Fat B almost subconsciously grabbed the submachine gun next to him and turned around as fast as he could.

However, at this moment, Fat B had just turned around, and before his finger hit the trigger, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

Fat B was taken aback and was about to shoot, but the swift black shadow pressed him heavily to the ground, and the submachine gun was thrown aside.

Not good! Enemy attack!

Fat B reacted immediately, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, he opened his mouth wide, and was about to shout loudly, wanting to remind Qin Jun and the others not far away, but a pair of big hands had already choked his neck. Not only that, but there was also a pair of heavy legs as steel that pressed Fat B's legs so hard that he couldn't pull out the pistol and dagger strapped to his thigh.

At this time, Fat B saw clearly that it was a heavily armed Russian soldier who was pressing on him.

In the days when Fat B was in the Crazy Sword Brigade, the standard military uniforms of various countries and branches of the military were one of his compulsory courses. So, he was very sure that this man was a Russian soldier. Because the other party is wearing a standard combat uniform of the Russian Army.

Woo woo -

Fat B tried to make a sound with his throat, but the huge force from the other party's wrist made it impossible for him to even breathe, let alone make a sound.

Poof!

There was a sudden muffled sound not far from Fat B's side, he tried to twist his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that No. 2 was already lying on his back on the snow, with a cold and shining military dagger stuck in his neck, and the steaming blood was slowly oozing out from the knife, his body trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell more and more weakly.

Number 2!

Fat B's heart shrank violently, and he hurriedly grabbed the wrist stuck in his neck with his hand, trying to pull his hands away. But the body that lost its oxygen supply began to weaken, and its vision gradually began to blur.

"I'm grass—"

No. 3 not far away scolded angrily, gritted his teeth and raised the submachine gun to shoot, but a knotted rope flew in mid-air and was accurately put on No. 3's neck.

Baste!

Before No. 3 could finish his sentence, the rope straightened instantly. Under a strong pull, No. 3 was pulled out of the way, fell on the snow, and was dragged a few meters away, before a Russian soldier on the other end of the rope unceremoniously kicked him in the temple. Number 3 was instantly kicked and knocked unconscious.

Yards! There are so many Russian servicemen, I have to remind the boss of them!

The air in his lungs became less and less, and Fat B gradually felt a wave of suffocation and dizziness coming over him, not to mention a warning!

Fat B almost forgot the pain in his chest, and he desperately mustered up all his strength, trying to break free from the control of the soldier on his body, but was hit hard by two old punches from the other party on his face.

The warm liquid with the smell of fish stained Fat B's face, and Fat B knew that his face must be covered in blood now, but he couldn't be a bad seed like before, so he puffed out his eyes and stared at the other party's face.

Yards! Even if you die, Lao Tzu Fat B will remember what you look like, turn into a ghost and come to you again to take revenge.

Squeak! Squeak!

In the haze, Fat B saw a Russian soldier wearing heavy cowhide military boots walking to No. 2's side, quietly squatted down, touched No. 2's pulse, and sneered twice.

Then, the soldier reached out and grabbed the dagger around No. 2's neck, and at this time, No. 2's body was still trembling, although a lot of blood had been shed, but there was still a trace of breath.

Poof!

The sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh came into Fat B's ears, and his heart was suddenly pinched fiercely.

When Fat B tried to see the situation on Fat B's side again, he was shocked to find that No. 2 only had a headless corpse with a bloody neck left, and the severed head was turned on Fat B's side after rolling around in the snow, and his eyes were closed forever.

Seeing this scene, it was like a heavy hammer hitting Fat B's heart, and he was so stunned that he even forgot to struggle.

During the time of Crazy Sword, Fat B knew almost every person of Crazy Sword. Although he had no formal organization, all the berserkers treated him as if he were his own brother. No. 2, who was joking with himself just now, was brutally cut off in front of him

Even if Fang was shot and his ribs were broken, even if he was attacked by someone and choked his neck and was about to die, Fat B did not shed a single tear.

But at this time, two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down the corners of Fat B's eyes, and No. 2 died.

Fat B felt as if a piece of his heart had been cut off, the pain, heartbreaking, and with monstrous hatred

Ahh

Although the throat was choked, a roar full of hatred sounded in the bottom of Fat B's heart. Fat B used his last strength and began to struggle desperately.

No! I can't die, I have to inform Brother Jun, I want to avenge No. 2!

Fat B suddenly opened his big eyes, which had become blood-red from extreme anger, and screamed like crazy in his heart.

"Haha! Not convinced? There was a cold voice around him, broken English, and a hoarse voice that seemed particularly cold and ruthless, and Fat B could distinguish that it was the Russian soldier who had cut off the head of No. 2 just now.

"Hmm! A herd of Asian yellow pigs! I don't care where you guys come from, I just know, soon, you're just like him, no! It should be that all of you will be like him! I'm going to cut off all of your heads and hang them in this woods where you shouldn't be treading in them. Damn terrorists, this is the price of violating our country, Peter, cut off his head for me! ”

Whew-poof!

As soon as the words fell, a dagger stained with No. 2 blood was plunged straight into the snow next to Fat B's head.

“OK！” The Russian soldier who was pressing on Fat B's body pulled out the dagger on the snow with one free hand, shook the bright blade in front of Fat B, and then stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on the blade, and a pair of gloomy blue eyes flashed with excitement and bloodthirstiness.

Could it be that Lao Tzu Fat B died like this? No! Never!

Filled with grief and anger, Fat B's body began to shake uncontrollably for some reason. At the rib cage that had been injured before, there was a sudden cool feeling, and the pain of breaking the bone seemed to disappear completely. Not only that, Fat B felt that the limbs that were originally exhausted due to lack of oxygen slowly began to regain their strength.

Is this the return to the light before people are often said to be dying?

Fat B's heart jumped?

At this time, he didn't allow Fat B to think about it, because a blood-stained dagger had already reached his throat.

With a slight stab and a hard pull, the sharp dagger will instantly cut his neck!