Seeing that Lang Xingtian was simply safe and sound, Liu Zong was a little envious, jealous and hateful, and said, "Your kid is so lucky, he didn't suffer many injuries." ”

", it's not luck, it's relying on strength, strength, understand?" Lang Xingtian easily killed an armed bandit, pretending to be forced.

"You two are really idle, you are about to die, and you are still in the mood to chat in this situation?" Wang Yan, who was not far away, said helplessly.

"Damn, it's all death, of course I'm going to be happy to die." Liu Zong kicked an enemy away and said with a laugh.

"Damn, you want to die, you die, I'm still young, I don't even have a wife and children, I want to live." After Lang Xingtian finished speaking, the Triangular Army stabbed another life.

Wang Yan also had a lot of injuries on his body, feeling that his arms were gradually losing strength, the saber in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and the speed of swinging was getting slower and slower, and he almost failed to block the enemy's attack several times.

Seeing that Lang Xingtian and the others were all injured and their strength dropped sharply, the armed bandits saw the opportunity and rushed up like crazy, they wanted to kill Lang Xingtian and the others in one go.

The killings are becoming more intense and the forms are becoming more and more critical.

Lang Xingtian's back was slashed by an armed bandit with good strength, but the other party was even more miserable, and was directly pierced through the back of the head by Lang Xingtian's three-edged army from the mouth and hung up on the spot.

"Ahh Lang Xingtian roared, and the three-edged army stab instantly pierced a person's chest, and the blood kept churning and spraying, sprinkling on Lang Xingtian's face and body.

Lang Xingtian mechanically waved the military thorn in his hand, constantly harvesting human lives, watching the armed bandits fall one by one, Lang Xingtian's arms and heart became numb, only the temperature of the enemy's blood made Lang Xingtian feel that he was still alive.

Now all the warriors are exhausted, and their bodies are mechanically brandishing knives and fists, constantly attacking every enemy in front of them. Fighting has become instinctive, and the enemy is constantly surrounding, and even the most powerful soldiers will feel hopeless in the face of countless enemies.

"Come on, even if Lao Tzu is dead, I will pull you on my back." Lang Xingtian raised his head to the sky and roared, and suddenly burst out with unparalleled strength, clenched the military thorn, and once again broke into the interior of the armed bandits.

The three-edged army thorn kept waving, with Lang Xingtian's body and pace, constantly devouring the lives of the surrounding enemies, all the people who were killed, there was only one fatal injury, not the head, or the chest, or the throat, anyway, there was no one who could survive being hit by Lang Xingtian's three-edged army thorn, all of them were killed with one blow.

The blood of the enemy was mixed with the blood that Lang Xingtian himself was wounded and shed, and it had soaked through Lang Xingtian's military uniform, and red blood was constantly dripping from some parts of the uniform.

Watching Lang Xingtian like the demon king of hell, killing mercilessly and reaping life mercilessly. The rest of the armed bandits were terrified and did not dare to approach Lang Xingtian. But instead of approaching Lang Xingtian, Lang Xingtian went to look for them, because now killing has become his instinct, and he only knows how to destroy all the enemies around him.

The armed bandits were frightened by Lang Xingtian's madness and were not afraid of death, and they retreated one after another, and one of the armed bandits could not withstand Lang Xingtian's crazy killing, so he retreated, and there was a retreat, just like a domino effect, and the remaining armed bandits retreated one after another.

Lang Xingtian and the others took this opportunity to rush and kill for a while, leaving behind the corpses of several armed bandits.

"Everyone, stop chasing, hurry up and collect the enemy's weapons and ammunition and rearrange the defensive line." Lang Xingtian waved his hand and ordered everyone to evacuate.

But because he was too excited, excited, and moved too much, he pulled countless wounds on his body, and his big mouth was open and he kept inhaling cold air to relieve his pain. Lang Xingtian's injuries were also very serious, the clothes on his body were dyed blood-red, and there was no intact place for the new injuries and the old ones.

"Wang Yan, how many people do we still have to fight." Returning to the defensive line, Lang Xingtiankai asked with a pant.

"Six comrades-in-arms were killed in the battle just now, and now we can fight with only six or seven people." Wang Yan looked gloomy and said with a sad face.

Wang Yan's injuries were not much better, in fact, if it weren't for Lang Xingtian rushing in front and attracting most of the enemies, they might have been more seriously injured.

"Now is not the time to grieve, they fought for the country and the nation, died well, and dragged so many enemies to be buried with them, they are also worth it, dead heroes. We hurriedly set up the defensive line, the enemy retreated only for temporary fear, and they will soon continue to fight. Lang Xingtian knew that now was not the time to be sad, and there were still many enemies on the other side.

"Regiment leader, I'm sorry, those Chinese soldiers are too terrifying, an armed bandit said to Kun Meng with a guilty face.

"I've seen it all, I didn't expect these Chinese soldiers to be so tenacious, and they can still repel your attack when they run out of ammunition and food." Kun Meng's face was shocked.

"But that's not a reason for you to retreat." Kun Meng stared at the person in front of him with murderous eyes.

"I'm sorry, regiment commander, please give me a chance, I will definitely lead people to eliminate all the Chinese soldiers." Armed bandits pleaded loudly.

"It's late." After Kun Meng finished speaking, he pulled out his pistol, and a gunshot rang out, and the person in front of him was killed by him.

"Regiment Commander, these Chinese soldiers are too tenacious, what should we do?" A big man beside Kun Meng asked.

"What else can I do? I must avenge my eldest brother, all the funds of our mercenaries are provided by the eldest brother, and now the eldest brother was killed by the Chinese soldiers, we must avenge the eldest brother, and besides, we have so many brothers who died in this place today, this feud is even deeper, even if we retreat, the Chinese soldiers will not let us go afterwards. So take advantage of this opportunity to destroy them. Kun Meng had a fierce face on his face, and he vowed not to give up until Lang Xingtian and them were eliminated.

Kun Sha is also a hero, sending his younger brother to Africa to secretly form drug lord mercenaries, and giving a large amount of money every year for training and recruitment. In case you are in danger, you can save yourself.

But what Kun Gang didn't expect was that Miao Zhan led the border armed police, under the intelligence of Lang Xingtian, to quickly eliminate Kun Gang with lightning speed, and there was no way for Kun Gang to escape and ask for help.

When Kun Meng got his brother Kun Gang to be exterminated by the Chinese government, and Kun Gang also committed suicide. It turned out that Kun Gang knew that it was not enough to die ten times for his crimes, and he fell into the hands of the Huaxia police, so he didn't expect it at all, so he committed suicide straightforwardly, and he was also a ruthless person.

After his brother's death, Kun Meng planned this operation, the purpose of which was to lure out the border armed police and want to avenge his brother. But he felt that his strength didn't seem to be enough, so he joined forces with terrorists to snipe at the soldiers in China.

"Bring four gunships this time, one has been destroyed by the other side, now send me all two of them, destroy the opponent's defenses with powerful firepower, and kill them all." A powerful murderous aura erupted from Kun Meng's body.

As for the terrorists, the terrorist leader Amati was scolding loudly: "You are cowards, you are not worthy to be believers of Allah, true servants, jihad requires fearless warriors, cowards are not worthy of being called warriors of jihad." ”

"Allah is watching you from above, and Allah needs to see you take up arms to destroy the enemies on the other side, and if you kill them, we can declare to the world that our holy war is invincible!" Then the strategic purpose of this time has greatly exceeded expectations. The terrorist leader, Amat, had a fiery and excited look on his face.

Several remnants of the terrorists were defeated, and after listening to Amat's bewitchment, they suddenly became like chicken blood, and their spirits became invigorated, and they looked crazy and not afraid of death.

If Lang Xingtian saw it, he couldn't help but sigh: "The power of faith and spirit is really invincible." ”

The enemy organized an attack again, this time Amat asked all the fighters to join the attack, and Kun Meng even dispatched his ultimate killer helicopter gunship, vowing to kill the group of terrifying Chinese soldiers in front of him.