There is my invincible, majestic slogan.

It's easy to shout out, and you have to go through a thousand trials on the battlefield to make it, the first time you kill someone, whether it's an ordinary person or an excellent soldier, how can you do it easily, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles, maybe only a long-tested pervert like Yang Chen, who thinks that his hands are covered with blood, and he should go to the eighteenth layer of hell after he dies.

The sniper No. 11 of Group C Wang Nan, who was hiding on the branch of the ancient tree and overlooking the camp of the mountain nest, looked solemn, as if facing a great enemy, the slender barrel of the Type 88 semi-automatic sniper rifle shifted little by little, and the crosshair in the scope moved one after another rough and vicious faces, and the captain Yang Chen said, if the poachers shoot first, Wang Nan does not have to wait for the order, shoot immediately, and explode two brain melon seeds to take the lead to demonstrate deterrence.

It's so easy to say that you can explode two brain melon seeds.

Wang Nan leaned against the trunk of the big tree, stepped on the branches, held the gun in half a squat, and the palm of his hand gradually oozing sweat, he could hit the red heart of the target at a distance of 200 meters in a car at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour, and at the same distance of 200 meters, he could also shoot a bullet into the fixed scope barrel, and at a distance of 50 meters, he could tear a thin playing card from the side with the pistol in his hand, and the bullet was not missing.

However, for the first time in his life, how could he not be nervous, a soldier is by no means a natural killing machine.

Bang!

The gunfire was dull, startling a crowd of birds.

Zhao Sancai gritted his teeth and fired the first shot, not giving Yang Chen a chance to get close to speaking, in case he was disturbed by the "military heart" in a few words, Zhao Boss took the lead, and the others subconsciously looked for a place to hide, and shot indiscriminately, Yang Chen, Zhao Yang, and Wu Fei's assault team quickly hid behind the big tree, and where they had previously landed, dead branches and leaves flew, and bullets splashed dust.

"Sniper, what are you waiting for? Shoot! Yang Chen held down the miniature headset and roared, the twelve people in Group C all heard this roar that almost hated iron but not steel, the sniper step in Wang Nan's hand was still silent, and Yang Chen, who was leaning against the big tree, punched the trunk fiercely and scolded the seeds.

Fortunately, it is training, and fortunately, it is encountered by a rabble, otherwise, if you hesitate for a second or two, you are likely to harm others and yourself, and kill your comrades.

Yang Chen scolded, the Type 88 sniper rifle finally fired, but there was no direct headshot, the bullet pierced through the shoulder of a big man, and the spiral **** bullet drilled out of the big man's shoulder while tearing off a piece of muscle the size of a palm, and the rotten flesh and torn clothes exploded, splashing in all directions.

This is the terrifying effect of barrel rifling.

In film and television dramas, the sniper rifle penetrated the human body and left only two tiny bullet holes, which can only reflect the ignorance of the director and the ignorance of the screenwriter.

The bloody scene did not satisfy Yang Chen, and the guy who experienced the bloody rain scolded again, and Wang Nan on the branch was scolded with a red face, and even couldn't help but want to refute: You don't have back pain when you stand and talk, you have the ability to die a few, show everyone, let everyone learn and learn.

"Everyone in Group C listen, today all this gang of gangsters will be annihilated, leaving no one alive, except for snipers, no one else is allowed to use guns, all use knives and hands, who can't do it, where did it come from, go back! The Tiger Battalion doesn't need buckets, waste, and seeds! After Yang Chen finished roaring, he raised his arm and pulled out the long knife behind his back.

The long knives made of special steel glow in the cold light of the setting sun.

"Eyes wide!" Yang Chen jumped out from behind the tree, not moving, moving like a cunning rabbit, running in a strange way, the speed of a group of rabble turning the muzzle of the gun was not even comparable to the speed of his movement, countless bullets were like a cutting line that could be half a step behind him, and the artemisia grass with dry leaves and branches was cut hard, which was shocking.

The members of Group C hidden in the jungle watched silently, from initial suspicion to surprise.

On the edge of the poacher's camp, two men with shotguns, seeing Yang Chen's silent ghost approaching, hurriedly pulled the trigger, a distance of more than ten meters, the best lethal range of the shotgun, countless lead pellets intertwined with a net of harvesting human lives, judging by the eyes of ordinary people, Ye Zhengrong's vitality is slim.

However, Yang Chen was not an ordinary person, the muzzles of the two big men pointed at him, and the moment before he pulled the trigger, he rushed forward wildly, and suddenly nailed to the ground as if violating the principle of inertia, and in the tenths of a second when the triggers of the two shotguns fell, his nailed body shot strangely three or four meters horizontally.

In the eyes of the rest of Group C, Yang Chen's movement trajectory is like a beautiful right angle, perfect and amazing, and there is almost no stagnation.

The two big men shot out the rifled bullets, and pulled the gun with an eager look of hating their parents for having a few hands, this knot, as if Yang Chen, who was descending from the mountain, had appeared in front of them, and the war knife in his hand swept, and the two men were shocked and tried their best to run backwards, but unfortunately the movement was slow.

The cold edge flashed in a flash.

The moment the two burly bodies rose into the air, they became four.

The sword is traceless, the blood stains the sky, Yang Chen's footsteps do not stop, killing the next target, his resolute face is like his heart, cold and ruthless, the scarlet blood splashed behind him and the broken body that fell into the dust seems to have nothing to do with him, and the man who is trapped in the wind and snow and the moon also knows how to be gentle and romantic, and when he enters the killing field, he is an out-and-out predator.

"The bitches of Group C, why are you stunned, killing people!"

Yang Chen roared and jumped up, holding the knife with both hands and slashing down, extremely domineering, Zhao Sancai, who hurriedly turned around, was shocked, he could hold up AK47, and struggled to block, he would have a few tricks of country style and some brute force, Zhao Sancai thought that no matter how bad he was, he would not lose his life in one move.

But when the pure steel gun body collided with the blade, Zhao Sancai's heart sank violently, and the roar in his heart was over!

Zhao Sancai was indeed finished, it was not only the heart that sank, but also the steel gun that was held up, and the dying struggle could not stop the knife in Yang Chen's hand, and the blade of the knife that was five and a half centimeters wide completely submerged into Zhao Sancai's neck, and almost at the same time, Yang Chen landed, turned around, and drew the knife.

The movements in one go are crisp and neat, and they are creepy.

What a big head rose to the sky, Zhao Sancai, who liked Xiang Yu, a tragic historical figure, only one thought flashed in his mind before he died, and the rebirth of the overlord of Chu was nothing more than that!

Zhao Sancai's head is different, a group of reckless men are dumbfounded, and their education level is generally low, they have turned over the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and read "Water Margin", and most of them pondered whether the novel script portrayed the fierce men who took the head of the generals in the millions of troops was true or false, and now they saw the fierce and vicious Yang Chen, and they no longer dared to doubt it.

The dragons have no leader, and the living are left with only the thought of fleeing for their lives. At the same time, everyone in Group C was aroused by Yang Chen's blood, screaming, waving knives and killing the camp, a good man who is always preparing for the coming of the war, how can he do it without killing, several poachers who want to put cold guns are shot in the head by sniper Wang Nan.

The iron men in the army who were selected into the Tiger Battalion were really moved to kill, and it was easier to encircle and annihilate a group of poachers than to chop melons and vegetables, and all fourteen people were killed in seconds.

A man's growth and maturity requires setbacks.

A qualified warrior needs a baptism of passion and blood.

After the blood-red sunset fell into the mountain, the old forest in the deep mountains was shrouded in a layer of haze, the colder it became, and the camp filled with the smell of blood, Yang Chen ignored the stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and stared indifferently at the twelve people in Group C, for a long time, nodded slightly, today these twelve people took the first step to become the warriors of the Republic, bloody? Cruel?

Yang Chen didn't think so.

Killing the damned is also playing with the mercy of a woman, and when they go to war or carry out a mission, there is only one way to die, because no one will be merciful to them.

The twelve people stared at Yang Chen, who was immovable, their expressions and eyes were not as full of doubts as before, they admired the strong, respected the strong, and no longer doubted whether the young captain in front of them had killed someone, the answer had already been given to the scene just now, a young man in his twenties could lead them, relying on strength!

"Captain, do you need to bury them?"

Zhao Yang looked around at the messy camp, feeling unbearable, Yang Chen shook his head slowly, and said ruthlessly: "No need, one night, the beasts in the mountains will clean up this place, and there will be no bones left." ”