabers in their hands slashed down on the top of his head, just when the blade was about to touch Zhao Heng's head, the machete in Zhao Heng's hand drew an arc, only to see a cold light suddenly flash in the air, and then, when it sounded.

The sound of gold sounded, and the sparks splashed everywhere!

The four Mongolian men hadn't seen what was going on clearly, they only felt that half a cold light flashed in front of them, and the power in their bodies seemed to be sucked dry in an instant, and a faint blood-colored mist rose in front of them, and the four enemies fell down with a brush, and a three-inch-long cut appeared in their necks.

Because the wound was too narrow, the blood spurted up almost three feet, and it did not disperse in the air for a long time, accompanied by a hissing sound, Zhao Heng took the opportunity to rush forward and kill into the enemy, the knife danced like a fly, only to see the cold light flash, and then the blood spurted out, and in a short moment, only Zhao Heng stood in the clearing!

The enemies who fell to the ground and had not yet died moved their bodies and retreated in horror, they subconsciously stayed away from Zhao Heng, who was like the god of war, they were not afraid of blood or death, but they were afraid of the bloodshed that had no chance of victory at all, and the death that had no hope at all, Zhao Heng was the one who made them completely desperate!

When Zhao Heng was standing in the corpses all over the ground, Zong Lihou, who was wearing a hood, also turned out, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Heng, the two of them collided together, and there seemed to be a low sound of swords clashing in the void, and Zong Lihou shouted after confirming the identity of the comer:

"Zhao Heng!"

This low cry was almost squeezed out between the teeth, making a strange sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, showing the hostility full of anger and killing after Zong Lihou, Zhao Heng looked at the guy in front of him with a war knife, and the figure in clothes dancing wildly seemed to pierce the sky, and then, he snorted:

"I'm Zhao Heng, who the are you?"

Without waiting for Zong Lihou to respond, a voice shouted: "He is a Sino-Russian train robber!" Bei Rulai, who was rescued by Ye Qingrou, approached the middle ground with the support of two border soldiers, endured the pain and shouted: "He also knows that tomorrow night is a trap, and he has a great friendship with Lao Maozi." ”

Zhao Heng tilted his head and looked at Zong Li, and raised the battle knife in his hand forward: "Boy, it's a bit of a cow, he robbed for four days and four nights and was still at large for twenty years, he is indeed a not simple character, but why is he wearing a hood now?" Afraid of the cold, or afraid of seeing people arrested? ”

"What? Afraid of death? ”

"Afraid of death? Lao Tzu has never been afraid of death! ”

After Zong Lihou heard Zhao Heng's banter about him, his mouth was full of bitterness and deep hatred, anger, and a complicated expression that couldn't be suppressed: "However, if you want to see my true face, it also depends on whether you have the ability, Zhao Heng, let me see your ability!" ”

Zhao Heng sneered noncommittally, raised his knife and looked at Zong Lihou: "See what I can do?" Are you worthy? The humiliation of this sentence made Zong Lihou's eyes instantly show a touch of anger, and without saying a word, he rushed towards Zhao Heng, and the saber drew a gorgeous arc towards Zhao Heng.

Murderous intent!

Zhao Heng waved his hand to stop Ye Qingrou from shooting, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward, the battle knife in his hand was not fancy, and he simply and directly slashed out, when! The blade hit the opponent's saber, only to hear a crisp sound, the saber broke into two, Zong Lihou's face changed drastically, and he burst back with all his strength.

It's just that although he retreated fast enough, there was still an extra scar on his waist, dripping with blood, the tip of Zhao Heng's knife cut a bloody wound on his waist, Zong Lihou looked at the broken knife in his hand, and then looked at Zhao Heng who was calm, the corners of his mouth moved and pulled out a knife, and he refused to admit defeat: "Come again!" ”

"Playing with me at this level?"

A touch of disdain appeared on Zhao Heng's face, his fingers wiped the blood on the tip of the knife, and his words swept over a touch of ridicule, and when Zong Lihou's eyes were cold and he clenched the saber, suddenly the entire road surface began to shake, as if it was an earthquake, Zhao Heng and the others subconsciously took two steps back.

Suddenly, a stone rolled down from the mountain, making a loud "boom", Zhao Heng's body subconsciously shook, and an instinctive intuition for danger spread throughout his body like an electric current, making the hairs all over his body explode, and he shouted to everyone:

"Retreat!"

Just when Ye Qingrou and their conditioned reflexes retreated to the side of the road, Zhao Heng also withdrew his gaze from Zong Lihou's body and retreated, "Boom! A ball of fire flashed from the distant sky, as fast as a meteor, and at this time, Zhao Heng instantly shrunk his pupils into a dangerous needle-like shape, and shouted at everyone:

"Get down!"

Because Zhao Heng heard what this thing was, it was a slight sound made when it flew through the air in the air, but it was too late, when he and Zong Li had just fallen to the side of the road, the cannonball slammed into the injured Mongolian man, and it exploded with an earth-shattering explosion!

Flesh and blood flying, corpses and bones are gone, there are countless snowflakes and stones flying, seven or eight Mongolian men lost their vitality on the spot, and more than ten border soldiers were overturned by shells, at least three fell in a pool of blood, I don't know whether they are dead or alive, Bei Rulai was also thrown out more than ten meters by the air wave again.

Ye Qingrou, who was a little far away, stood there with an automatic rifle, looking at the more than a dozen border soldiers who were injured and killed, as well as the Mongolian men who were wiped out by the whole army, he was stunned, and after Zong Li, he was also shocked, not knowing where this cannonball that fell from the sky flew from.

"Be careful!!"

Another flame came from the sky, Zhao Heng shouted hoarsely when he saw this, and rolled towards the snow with Ye Qingrou in his arms, just tumbling on the way but was knocked out by the air wave generated by the explosion, and the dirt and fragments on the ground splashed in the air.

Everyone immediately subconsciously lay down, Zong Lihou and Zhao Heng didn't care about the hostility, they covered their heads tightly with their hands, and after the explosion passed, Ye Qingrou came to her senses, raised her head and shouted loudly: "It's a tank gun!" The Russians' tank guns! ”

Zhao Heng decisively ordered: "Withdraw!" ”

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