The scrivener returned the same way with the gun, burrowed into the tunnel, and came out from the other side. A cool breeze blew www.biquge.info my face, and I couldn't help but shiver. The wind was still blowing, dawn was the lowest time of the day, and it hadn't felt so cold since entering Myanmar. Do you have winter in Myanmar too? He lay in the pit outside the entrance of the tunnel, closely observing the changes around him.

Bang, bang, the scrivener fired two shots in the dark, of course, it wasn't completely untargeted, there was a black shadow shaking in that direction, and the enemy was really moving, and even if the two bullets didn't solve the problem, it was enough to deter. The main purpose is to expose oneself and attract the enemy. The goal was quickly achieved, and there was an abnormality about ten meters beside him, which was very subtle, but it was still captured by him. A dark shadow was closing in on him.

A sneer hung on the corner of the scrivener's mouth, everything that should have come has come, and everything should be over. He raised his gun, muzzle aimed at the target. Whoosh, a silver light shot in, and the scrivener didn't have time to pull the trigger, and his body squatted down first, saving his life first. The whole person quickly retracted into the deep pit. Ding, something like a throwing knife hits the rock.

Cold sweat broke out in the scrivener, the other party shot too fast, no wonder Gong Daniu was injured. He had a bad premonition, and in just one round, the initiative had been ceded to the other party. It is easy for people to retract into positions, but it is difficult to raise their heads again, and this is the experience summed up in countless battles.

At the same time as the scrivener box retracted into the deep pit, a figure followed like a ghost, and jumped into the pit with a swish, less than a meter away from the scrivener.

"Dare to follow up? Okay, do a good job this time! "The scrivener was secretly happy in his heart, just now he thought that he had lost the initiative, but he didn't expect that the other party would not take advantage of it, and it is difficult to say whether he lives or dies in close melee.

The scrivener lifted his right leg and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen, while reaching for his waist with one hand to remove the scimitar. The enemy is thin and small, but his movements are extremely flexible, avoiding the flying feet of the scrivener in an incredible posture, and his movements are as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he deceives himself to the side of the scrivener, and the cold light in his hand flashes and sweeps towards the chest of the scrivener.

The scrivener is not good, and the other party's movements are too fast, which is beyond his comprehension. Before his foot could be fully kicked out, the opponent's edge was infinitely close to him, and the cold light swept towards his chest like a bolt of lightning. This knife is extremely dangerous, and it is completely rushed to disembowel.

The scrivener didn't have time to put his feet away, so he had no choice but to lie back and barely avoid the fatal blow. The body loses its center of gravity and sits on the ground. As soon as his butt hit the ground, the other party's sweeping leg roared and went straight to the neck of the scrivener. Once swept in, the cervical vertebra is fractured, and even if the person does not die, the neck will be completely paralyzed.

The scrivener sat on the ground, and his movements were greatly restricted, so he could only bow his head as much as possible and bend his waist down as much as possible. The enemy's legs swept overhead with the sound of the wind. A few hairs on the top of his head swayed slightly driven by the leg wind, dangerous and dangerous.

"What a quick skill! Is this still human, more ferocious than a tiger hunting for food? The scrivener was secretly surprised, with just two moves, he had been forced into a desperate situation. No wonder the other party wants to fight close to melee, the other party doesn't treat him as an opponent at all, and treats him completely as a prey.

The scrivener was distracted, and the enemy's third wave of attack came again, and the short knife in his hand slashed down with the power of cold light. This move seems to be ordinary, but the killing machine is better than the first two moves, and there are many variables in the process of splitting, which can change direction at any time with the movement of the target.

The scrivener box has experienced a hundred battles, so naturally he will not know the danger of this move, his face is blank, but his eyes are murderous. The scimitar in his hand made an arc and attacked the enemy's lower abdomen, which was the most ideal part of the attack he could attack. The scrivener box did not dodge, it was completely fighting for his life. This is also a helpless move, he knows that he is not an opponent at all, even if he can barely avoid a few moves, it will be finished in the end, it is better to exchange his life for his life. Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can still inflict heavy damage and leave a way for Gong Daniu to survive.

The two knives attacked each other's masters almost simultaneously, with the enemy's knives slightly faster and the scrivener's scimitar slightly slower. But at such a short distance, there is only a tenths of a second between fast and slow. The lethality is almost equal.

The scrivener had a sneer on his face, laughing at the ignorance of his opponent, he was not his prey, never would be, and it was a big deal.

At the critical moment, the opponent retreated, he didn't want to lose both, it was not worth it for him, he was here to harvest the prey, not to send him to death. The blade retracted, and the body retreated slightly.

Naturally, the scrivener box will not let go of a short respite and quickly stabilize its position. In the dim night, they could barely see each other's faces. It was an angular face, and the years had not left much of a mark on it, and there was not a trace of expression in it except for the murderous appearance of the eyes. As if the fight just now had nothing to do with him.

Ninja warrior. The scrivener has a judgment, and the legendary killer appears. No wonder it's so difficult, Guard Tang's admonition is really true. He tried to recall the photo, and it seemed that nothing could match the number. However, now is not the time to think about this, and the slightest distraction can be fatal.

After a brief pause, the killer moved again, and his ghostly body turned into a black shadow that forced the modern bookcase. The latter did not show weakness, and the scimitar drew an arc to protect the upper body, still in a lose-lose posture. The Japanese killer is still unwilling to accept the lose-lose approach, and his body stops at a reasonable distance, and the blade of the scrivener will not be able to reach.

The tunnel entrance is next to it, and the scrivener has tried to get into it several times without success. The other party kept circling around him and didn't give him any chance to get out.

The Japanese killer quickly mastered the psychology of the scrivener, knowing that he was invincible, and had to choose a lose-lose way to fight. This trick really made him jealous. This guy quickly adjusted his attack strategy, no longer close combat, but relied on his light body to circle around the scrivener, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

This trick made the scrivener very unbearable, he had fought so many battles, fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese soldiers so many times, and met such a difficult guy for the first time. The other party is like a monkey, jumping around in front of and behind him, and the saber waits for an opportunity to attack.

The scrivener was in a hurry, and after struggling to support more than a dozen rounds, he finally made a mistake in his busyness, and the movement of his left leg was a little late. The Japanese killer's saber immediately took advantage of the loophole, and the blade swept over the calf, and with a bang, a hole was left in the trouser leg, and a thin blood line appeared on the calf, and then the blood line expanded, and blood flowed down the calf.

The scrivener couldn't help frowning, this Japanese killer is too fucking perverted, and there really is no chance of winning in close combat. finally understood how the knife wound on Gong Daniu's body came from. Thinking of Lao Gong, the blood in the scrivener spurted out, and he once again struck a life-fighting blow, exchanging his life for his life, and slashed at the opponent's lower abdomen with the attacking saber. The trick still worked, and the Japanese killer gave up the attack and flashed aside.

The scrivener seized the opportunity to break away from the opponent's attack circle and ran into the depths of the tunnel with his legs open. originally wanted to avenge Gong Daniu, but he almost put himself in. The scrivener has a heavy heart, this Japanese killer is too difficult to deal with, let him live, and the six people on his side will be in danger. No, you have to kill it!

The scrivener is running wildly all the way, ready to implement the second set of plans. The wound hurt with each running step, and the blood flowed down the bare foot into the shoe, and the soles of the feet were slippery.

The Japanese killers were in hot pursuit, and the things during the day were too hot, and if the news came back to the headquarters, I really couldn't imagine what the superiors would be angry. More than a dozen cannons, dozens of boxes of ammunition, and dozens of lives were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and no one could afford such losses.

During the excavation, the tunnel was artificially made into a zigzag shape, and the length of more than ten meters turned seven or eight bends in order to increase the cover. This made it easier for the scrivener to escape, otherwise it would have been caught up by the Japanese killers. The Japanese killer is unfamiliar with the road, which affects the speed to a certain extent.

The scrivener counted silently while running, one bend, two bends, three bends...... It wasn't until the ninth bend that he deliberately slowed down, and the Japanese killer immediately caught up, and the distance between the two sides was less than a meter. With the saber in his hand, he stabbed the back of the scrivener.

Unfortunately, there was another bend ahead, and the scrivener swooped around, and the saber stabbed into the air.

The tenth bend, this is it! The scrivener turned and then the body fell down. The Japanese killer in the back showed a cold light, the prey fell, and there was no reason to miss again. He had waited too long for this moment, and he couldn't wait. The saber stabbed straight into the back of the scrivener with a cold glow.

This time, the Japanese killer was full of confidence, thinking that he was foolproof, and the prey would not have the slightest chance to escape, and God would not be able to save him!

Almost at the same time, a gunshot rang out, and the tongue of fire flashed away like a bolt of lightning. There was a long silence, without a sound. The scrivener was lying on the ground and secretly rejoiced, it was successful, so dangerous! However, for the sake of safety, he did not move, this Japanese killer is difficult to entangle, and it may be impossible to pretend to be dead.

Minute by minute, there was still no movement. The scrivener box was still calm, but Gong Daniu couldn't wait, and walked towards this side with a gun.

"Old Gong, don't move, wait." The scrivener shouted. The sky will soon light up, and everything will be easy then.

After several months of fighting in Savage Mountain, the team of the scrivener has a very high combat quality, and Lao Gong is no exception, he did not move again after hearing the shout, holding a gun to monitor every move in the tunnel. Once there is an abnormality, he will not hesitate to shoot, because the scrivener has been explained, no matter who it is, as long as they stand and walk around in the tunnel, they will be killed. Lao Gong did it just now, and he will do it in the future. This is combat discipline.

The scrivener is a very dangerous move, and it is also very precise. He carefully calculated that there were ten bends in the tunnel, so he fell to the ground decisively after the tenth bend, leaving the empty pawn to the Japanese killers. Gong Daniu doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, as long as someone comes out, he will shoot, this is an agreement. Everything that should be done has been done to the extreme, and as for the effect, it has to be tested after dawn.