Two "booms" were heard, and the grenade exploded in the middle of the enemy, and the stumps and severed arms flew everywhere, and seven or eight people were killed in the explosion of the grenade.

With the sound of the explosion, Yuan Xing launched a charge with both guns in his hands, yes, a person charged at more than 30 people, regardless of the rain of bullets around him, he kept pulling the trigger with two guns, and every gunshot would inevitably accompany this person to fall.

"Kill him, kill him." The team leader's hysterical voice sounded, seeing Yuan Xing's ghostly figure, he knew that once Yuan Xing got close, it would be very dangerous, more than thirty people were killed by Yuan Xing in addition to the wounded, and more than a dozen people were killed by Yuan Xing, and the rest of these people would definitely not be able to stop Yuan Xing's close combat.

After running out of bullets in the pistol, Yuan Xing rolled on the spot, dodged the bullets that came from the shot, and quickly rolled into the grass next to him, and the enemy behind frantically strafed the place where Yuan Xing disappeared with a submachine gun, but it seemed to sink into the sea, and it did not stir up any waves.

At this time, Yuan Xing had already escaped to the other side by means of the grass, hiding in the grass, he looked coldly at the dozen or so people left in front of him, and slowly moved his body to the guns scattered on the ground.

Touching a submachine gun, he began to shoot at the crowd, watching more than a dozen people all fall in a pool of blood, Yuan Xing's eyes flashed with a trace of bloodthirsty light, and there was also a trace of helplessness, regretting joining this training camp

Sighing deeply, Yuan Xing knew that he couldn't be soft-hearted, since you want my life, then exchange your own life!

As the battle continued, more than a hundred soldiers in full gear had been wiped out by two-thirds, and the rest of the people had gathered together, they no longer had the courage to search for Yuan Xing separately, the constant gunshots, and the continuous loss of contact with the squad, they knew that these people must have died in Yuan Xing's hands.

Dozens of soldiers gathered together, hoping to kill Yuan Xing by virtue of their numerical superiority, but they didn't know that Yuan Xing was not far from them at this time, watching their every move, ready to give them a fatal blow at any time.

In the jungle in the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and there were streams of fog everywhere, Yuan Xing slowly put on the magazine, facing the enemies gathered together, there was no need to aim, both hands pulled the trigger at the same time, the two enemies fell in response, both of them were shot in the eyebrows, and the sudden gunfire startled the group of soldiers, and they raised their guns in their hands and aimed them in the direction of Yuan Xing.

I have to say that although he is just a boxer, this pistol was played by Yuan Xing superbly, which may be the natural sense of gun.

While dodging enemy bullets left and right, he pulled the trigger again and again with both hands, and the enemy continued to fall with the sound of gunfire.

Dazzling blood flowers bloomed everywhere he passed, just like the freehand of the ink and wash Danqing master splashing ink on rice paper.

At this time, this group of soldiers was really aggrieved, they didn't even have time to aim, they could only shoot indiscriminately, because as long as they were the slightest negligent, Yuan Xing's bullet would accurately fall on their bodies and take their lives.

The fear in their hearts could only be alleviated by the incessant shooting, and they also hoped that the bullets fired indiscriminately would hit Yuan Xing, but it was obvious that their hopes were destined to be disappointed.

Yuan Xing was still dodging left and right at an elusive and strange speed, the dense trees and bushes didn't seem to have any effect on him at all, his figure was as flexible as an ape, and the bullets in his hand were like a sickle in the hands of the god of death, harvesting life one by one.

The chaotic jungle seems to have built a powerful protective net for Yuan Xing, and none of the enemy's bullets hit him, Yuan Xing in the jungle is like a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger smiling at the mountains and forests, able to use all obstacles to block the enemy.

The enemies were crying bitterly, obviously seeing Yuan Xing's right in front of them, just about to shoot, but found that the person was gone, but a tree flashed in front of him, sometimes it was obviously from the thin bushes, but suddenly Yuan Xing's figure flashed, and in less than ten minutes, more than 20 corpses had fallen around.

After running out of bullets in the pistol, Yuan Xing dodged and hid behind a tree to change the magazine, "bang bang bang" three gunshots, Yuan Xing's ears moved slightly, feeling that this shot was a little different, his heart trembled slightly, and his body instantly pounced on the side.

At the moment when he had just pounced, three bullets hit the trunk at the same time, the second bullet hit the first, and the third hit the second, so the first bullet flew through the trunk, then the second, and the third...

It was almost connected into a straight line, and the position was the back of Yuan Xing's heart, if it wasn't for the fast dodge, he had already been pierced by three bullets at the same time, and he was afraid for a while when he thought about it, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"******, he avoided it like this." The person who fired the shot cursed hatefully, apparently the officer who took the lead.

Seeing his miss, he then pulled the trigger again, but was dodged by Yuan Xing again.

The successive defeats made the officers of the opposing side no longer dare to shoot. It's not that he doesn't want to kill Yuan Xing, but Yuan Xing's toughness makes him feel a little frightened in his heart, and his heart is a little restless, and hesitation and retreat are the biggest taboos of a gunman, because this will make the bullets he shoots lose their spirituality.

A dense layer of sweat appeared in his palm, looking at the chaotic scene on the battlefield, he thought that he would definitely be able to kill Yuan Xing after dispatching more than a hundred soldiers, but who knew that he would be killed by him without leaving a single piece of armor.

At this time, he seemed to be seriously lacking in confidence, and even regretted taking this training task, this kid was simply a "grim reaper" who was harvesting life with a sickle in his hand.

Yuan Xing once again launched the most fierce attack like a cheetah, only to see the twin spears in his hands flying up and down, pouring bullets in the middle of the enemy, wantonly slashing the enemy.

After he fired more than a dozen bullets in a row, a passage to the leader had been opened, and the leader of the enemy was in front of him, Yuan Xing's eyes burst out with a burst of cold light, only to see him raise his arm "bang" three times, and the three bullets pierced through the resistance of the air and exploded towards the enemy.

The leader secretly screamed badly, grabbed his comrades around him and blocked him.

"Puff puff!" Two bullets hit the dead ghost in the chest, and another bullet hit him in the head, bursting brains mixed with blood and spraying the leader's face, the scene was extremely horrific.

Taking a deep breath, the leader secretly said that it was dangerous, but fortunately he was quick and caught a substitute ghost, otherwise three bullets would have landed on him.

Yuan Xing, who did not succeed, was not discouraged, and fired another shot casually, and the bullet burst out from the muzzle of the gun and hit a stone on the ground.