Wan Lin grabbed the branches from the canopy of the tree like a monkey and swung forward, until he stopped at the edge of the forest, hid on a thick branch, and looked out through the gap in the branches and leaves in front of him.

The trees at the edge of the forest were emitting black smoke from the violent explosion, and the forest was full of burning branches and broken tree trunks, and clouds of black smoke and dust shrouded the scattered rocks on the shore, and the bullets of the rainstorm "crackled" on the trunks of the trees.

Lying in the midst of the rubble lay warriors with scimitars, each of them clinging to the ground, their feet firmly pressed between the stones. The old patriarch lay between the two bodyguards and the three Abu brothers, holding a glittering scimitar in his hand, and the huge leopard lying behind a boulder next to him lay with fluorescent light in his eyes.

Wan Lin understood, the old patriarch had realized that his scimitar warrior could not compete with the modern weapons in the opponent's hands from a long distance, and he was going to fight the enemy desperately in close combat, which was the advantage of the scimitar warrior.

A whistling rain of bullets slammed into the rocks near the top of the scimitar warrior's head, and large swaths of rubble and red-hot bullets flew over the scimitar warrior's body, and a fallen scimitar warrior fell to the rubble.

More than a hundred scimitar warriors lay silently on the ground, their eyes shining unusually bright in the darkness, like cheetahs ready to attack at any moment.

Wan Lin was shocked to see the corpses scattered on the riverbank and rocky beach, but he didn't expect the casualties of the scimitar warriors to be so large. They didn't even know the slightest tactical evasion when the opponent's heavy fire was covering, so they caused so many casualties.

But he saw that the soldiers who were waiting to attack nodded lightly, if they had already adopted this strategy of avoiding their edge, they would never have caused such a big casualty! Of the more than 300 scimitar fighters on the battlefield, there are still more than 100 who still hold scimitars, and nearly half of them are killed or wounded.

Wan Lin raised his binoculars again and observed the opposite hillside, where the enemy was frantically rushing from the hillside to the riverbank, with a total of three or four hundred. Hundreds of armed men with guns were already scattered on the opposite riverbank, and the muzzles of their guns were spewing flames from their chests.

There were still a dozen light and heavy machine gun fire points on the hillside, covering their own people who had already rushed to the riverbank, and a group of people were rushing towards the newly built wooden and soft rope bridges.

"Leopard Head, do you want to attack?" Wan Lin's earphones heard Hong Tao's voice, "Wait, wait for the other party to rush over and fight with the scimitar warrior in hand-to-hand combat." Order, all team members enter the combat position, snipers, machine gunners, and demomen lock the position of the hillside fire point, ready to fight at any time! Wan Lin calmly gave the order.

Now that the opponent's rockets and grenades had stopped firing, and the thick trunk and canopy were enough to protect the operatives, Wan Lin ordered the team to enter the woods near the river bank and be ready to fight at any time.

The other party had already rushed over from the small bridge scattered on the river, and more people behind were quickly crossing the bridge deck, and the people who rushed through immediately scattered on the side of the two small bridges and fired wildly at the rocky beach and the woods, covering the companions who rushed after.

The torrential rain of bullets burrowed into the corpses of more than 100 scimitar warriors on the rocky beach, making a terrifying "poof" sound, and the pieces of flesh and blood that had been knocked out by the blazing bullets flew all over the sky and landed on the heads and faces of the scimitar warriors behind the rocks.

The trunks of the trees in the forest were also struck by bullets flying from the opposite side, and the wood flew and sparks flew everywhere. The smell of gunsmoke and blood wafted through the entire battlefield, like hell on earth.

At this time, the old patriarch's eyes were already red, and the rocky beach was covered with the corpses of his clansmen, and his body and face had been stained red with splashed blood, which was the blood of the surrounding warriors.

His eyes were full of red bloodshots, and Ah Hu and Ah Leopard around him pressed tightly against his body to jump up, and behind him lay two clan elders and the three Abu brothers, several of whom were closely guarding the soul of this tribe.

The scimitar warrior hidden behind the stone still crouched quietly behind the stone pile, no one wiped the flesh and blood of his companions splashed on his face, and everyone's eyes flashed with a blue faint light, like a fierce beast hunting, quietly waiting for the approach of the prey, in the rain of bullets and bullets, it fully showed the hunter's calm and ferocity as a virgin and as a cunning rabbit.

The two dozen or so enemies who were the first to rush across the bridge immediately lay on the edge of the two small bridges, raising their automatic rifles in their hands and firing wildly, covering their companions who rushed behind one after another. When more than a hundred people rushed over, they saw that there was no resistance in front of them, so they fired fiercely at the rocky beach and the woods while fiercely rushing towards the rocky beach in front of them.

A group of enemies rushed to the rocky beach in an instant, and the huge leopard lying behind the boulder on the side of the old patriarch suddenly roared wildly, and suddenly jumped out from behind the stone, "woo", with a gust of wind to pounce on the enemy who was close to the stone pile.

The roar of the golden leopard echoed in the mountain col, and the huge roar carried a decisive sound, like a clarion call on the battlefield of ancient martial arts!

With the huge roar of the leopard, black shadows suddenly rushed out from behind the stone, and the scimitar in his hand flashed with cold light and rushed towards the figure in front of him.

A string of bullets shot into the body of the scimitar warrior who was the first to pounce from the stone pile, and more than a dozen figures fell to the sound of gunfire on the opposite side in an instant. But with the fallen figures in front, more black shadows holding scimitars pounced silently into the enemy group at the moment when their companions in front of them fell.

The cold light flickered in the crowd, and the sound of knives and guns colliding, the "clatter" sound of scimitars slashing into people's bodies, and the sudden terrible screams suddenly sounded on the dark riverbank!

A group of leopard-like scimitar warriors rushed into the enemy's ranks, and in an instant twenty or thirty enemy figures fell beside them, and the gunfire suddenly stopped, and no one dared to shoot without permission when the enemy and I were entangled, and the enemy on the opposite side pulled out their spurs and pounced.

The sound of killing on the field immediately shook the sky, and a battle of modern hot weapons instantly evolved into a face-to-face battle between cold weapons, and a fierce modern war scene seemed to be transformed into a cold weapon killing battlefield in the ancient martial arts era.

Scimitar warriors give full play to the power of the scimitar in hand-to-hand combat, and the scimitar is sharpened, slashed, or hooked back with the sharp tip of the knife, and the cold light swings up and down in the enemy group, and the enemies who are cut by the scimitar scream and roll on the pile of rocks.

The sound of screams and the fierce clash of knives and guns immediately resounded on the riverbank. Seeing that they could not shoot, the enemy who rushed behind quickly inserted a bayonet into the automatic rifle and pounced on it with a bright bayonet.