"Wang Yan, let someone send this lady down, he is about to fight in close quarters, he is tantamount to looking for death here, and we will have no one to take care of him at that time." Lang Xingtian looked at the woman who claimed to be a campus reporter at Jingcheng University. Her name is Ren Linlin, and the information is written clearly, and Lang Xingtian also remembers it clearly.

Ren Linlin is not a stubborn and stubborn person, and she is about to fight in close quarters at present, and her staying will only increase the trouble.

Wang Yan understood what Xingtian meant: "I want the seriously injured to escort this woman down, because in the face of hand-to-hand combat, these wounded will not play any role at all, and can only die in vain." ”

On the battlefield, you must unconditionally carry out the commander's orders, so the two soldiers who were extremely seriously injured reluctantly escorted Ren Linlin out of the position.

"This group of people has strong firepower, they should be special forces in Huaxia, but they can't stand the fact that there are many of us, the sound of their guns has been sparse a lot, it seems that there is almost no ammunition, as long as they kill them, my eldest brother's revenge will be avenged a little, and I will slowly settle the rest with them." In the rear of the enemy, Kun Meng, the commander of the drug lord mercenary, watched the battle scene with a telescope, and his face revealed a fiery and excited look.

There were also several heavily armed warriors with guns guarding him, apparently to protect him.

"As long as we kill them, we can declare to the world that our holy war is invincible!" The terrorist leader had a crazy and excited look on his face, and several jihadist fighters behind him flashed with endless crazy desire to kill.

It seems that these two people are not all the way, but cooperate with each other in order to jointly deal with the Chinese soldiers. One wants to avenge his brother, and the other launches a terrorist attack in the name of jihad.

Seeing that the enemy began to pour over in a steady stream, Lang Xingtian and the others tightly held the cold weapon in their hands, and just waited for the enemy to approach and kill immediately.

There didn't seem to be a trace of emotion in the eyes of Lang Xingtian and the others, some were just cold killing intent, and some were just bloodthirsty madness.

The three-edged military thorn in Lang Xingtian's hand was held tightly, and under the illumination of the flares, it glowed with a cold light.

Lang Xingtian looked at a group of armed bandits not far in front of him, his eyes showed a cold and murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a sneer: "Hand-to-hand combat, I am the best at it, in the rain of bullets, Lao Tzu may be killed by bullets, cannonballs, but hand-to-hand combat, I have confidence in myself, maybe I can live."

"Although it's not as perverted as you, it's still okay to pull a few people on your back." Liu Zong said with a smile.

"We, too, even if we die, we have to pull a few cushions." Less than half of the remaining warriors also said loudly.

"In fact, when it comes to killing, we Chinese soldiers are their ancestors, let them taste our killing techniques." Lang Xingtian stabbed the three-edged army in his hand and kept playing with it, so fast that even the nearest few people couldn't see clearly.

Lang Xingtian took out the last box of cigarettes, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and divided the rest of the cigarettes in the box.

Wang Yan took a hard breath, and there was a hint of discoloration in his eyes: "Good cigarettes, it is worth it to smoke such a good cigarette before you die." ”

"Like it? Then you have to fight hard, if you get out alive, I'll send you a few. Lang Xingtian laughed.

"For the sake of these cigarettes, I must kill them and try to live." Wang Yan nodded with a serious expression.

Looking at the armed bandits who began to slowly gather over, Lang Xingtian flashed a trace of contempt: "Why did you come so slowly." All of them are cowards. ”

"I guess we are scared of being killed, and we are tempting?" Han Cheng spit out a puff of his cigarette and said disdainfully.

Lang Xingtian took a puff of cigarette and leaned comfortably on the earthen wall, "How many people have you killed?" I'm talking about melee kills, the kind that kills enemies with bare hands. ”

"I don't remember, there are probably a dozen." Wang Yan recalled and said.

"I'm about four or five, a little less." Liu Zong thought for a moment and said.

"Is that less? I don't have any. Han Cheng said embarrassedly, and the rest of the soldiers also looked embarrassed.

"The battlefield is cruel, hand-to-hand combat is not better than killing with a gun, facing blood at close range, the eyes of the enemy's fear of death, it is definitely a kind of torture of your mental quality and nerves. So you rookies, pay attention to me when the time comes, even if you are spilled with the blood of the enemy on your face and the flesh and blood sticking to your body, you must overcome the fear in your heart, and don't vomit, otherwise you can be killed by the other party at any time. As long as you have experienced hand-to-hand combat, you will transform into a qualified soldier, and you will no longer be a rookie. Lang Xingtian admonished with a serious face.

"Brother Lang, how many people have you killed?" A member of the Dragon Tooth Special Combat Team asked curiously, and all of them also looked at Lang Xingtian with curiosity.

Lang Xingtian seemed to fall into the memory, and finally sighed gloomily: "There are too many people killed, I can't remember clearly, and I haven't counted them." ”

A hint of clarity flashed in everyone's eyes, once the murderous aura on Lang Xingtian's body was exuded, it was too amazing, and he couldn't cultivate this kind of murderous aura without killing countless people.

"For the sake of the country and the nation, what if your hands are covered with blood? Let's fight. Lang Xingtian looked at the armed bandits who were already approaching, and his body was full of murderous energy.

Then Lang Xingtian sneered, and with a wave of his arm, the three-edged army stabbed out, rushing towards the enemy, as fast as lightning, incomparable.

Lang Xingtian rushed into the enemy group in an instant, and the weapon in his hand, the three-edged military thorn, like a black lightning, quickly and strangely stabbed into the throat of an armed bandit, followed by a kick in the chest of another armed bandit, and the bandit's whole person suddenly flew out like a cannonball. Then Lang Xingtian turned around and pulled out the three-edged military thorn, turned around and stabbed into the chest of another armed bandit. After quickly pulling out the military thorn, blood splashed Lang Xingtian's body.

In the blink of an eye, Lang Xingtian killed three people in a row, which greatly boosted morale, and Wang Yan and the others were shocked, and at the same time, they also grabbed the saber in their hands and rushed forward.

In this tragic hand-to-hand combat, every fighter gave full play to his speed and killing skills, screams kept ringing out, and blood continued to burst out and dance.

Lang Xingtian and the others used the weapons in their hands to plunge into the enemy's heart and slash through the enemy's neck. The army's nirvana has been displayed again and again, and it has been brought to the peak.

The battle was very fierce, the swords were bloody, the fists were to the flesh, the screams filled the entire battlefield, the armed bandits kept some falling, and the Chinese soldiers also fell.

Not far from the battlefield, a woman held a mobile phone in her hand, covering her mouth while shooting, and tears could not help but remain.

This woman is Ren Linlin, and everyone is worried about the battle ahead, so they didn't find that Jin Linlin had secretly approached the place of the battle and filmed this tragic battle with her mobile phone.

Whenever she saw a Chinese soldier fall to the ground, Ren Linlin would cover her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.

There were only a dozen people in Lang Xingtian and the others, and there were so many armed bandits that one person had to face the encirclement and suppression of dozens of people.

The battle was very cruel and fierce, and in just a few minutes, four or five Chinese soldiers had died, and those who survived were more or less with terrifying scars.

"Haha." Lang Xingtian laughed loudly, although there was not much blood on the Triangular Army Thorn, but the armed bandits who died under the Triangular Army Thorn could not be counted.

Lang Xingtian wielded the Triangular Thorn and kept fighting, and many corpses fell around, and no one dared to approach this terrifying killing god with a dark Triangular Thorn.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous. The Triangular Army Thorn became supernatural in Lang Xingtian's hands, like a poisonous snake. Every time you show your fangs, you take a life.

The armed bandits could even feel that Lang Xingtian was the god of death, but when did the scythe of the god of death become a three-edged military thorn? He also continued to harvest every life that came close to him.

Seeing that Liu Zong was besieged by several armed bandits, and the danger was everywhere, Lang Xingtian rushed over and killed a few people in an instant, helping Liu Zong resolve the crisis.

"Are you alright?" Lang Xingtian asked.

"If you can't die, Lao Tzu can still kill a few." Liu Zong gasped and said fiercely with bared teeth.

Liu Zong had a huge knife wound on his back, and there were also many small wounds on his body, which should have been caused by a sharp blade.