When the onlookers saw that the matter was getting bigger, they all retreated far away, afraid that they would accidentally hurt themselves.

There are well-meaning people who are worried about Mo Rufeng, so many gangsters, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, besides, Mo Rufeng is still carrying a child on his back!

The advancing thugs stopped, and under Qiao Er's signal, they scattered to both sides, forming a "U"-shaped half circle, which seemed to be the big mouth of a giant beast, waiting for Mo Rufeng.

This move is very insidious, Qiao Er still wants to wait for work when the number of people is overwhelming, and wait for Mo Rufeng to enter the encirclement and then attack it in groups.

The knives in the hands of the thugs reflected a cold cold light in the light, like the fangs in the mouths of giant beasts.

Lin Fengyu saw the danger and shouted at Mo Rufeng: "Don't go in that direction!" ”

It's like the wind and you don't hear it.

He didn't seem to see the danger in front of him, and with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he still walked forward steadily.

That momentum made Lin Fengyu think of seven words: Although there are thousands of people, I will go!

It was almost at the mouth of the giant beast, and Mo Rufeng stopped.

The thugs stared at the blood-red eyes, they waited for Qiao Er, just waiting for him to make a gesture, and they would pounce like a wolf.

But Qiao Er's hungry wolf-like eyes stared at Mo Rufeng's every move, and he didn't have the intention of letting the gangsters attack.

When Kankan reached the "U" mouth, Mo Rufeng suddenly turned around and strode in the opposite direction.

The prey that arrives in the mouth will not allow him to slip away! Qiao Er shouted, "Chase!" The gangsters chased after Mo Rufeng.

Lin Fengyu silently counted Mo Rufeng's steps, one step, two steps, three steps!

"Kill!" She let out a low cry, causing Fang Fang to open her eyes violently and look at her suspiciously.

Almost at the same time, Mo Rufeng also shouted: "Kill!" ”

He turned sharply with lightning speed, and the wooden stick stabbed at the chest of the thug who chased after him with a fierce gust of wind. He was in a strange posture, holding the front end of the stick with his right hand and the back end of the stick with his left hand, and his lunge was firmly planted on the ground, standing still.

The thugs who followed closely couldn't catch up, and they hit their chests on the wooden stick in Mo Rufeng's hand, and the thugs who followed behind couldn't stop and pounced on the backs of the thugs in front of them.

Mo Rufeng shouted again, slammed the wooden stick upward, and the thug who was stabbed immediately flew up, flew over Mo Rufeng's head, and fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The four or five thugs in the back pushed me and fell to the ground, crying and screaming.

It was as if the shout shook the dark clouds, and the snowflakes in the sky fell one after another.

"How do you know you can get ahead of his moves?" Fang Fang asked, she and Fang Fang were worried that Mo Rufeng would be beaten at first, but now they clearly knew that Mo Rufeng would raise his noble hand if he didn't cripple this group of thugs.

"Maybe I've seen it..."Lin Fengyu's thoughts went back to before.

On that occasion, Lin Fengyu accompanied a delegation of national defense students to an airborne force station in the mountainous area of northwest Hubei to observe the scene.

They were greatly shocked by the subjects of parachuting of the airborne troops, assembling after parachuting, and airdropping heavy equipment. According to the schedule, the next day it was necessary to leave the airborne forces station.

Early the next morning, Lin Fengyu suddenly heard a majestic shouting from the playground. She followed the sound and noticed that about a battalion of troops, lined up in a neat square on the playground, was practicing bayonets.

More than 300 officers and soldiers held guns in their right hands and stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps! Turning abruptly, the left hand has grasped the butt of the gun, the right lunge is firmly rooted, like a mountain standing still, the bayonet stabbed upwards with a fierce murderous aura, and at the same time, the sound of "killing" in his mouth burst out like spring thunder.

That momentum, even if a lion is chasing after him, he will also be killed under a knife!

More than 300 officers and men were in high spirits, more than 300 bayonets shone like snow, and the roars of more than 300 men shook the earth.

Lin Fengyu was no stranger to bayonet fighting, but the assassination movements of his battalion were different from anything she had ever seen.

After the morning training, she asked the battalion commander for advice. The dark-faced battalion commander explained to her the origin of the assassination exercise.

It turned out that very early on, there was a company commander surnamed Xue in this battalion, who had practiced martial arts before becoming a soldier, and he was the best at "returning to the horse gun", and he integrated the "return horse gun" into the assassination training, creating a unique set of "assassination drills", and then teaching the assassination drills he created to the officers and men of the whole company, and then handed over to the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion.

Later, this company commander became a battalion commander, and then later, he left the battalion and became a regiment commander, division commander, army commander, and finally became deputy commander of the Air Force, with the rank of lieutenant general, but this set of "assassination exercises" he created was inherited by a successor.

They called the three core tricks in this assassination exercise "Three Stabs of the Horse".

"I am the eleventh battalion commander after him," the battalion commander said with a smile, "The chief has retired early, and some people say that it is all high-tech warfare now, and there is no contact with war, and there is not much point in practicing these again." However, I think that this set of assassination exercises has left a kind of spirit and spirit, which will never go out of style for soldiers, so I asked the officers and men of our battalion to practice this set of assassination exercises. The army does not have this kind of spirit, no matter how well equipped the weapon is, it is in vain, and people are the soul of the army! ”

"That spirit... What is it? Lin Fengyu asked.

"Although there are thousands of people, I will go!" The battalion commander replied.

After that, that scene often appeared in Lin Fengyu's mind: on the training ground where the autumn breeze was blowing and the autumn grass was yellow, a group of majestic airborne troops were facing the red sun rising in the east, practicing assassination exercises, the killing sound shook the sky, and the sword light was like snow...

Mo Rufeng's back-stabbing action was obviously the most common action in that assassination exercise. In his mind, he had not a wooden stick in his hand, but a rifle with a bayonet!

At the moment, Mo Rufeng's "bayonet" has knocked down more than a dozen people, and the gangsters fell to the ground crying for their father and mother.

Qiao Er's eyes were red, and he held a dagger to block Mo Rufeng's way. He didn't pounce, but made a gesture in front of Mo Rufeng, attracting Mo Rufeng's attention, and a thug with a hammer again held a hammer and approached from behind Mo Rufeng, ready to attack.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the vision is gradually blurred.

But Mo Rufeng's hearing was clear, he heard the sound of a blunt object breaking through the air behind him, he heard the exclamations of the crowd, and he knew that the threat was behind him.

But that threat is not immediate, and that threat is still three seconds away.

Three seconds, he can do a lot!

Therefore, he completely ignored the danger behind him, and instead stabbed Qiao Er in the chest with a stick.

Qiao Er instinctively dodged to the left. Mo Rufeng's wooden stick turned, and the rear end struck to the left, hitting Qiao Er's arm, and the dagger flew out of his hand.

Between the lightning and fire, Mo Rufeng grabbed Qiao Er with his left hand and fell backwards, just to protect his back.

Three seconds, just right!

The big hammer struck with a strong wind, and seeing that it was about to hit Qiao Er's shoulder, Mo Rufeng's heart flashed with a chill, and he straightened his body back slightly! This time, the sledgehammer struck straight at Qiao Er's head.

Qiao Er watched the big hammer coming towards his head, but he couldn't move, and there was nothing he could do.

The big hammer hit Qiao Er's head, and blood splattered.

Qiao Er lay limply on the ground and saw the dense snowflakes flying towards him - this was the last waking time of his life.

The hammer-wielding thug stood in the street like a fool.

The wooden stick swirled in Mo Rufeng's hand, and flew out with a "whew", swept through the void of more than ten meters, and plunged deep into the wall next to the vendor's stall surnamed Zhang.

The sticks were stuck in the wall, "buzzing" and shaking for a long time.

The vendor surnamed Zhang shivered, and suddenly felt a heat under his crotch, and a stream of urine flowed down the root of his thigh.

The heavy snow finally swept down, and it was blowing and spreading.

Mo Rufeng didn't look back, and strode forward.

Soon, his figure quickly disappeared into the heavy snow.

The wind and snow hit Mo Rufeng's face, making him feel like the dense foliage of the Amazon jungle brushing his face.

(End of Volume 1)

Note: The second volume is being revised and proofread, the same enthusiasm, the same pride, so stay tuned!