"Hurt?" Squatting in front of a wounded person, Long Xiaoqi asked with a smile, "Injured by the zombie gun?" Delirious? Emotional instability? Won't cooperate? Will there be any more aggressive behavior? ”

The special forces pretending to be the wounded stared at Long Xiaoqi with a look of disdain. He was a wounded man, he was now delirious, his actions were out of his control, and he couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe, whether he had come to save him or not.

Long Xiaoqi held the wine jug and raised his head to take a sip of liquor, and when his head was lowered, the steel wine jug in his hand smashed on the wounded man's nose without warning.

"Smack!"

A wine jug smashed down, and the nose of the special soldier was immediately smashed, and he let out a miserable scream, and his body twitched uncontrollably. But Long Xiaoqi didn't stop, he the wine jug and smashed the other party's face frantically, followed by a while, and passed quickly.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

In less than five seconds, this special soldier was smashed by Long Xiaoqi, and his face was full of peach blossoms, and red blood burst into stars. The base of the white steel flask was also stained red with blood.

“Fuck！ Fuck！ ......" the special forces scolded angrily.

"Smack!"

Another flask smashed into his mouth, almost tearing a tear in the flesh of his lips.

"Is it okay now? Are you awake? Long Xiaoqi asked loudly.

"I'm going to kill you! ――”

Hearing this voice, Long Xiaoqi took out his saber and pressed it against the other party's throat, laughing quite evilly, quite vicious and ferocious. Нёǐуапｇｅ.сОМ

"There are always all kinds of casualties in the competition, and there are countless rescue failures on the battlefield, and sometimes when we go to lift a comrade up, we find that his internal organs have been shattered by the shock wave of the cannonball...... I'm talking about the rescue failure on the battlefield, maybe you are the unlucky guy who was rescued and lost...... So now I ask you, are you sober? ”

The cold tip of the knife pressed against his throat, and the bloodied special forces closed their mouths. Bar. His eyes were full of anger, but the knife was in his throat, making it impossible for him to resist more violently. Rescue failed? There are too many failed rescues on the battlefield, which is normal and in line with the norms.

The other person's eyes were bloodthirsty and vicious, like a mad dog. Who knows if this mad dog will suddenly pounce on him and bite him hard, poke his throat with a saber, and come to a rescue defeat in competitive mode?

"Hey, hey, man, I'm sober, completely sober, please remove the saber from your hand, okay? It's just a competition, it doesn't need to be that serious, does it? The beaten special forces with bloodied faces gave in and took the initiative to say that they had come to their senses.

"OK, coming to my senses means that my rescue is effective, right?" Long Xiaoqi licked his lips and smiled: "I dare to guarantee that there is no method that can be more effective than my method to cure the serious consequences of the central nervous system insanity caused by the zombie gun, haha......"

Long Xiaoqi turned his head to look at the referee and said to him: "Hey, I have successfully rescued an injured man, and he may be completely cured of his insanity forever for the rest of his life." ”

The referee has a feeling of madness, people are not cured by zombie guns, this way is a trick. But the wounded all said that they were already awake, and even if it was a trick, it meant that the rescue was successful.

"Guys, don't worry, I'll cure you all!" Long Xiaoqi stood up and said easily to Han Hu and Yang Huo: "Fight, call Lao Tzu...... Oh no, this is fighting poison with poison, our greatest medical skill in China! You're in luck when you come across me, I'm an authoritative expert in healing the consequences of zombie guns. Well, fight poison with poison, right, fight poison with poison, fight! Correct all their deranged central nervous systems, and if they are not sober, continue to fight poison with poison until all the toxins are eliminated!! ”

When the words landed, Han Hu was the first to rush up and kicked on the stomach of a special soldier, and the other party who was in pain instantly took it. Yang Huo and the others were already angry, and followed up to beat those special forces.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Boom!"

“……”

In the case that the number of people did not have an advantage, under the leadership of Long Xiaoqi, a master of Qihuang, the most fierce attack on poison was adopted. Beat, beat, beat until they all sobered up.

Han Hu singled out four of them, and Long Xiaoqi smashed this and that with the wine jug, every time he smashed it, his head was bleeding. His body constantly showed a small angle of bowstring stretching, and with the help of a flash rush, he used the wine jug in his hand as a weapon, and it was extremely enjoyable to smash.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'm sober, completely sober!"

"Oh...... My nose, I'm awake too......"

“……”

Han Hu grabbed a special soldier who was a head taller than him, jumped up and smashed the other party's face with one punch after another, and scolded in his mouth: "Damn, are you sober?" Are you awake? Are you awake? ”

The special forces who were caught were strong and strong, but in the face of Han Hu's storm-like attack, there was no room to fight back, and the face of the beaten was bloody, which was shocking. His fighting ability is not weak, but what is Han Hu's background? Born in a special A unit, the bastard thing that stepped on the heads of countless people in the final assessment. The specifications of the two troops are too far apart, and it is easy to fight such a guy.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into it, and with the splash of blood, the huge body of the special forces fell backwards. However, Han Hu didn't let go of the other party at all, and turned around in the air, his right foot covering the opponent's chest.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

The special soldier's body hooked fiercely, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Are you awake? Okay, okay? Han Hu pinched the other party's throat and asked loudly.

"Sober...... Finish...... Sober up! ――”

Fighting is Han Hu's favorite and Long Xiaoqi's favorite. It's only 9 against 15, and even if there are a few more, they are all very sober when they fight.

Zombie guns are hairy?!

In less than five minutes, all the wounded had been cured by poison, and they all shouted that they had come to their senses.

"Stop, stop, you've passed, you've helped the wounded come out of the aftermath of the zombie guns." The referee who saw this scene hurriedly said: "Go on, you have passed this link, it has passed." ”

The fight was so hard that there was blood everywhere on the ground, and this group of Chinese special forces was simply bastards, and they actually ......

"I don't believe it!" Long Xiaoqi pinched the deformed wine jug and said loudly to the referee: "I think that from the experience of many years of experience in the Qihuang technique, the sequelae left by the zombie gun are not so easy to get rid of, and they have to take some fierce medicine to ensure that their central nervous system is always normal in the second half of their lives." Brothers, keep fighting...... Fight poison with poison and give me the poison in their bodies from the fart. Punch in the eye...... Oh no, drain out! This is a technique that specializes in restraining zombie guns, and it works! ”

The wail sounded again, and under the leadership of Long Xiaoqi, Yang Huo and several people began a new round of violent beatings. It wasn't until all these special forces were beaten on the ground that they were smoked and smoked, all the poison was discharged, and the consequences caused by the zombie guns were all eliminated. The "wounded" began to become extremely cooperative, and if they dared to disagree, they continued to heal their reaction to being hit by a zombie gun.

Prescribe the right medicine, the art of Qihuang......