Several warriors yelled and rushed towards Lang Zhan, and after one of them approached him, he directly pounced, his hands were wrapped, and the target was Lang Zhan's legs; Three other people went around to the side, two on the left and one on the right, reaching out and grabbing them, the target was Lang Zhan's hands; There were three more people behind the prostrating warrior, one of them suddenly jumped up, passed the prostrating warrior, kicked Lang Zhan's chest with his left foot in front, and the remaining two, each holding a bag of something in his hand, smashed into Lang Zhan's face.

To be honest, so far, Lang Zhan has not encountered a single bit of resistance. After all, sappers are not soldiers, even if they have military training in peacetime, but the training intensity is much worse than that of soldiers. Military skills are not good, and there is also a gap in physical fitness, so they are as vulnerable as weak chickens in front of Lang Zhan. The combat effectiveness is not good, but the will to fight is quite passable, and now, these seven soldiers used this combined attack technique, which made Lang Zhan's eyes shine.

"It's kind of interesting," he muttered to himself, and the man sprang out. As a result, the three people who attacked him on the left and right fell into the air, and the first to pounce on him was stepped on his back by him, and directly fell out of a vicious-like style. When Lang Zhan stepped on the back of the prostittive soldier with his left foot, he saw the content of the text patterns on the two bags that flew in clearly, first laughed dumbly, then closed his eyes, and threw them back with both hands, and two screams sounded on the opposite side.

Both bags contained starch. As far as the properties of starch are concerned, it is naturally suitable to play the role of a hidden weapon. It's a pity that the abilities of the soldiers who use them are really limited, and they can't give full play to their characteristics at all, and the result is that they kill themselves, and they are hit in the face by Lang Zhan in turn, and they immediately become white, not to mention, and their eyes are temporarily useless. After Lang Zhan threw out two bags of starch, he hit the foot that kicked him in the chest, he let the other party kick him, and then grabbed the ankle with his left hand, grabbed the knee with his right hand, twisted and flipped the wrist of his left hand, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the owner of the foot let out a miserable scream, and then planted it on the ground like a bird with broken wings, and smashed it on the buttocks of the soldier who pounced, making the latter let out a muffled snort.

Lang Zhan solved the four threats with a single move, and was about to turn around to deal with the three people left and right behind him, when suddenly his heart froze, and then his instinctive waist exerted force, and his head and upper body leaned back, and there was an iron plate bridge in the air.

"Whoosh-" There was a sound of breaking through the air, Lang Zhan, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled a bitter smell, and when he landed, he raised his head and looked at the suspicious launch point he sensed, and saw an ordinary and expressionless face, his eyes instantly turned red, and he released a killing intent.

Under Lang Zhan's body, the soldier with a dislocated foot was holding his foot and wailing silently, and the warrior who swooped down had already supported his upper body.

Six or seven meters away, in the middle of several warriors, the No. 3 bayonet was carrying a small bow and crossbow at the flat end, and was loading it with crossbow arrows. Seeing that he was wearing gloves on both hands, and seeing that the crossbow arrows were dark green all over, Lang Zhan was sure that they must be coated with poison. "Dead?" This thought flashed through Lang Zhan's mind, and while standing up, he shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way, there is poison on the arrow." ”

As if to echo Lang Zhan's words, behind him, a terrible cry sounded, "Wang Shaoping, Wang Shaoping is dead-" Many people followed the reputation, and saw the comrade-in-arms named Wang Shaoping sitting on the ground in a daze, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his chest, his face had completely turned black, and his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears were bleeding out—the blood that flowed out was actually black.

"See blood seal your throat?" The knowledgeable man couldn't help but exclaim, and then looked at the bayonet No. 3, and his expression became complicated.

The strange gaze of everyone, as well as the comrades around him suddenly dodged far away, did not affect the three bayonets, after he finished loading the crossbow arrows, he quietly looked at Lang Zhan, without a trace of anger in his eyes.

"Head, be careful!" The voice of the eldest king came from behind Lang Zhan.

"Stay there and don't move," Lang Zhan responded to the eldest king first, and then shouted to the sappers, "Now you know that you have been used as a gun?" Yes, the prime minister of the Zhongshan Kingdom is indeed nothing, but don't forget, I am also a soldier of Renguo. The poisonous arrows have been used, how much hatred and how much hatred? As he spoke, he walked slowly towards bayonet number three.

The screams were still ringing on and off, but they were noticeably quieter than before. "Wu Liang, why? Why did you kill Wang Shaoping?! "One of the fighters asked loudly at bayonet number three.

The No. 3 bayonet ignored this question, he continued to look at Lang Zhan quietly, and the dead air slowly appeared on his body, and as Lang Zhan continued to walk towards him, the dead air became heavier and heavier.

Whenever there is a big event, when he performs a mission, he does not seek to survive first, but treats himself as a dead man, which is the highest level of a dead soldier and an assassin - Lang Zhan does not understand this truth, but he can feel that the sergeant named Wu Liang in front of him is indeed the most dangerous enemy he has encountered since he landed on Angel Island.

As Lang Zhan advanced, the distance between the two people quickly narrowed to about three meters. At this time, Lang Zhan stopped, just stood quietly, and looked at Wu Liang silently