"Da Da Da ......"

The automatic rifle in the hand of the Wind Shadow House rang out, at this time, the way the Wind Shadow House shot was like a recruit who had never been on the battlefield, his fingers pulled the trigger and did not let go, in the bullet casings flying, the bullets were swept out like a storm, and in the face of the high-intensity blow formed in an instant by the full fire of modern weapons, even the most proficient Maasai warriors in the grassland operations had to immediately pounce and roll, so that they could barely throw all the bullets that had been dumped in their heads and faces.

The theoretical rate of fire of the AK automatic rifle is 600 rounds per minute, and in actual combat, the rate of fire can reach about 400 rounds per minute despite the troubles caused by various environments and maintenance, in other words, a magazine of 30 rounds will only take a few seconds to dump and empty.

When the automatic rifle in Feng Yinglou's hand finally stopped roaring, he did not hesitate to throw down this weapon that was absolutely powerful in suppressing firepower in the medium and short range, and pulled out the self-defense pistol on his body. Continue to lunge forward while firing non-stop.

That's right, the Wind Shadow Building is to use a method similar to "hellfire" to suppress the counterattack of the enemy with the original weapon, and it is of course best to kill the opponent directly, even if it doesn't work, he has to use the shortest time to counterattack in front of the opponent, forcing the opponent to directly start the final close-range combat battle.

When the self-defense pistol in the hand of the Wind Shadow House fired the last bullet, he had already successfully broken through the distance of hundreds of meters between the two sides and rushed directly to the position less than ten meters in front of the Maasai warrior.

In the face of this absolutely unexpected scene, through military satellites, the members of the elite special forces of various countries who watched the corner of the battle situation gasped in unison. In these days, they have seen the ruthlessness of the Wind Shadow Building, the cunning and resourcefulness of the Wind Shadow Building, and the ability of the Wind Shadow Building to turn their hands into clouds and rain and constantly create favorable situations for themselves, but it is really the first time for them to see such a crazy and aggressive person, and as soon as they make a move, they have forced both sides to the Wind Shadow Building, which is in a desperate situation of life and death!

At the moment when the last bullet shot out of the chamber and had already found the target in the weeds, Feng Yinglou didn't think about it, and directly tried his best to smash the self-defense pistol in his hand at the opponent who was already close at hand, and at the same time, he had already pulled out his fighting saber, and slammed into the enemy in front of him with the habit of high-speed sprinting.

The automatic rifle strafing, self-defense pistol firing, abandoning the pistol, drawing the knife and slashing, all of these actions took place in fifteen seconds, and they were all done in one go without any delay, which really brought into full play the tactics of the Fifth Special Force's aggression like fire.

In the face of the pistol that Kazekage threw with all his might, and the knife he then slashed straight down, the Maasai warrior suddenly played a backwards somersault at such a fatal moment. Seeing this scene, Feng Yinglou's eyes suddenly burst out with a one-hit killing essence.

When they are fighting, in order to maintain their most flexible pace, they will never easily kick the opponent above the waist with their legs, and of course, they will not play a reflexive whirlwind leg at every turn like taekwondo. You must know that in the close-quarters combat of special forces, using these tricks that once you can't hit the target, you will inevitably encounter counterattacks because the range of body movements is too large, which is equivalent to looking for death!

This backflip is a pistol that can smash the Wind Shadow Building, and he dodges it with a knife that splits his head and face, but when he lands on the ground with both feet, his body is still buffering this falling force, and he can't make a second action for the time being, the second attack of the Wind Shadow Building's body can stab the fighting saber directly into his body.

Just when he saw that the victory was in his hands and was about to give the opponent a fatal blow, a light gray shadow slammed at the Wind Shadow Building at an absolutely weird angle, with a sharp wind-breaking sound, and in the face of this absolutely unexpected counterattack, the Wind Shadow Building turned his wrist slightly and slashed it with the fighting saber in his hand.

"Smack!"

There was a popping sound in the air like a giant axe chopping through firewood, and almost at the same time, Wind Shadow House only felt a hot pain in his cheeks, and blood flowed out of the wound in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that he successfully avoided his opponent who rushed to the tragic momentum of no return, and even left a wound on his face as soon as he fought, and then lowered his head to look at the object that was split in half by the knife he just had, Feng Yinglou waved his hand and gently wiped away the blood beads on his face, and finally sincerely stretched out a thumbs up to the enemy in front of him.

The Maasai warrior in front of him just now deliberately flipped backwards, just to lure Fengyinglou to pursue, and he used his own knife to cut off the longbow in his hand in an instant, and the back of the bow with the excellent surname suddenly collapsed, naturally forming a counterattack force. However, the most terrifying thing is that the bowstring he uses is a twisted steel wire. In some places on the wire, there are even fine and dense serrations, and it seems that this prop is not so much a bowstring as a strangulation rope used by secret agents when assassinating targets at close range.

If his opponent wasn't the battle-hardened Kazekage, he would have managed to winch his target's throat with a serrated bowstring in the first round. At that time, as long as he grabbed the back of the bow and pulled hard, the throat of the enemy in front of him would be cut on the spot and die a miserable death.

Only the warriors of the Maasai tribe can use the weapon "bow" so superbly.

No, it's not him!

Feng Yinglou looked at the height of about one hundred and seventy centimeters in front of him, the skin of his whole body was dark, but he had a healthy luster, although he was a little thin, but he was not skinny, and there was no enemy with ornaments on his body, he quickly corrected his judgment of the target: it was her, this Maasai warrior who could play with bows and arrows superbly, and was by no means inferior in hand-to-hand combat, turned out to be a woman!

If you can secretly breathe a sigh of relief just because she is a woman, it can only mean that you are an out-and-out idiot.

Both in the barracks and in primitive tribes like the Maasides, they believe in the respect of the strong. If women want to be recognized by men in this world, they must pay a higher price than men to make themselves stronger than men. In fact, just by looking at the Maasai woman in front of her, who has long hair, you can guess the level of respect she has gained in her own tribe with her own strength.

You must know that among the Masai, women are bald, and only men who have passed the ceremony of sincerity have the power to grow their hair. And the Maasai man, the requirement of the Chengren ritual is to kill an adult lion alone in the savannah! Because lions are not so easy to kill, Maasai men often lack arms and legs, but when it comes to their wounds, they are very calm and even proud. If there is no power beyond the convention, this Maasai female warrior in front of her will definitely not get the "honor" unique to men!

Facing the Masai female warrior in front of him, Feng Yinglou nodded slowly, and gently poked out the fighting saber in his hand, showing the most commonly used fighting style for professional soldiers in close-quarters combat.

Looking at the Wind Shadow Building, where the fighting saber was slowly raised in front of her, there was no flaw in her whole body, and there was even more faint hint of terrifying attack and counterattack power, the Maasai female warrior's eyes also showed a trace of surprise.

She was surprised that the Wind Shadow Building would give up the automatic rifle in her hand, and she became more and more vigilant because the Wind Shadow House abandoned the gun.

Only when she reaches the level of her and the Wind Shadow Building will she understand that the Wind Shadow Building's behavior of abandoning the gun is by no means stupid.

Wind Shadow House charged all the way, emptying all the bullets in the automatic rifle and pistol, and did not hit the target, which is enough to show that the other party's movements are too agile, too good at using the environment to protect themselves, these two points add up, and even break the Wind Shadow Building, as a best professional soldier, used tens of thousands of bullets on the training ground before slowly cultivating the rhythm and rhythm of the gun.

This feeling,It's like a person playing a game,Invested a long time,A certain trick is more practiced,Usually no matter what kind of opponent you face,Once you make it, you can always add points for yourself,But one day,Suddenly meet a more clever opponent,Your most proud trick is used,It can always be easily resolved by the other party,If you play a few games,Confidence and the rhythm of the game,Will be broken in a succession of failures。 At that time, if you go to fight against an opponent who is usually weaker than you, you may lose miserably because your usual self-confidence and rhythm are broken, and you can't play at a normal level.

If you fail in the game, you can calm down first, think hard about countermeasures and make a comeback, but once a professional soldier loses his confidence and tacit understanding of weapons on the battlefield, what he loses will inevitably be his own life. In order to protect his absolute confidence in guns, he immediately decided to give up firearms on the battlefield, and there are definitely not many people who can do this, looking at the world.

It was because they saw each other's strength and difference that the two became extra cautious. Under the gaze of Fengyinglou, the Maasai female warrior put the short knife in her hand into her mouth and bit it with her teeth, and took out a "V" shaped weapon about sixty centimeters long from her back. If Kazekage hadn't made a mistake, it would have been a boomerang that could be used as a combat weapon at close range, and could be thrown out to attack the target.

Although the Maasai claim to be the closest people to the primitive traditions, they live on the earth after all, and no matter how they reject them, they still inevitably come into contact with external civilizations, the most representative of which is the boomerang used by this female warrior, which is not made of wood or bone, but of metal. As long as you look at their blades reflecting a trace of cold light in the sun, Fengyinglou can guess the lethality of this weapon that is fused with modern civilization and traditional culture.

But the scariest thing is the people who use them!

When the gazes of the Wind Shadow Building and the Maasai female warrior collided in the air, a few invisible sparks burst out, and at this time, there was no need for any communication between them, and as the whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air sounded, a close combat began, perhaps very short, but absolutely fierce.

"Dang!"

The fighting saber stabbed by the Wind Shadow Building in a straight line was held up by the opponent with a "V" shaped boomerang, and almost at the same time, the right leg of the Wind Shadow Building had already kicked hard against the knee of the Maasai female warrior, and with the strength of the Wind Shadow Building's legs, as long as this kick hit the position, the battle between them would immediately lock in the final winner.

Facing the killer skill that Feng Yinglou had kicked and broken on the school field, I don't know how many wooden stakes she had kicked and broken, and finally practiced it, the Maasai female warrior rolled backwards again, and when her left hand touched the ground, she actually used her left hand as a support point, and her whole body suddenly made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation, her right hand stretched out with all her might, and the boomerang in her hand formed a blade around her body with the rotation of her body.

If it weren't for the fact that Kazekage never kicked his legs past the opponent's waist during close-quarters combat, and quickly retracted his legs and retreated when he saw that the situation was not good, he would have been stabbed in his right leg by this absolutely unexpected attack. In fact, the Maasai female warrior in front of her dared to use the almost fancy backflip in continuous hand-to-hand combat, and her attack technique was by no means only that, when her legs touched the ground, she actually rolled forward at an oblique angle of 45 degrees.

In the eyes of Fengyinglou, this is really an absolutely weird picture. That feeling, it's like you throw a basketball to the ground head-on, but when the basketball bounces up, it bounces up at a forty-five degree angle, this kind of picture that is diametrically opposed to common sense makes the several counterattack plans predetermined in Fengyinglou's brain all fail, and makes him so sad that he almost vomits blood.

Looking at the increasingly strange and unpredictable sword in the air, Wind Shadow Lou pursed his mouth slightly, his right hand suddenly poked out like lightning, and the fighting saber in his hand collided with the opponent's boomerang again. The Masai female warrior held the boomerang and suddenly twisted, and the "V" shaped boomerang stuck the blade of the fighting saber, which was obtained by twisting the two weapons together, and the body of the Masai female warrior who flipped up in the air suddenly twisted again, and her right leg suddenly pulled out a rapid arc in the air, and slashed down at the Wind Shadow Tower.

In the face of this absolutely ferocious leg, unless the Wind Shadow Building immediately gave up the fighting saber in his hand, he would not be able to dodge at all. Fortunately, the other party did not have the habit of wearing shoes, and it was impossible to hide a bayonet in his boots, so Feng Yinglou could only turn his body and use his shoulder to directly push this kick bluntly.

"Smack!"

The woman's right foot thrust heavily on the broad shoulder of the Wind Shadow Building, making a muffled sound, the Wind Shadow Building almost snorted in pain at this time, how did her foot feel like she was picked up by the Dragon King with a thick wooden stick and directly hit the body of the Wind Shadow Building?!

Looking at the female warrior who kicked herself, flipped backflips again, and completely blocked all her counterattacks in an instant, a name suddenly came to mind in the back of the Shadow Building...... Capoweiler dance!

Caboweile dance is a kind of Brazilian jiu-jitsu, proficient in this martial art, can adjust their body center of gravity in a variety of seemingly impossible situations, play a variety of seemingly unbelievable attack routines, because they always use rolling, bouncing, spinning and other gorgeous movements that look more like dance when fighting, and even add some acrobats can do the skills, will be named "dance" suffix.

But the original form of Capoweiler is definitely not as simple as dance.

Its origin comes from the African savannah at the foot of the Wind Shadow Tower. In this world where the fittest survive, there is absolutely no room for survival when performing things with surnames. In this set of fighting techniques, there is the enthusiasm of people celebrating and celebrating the harvest of a day of hunting, and it is also integrated into the dodge and counterattack skills discovered by the warriors when they fight various beasts according to the attack methods of the beasts.

To put it simply, the real carpoo dance that can be used in actual combat is a fighting technique that uses the shift of center of gravity to make the body move irregularly, constantly breaking the enemy's sense of rhythm for distance, and being able to dodge while playing powerful attacks. It is more difficult to use this kind of fighting technique, which is more like dance than martial arts, than to win against a professional boxer with tai chi.

But the Maasai female warrior in front of her is definitely a master of the Kaboweile dance. No, it should be said that the fighting techniques she uses are more eerie, more elusive, and more effective than the capoweile dance. Only warriors like the Maasai people, who are born with extremely flexible bodies and are full of explosive power, can bring this gorgeous but absolutely practical, offensive and defensive martial art to the limit.

"Brush ......"

The boomerang in the hand of the Maasai female warrior was finally thrown, and the short knife that she had been biting in her mouth was also held in her right hand.

The carpowel's eerie angle, combined with her boomerang, which she throws with a special technique and has a wandering flight path, is a flawless close-quarters parry. Just fighting with an opponent, in the heart of the Wind Shadow Building, there was a feeling of being caught between the front and back of the enemy. Listening to the boomerang flying closer and closer behind him, the sound of breaking the wind, looking at him in front of him, holding a short knife in his hand, using his hands and feet together, launching waves and waves of unbelievable, if he didn't face it in person, he would never understand, that kind of difficult and weird attack, Fengyinglou suddenly laughed.

At the moment when the smile on the face of the Wind Shadow Building was raised, the female warrior of the Maasai tribe who was once again supporting the ground with her left hand and spinning a series of kicks suddenly made no reason, but it was really sudden......

Her right leg kicked into the body of the Wind Shadow Building for the second time, but at the same time, the fighting saber in the hand of the Wind Shadow Building also pierced her not plump chest, although because her body was too weird, the Wind Shadow Building did not stab her heart in the end, but was pierced by the combat saber with terrible serrations on the back, and anyone could see that she was dead.

"Smack!"

The body of the Maasai warrior fell heavily to the ground, feeling the vitality quickly drain from the wound, but the first thing she did was to glance at her left hand. In the palm of her left hand, there was an anti-infantry barb hook that was only two or three centimeters long and could be used directly when thrown to the ground. Her left hand pressed on this barbed hook just now, all her weight was supported with her left hand, and the barbed hook directly pierced her palm, and as her whole body rotated, the barb hook was even more on her palm, and it rotated out a blood hole the size of a ping-pong ball.

Looking at the wound on the palm of his hand, and then looking at the pair of military land combat boots with Kevlar bulletproof material on the feet of the Wind Shadow Building, even if he stepped on the barbed hook, the soles of his feet would not be injured, and a look of understanding flashed in the eyes of the Maasai female warrior.

They Maasai people are not in the habit of wearing shoes, and this man has already quietly sprinkled this barbed hook when he led her all the way away, and then calculated the distance and reflexively struck her, and finally succeeded in pushing her into the trap, and directly won the final victory with a beautiful fatal blow.

They Maasai people are very strong, even the male lion is not their opponent, but this time, she is not facing a lion, but a man, a man who has been through a hundred battles, is more cunning than a fox, and is also better at using all kinds of tools to create traps. They Maasai people study how to kill beasts every day, but the man in front of them studies how to kill people more effectively every day.

That's why the two of them clash with each other, winning and losing in the end.

"Without the help of traps, I am no match for you."

Feng Yinglou looked at the female warrior in front of him who was bleeding from the wound, with a little calmness, a little indifference, and a little unwillingness, but who could greet the arrival of death with a calm attitude, and he said in a low voice: "The Maasai people, the strongest race in the world, really deserve their reputation. ”

The Masai female warrior looked at Fengyinglou quietly, she couldn't understand what Fengyinglou was saying at all, but she felt Fengyinglou's respect from the bottom of her heart. Gradually, the unwillingness on her face disappeared, on the prairie, the strong and the inferior, this is the eternal and immutable theorem, which can set the trap for her to step into, and finally lock the victory, which is also a kind of strength in itself.

The warriorwoman crossed her hands over her chest, looked up at the pure and deep blue sky above her head, and began to whisper something in a complex and tongue-twisting language, perhaps in the way that they were peculiarly Maasai people praying, perhaps in this way, to say their final goodbyes to the world in which they had lived, waiting to welcome the gods they believed in, to receive her soul stronger than men......

When the Wind Shadow House retrieved her weapon and walked to the battlefield between the two of them again, the female warrior of the Maasai tribe had already turned on her back in the grass, and she had stopped breathing forever. It's just that her eyes are still wide open, looking at the distant sky, perhaps, at this time, her soul has really gone to another happier country with the gods they believe in, right?

"I'm sorry."

Wind Shadow Lou put a wild flower that had long since dried up on the girl's body, and he whispered: "I know that I have gone too far, and you have plenty of reasons for revenge, but, at least for now, I must not lose, let alone die." Trust me, you're just one step ahead of me. ”

(To be continued)