"The surname Sun, have you rested? How about another round of killing? Leaving the fifteen-year-old young man to press the magazine alone, Qin Han took out his pistol and checked it, and then took care of the G36, and said to Sun Changzhong according to his head. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm afraid you won't make it." Although Sun Changzhong is tired and can't stand up, he can't lose the battle if he loses, and in such a situation, it is impossible to say cowardice.

"Just show me some in the back and find a few more machetes." With Sun Changzhong's staggering appearance, Qin Han casually nodded on his chest, and after nodding Sun Changzhong on his head, he said.

"What do you want a knife for?" Knowing that Qin Han's stabbing finger was not malicious, he was just telling him not to stand up if his physical strength was not good, so Sun Changzhong didn't have any radical remarks, just asked Qin Han why he wanted a knife.

"The knife is naturally used to kill devils, you won't let Lao Tzu stab it with his fingers, right?" Put the pistol in the appropriate position, grabbed a few magazines pressed by the young man, and compared them with his fingers at Sun Changzhong.

", you're the devil. Guards, go find some knives. After smiling and scolding Qin Han, Sun Changzhong began to remember the guards to find a knife.

"Commander, there are only two in total." It didn't take long for the guards to turn back.

There is not much space inside, and now it is basically full of wounded people, so I can look around quickly.

"Two is two." I grabbed the knife in the guard's hand and took it in my hand, although it was not very good, but it was much better than the 38-style military sword.

Holding a machete in each hand, Qin Han arrived at the entrance of Linzhi, the fierce exchange of fire continued, and the Type 38 rifle played one shot at a time, so that the battle continued endlessly, if it was replaced by an automatic rifle, it would have run out of bullets at this time.

"Instructor Qin, Advisor Qin......" In a series of greetings, Qin Han nodded silently.

No one in the independent division knew what Qin Han's specific position was, and it was usually some people from the old independent regiment who called him instructors, and those who called him advisers were those who later joined the army or were recruited.

"How's it going?" The killing machine slowly brewed on Qin Han's body, and his voice gradually became cold, leaning behind the cover, and asked a soldier who was responsible for blocking the devil.

The battle has been going on for such a long time, and the clothes on his body have long been rolled into shreds, and if it is not for people who are familiar with each other, it is already difficult to distinguish the duties.

"It's not good, the devils are gathering more and more now, and they have the intention of blocking us inside." The questioned warrior replied.

"Ceasefire, let them come up." The killing machine on his body is getting heavier and heavier, and his voice is as cold as ice.

"But ......." The warrior wanted to say something, but was stopped by Qin Han's gaze.

"It's an order, go and do it."

"Yes!" Although he did not understand, the warrior did as he was told.

Anyway, he didn't plan to go back alive in the first place, and it no longer matters how he died, and according to Qin Han's attitude, it seems that there is really something to do.

After the gunfire in his finger stopped, the devil also hesitated for a moment, as if he was worried about some trap.

However, after a dozen mortar shells bombarded the makeshift entrance, this hesitation disappeared completely. A large number of devils began to approach the Provisional Finger under the orders of the officers.

One hundred meters, eighty meters, fifty meters, thirty meters, until the devil approached about 20 meters from the entrance in a semi-encircled situation, a black figure with two knives in his hand slowly walked out from inside.

Heavy killing intent surged on his body, and the machetes with dark brown blood stains were emitting a thin buzzing sound.

The black figure stood there, quietly staring at the devils who had gathered around, without a trace of expression on his face, as if to him, the opposite was just a group of scarecrows.

Faced with such a situation, the devil was completely washed by militarism, and the first thing that came to mind was the samurai.

Unconsciously, the rifle in his hand was slowly lowered, the bolt was pulled, the bullet in the chamber was unloaded, and then he stared at the man with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth with fierce eyes.

In the face of a group of devils who didn't know whether they were alive or dead and dared to come up to challenge, Qin Han's attitude was very correct, that is, he went all out to leave all these devils in front of him on the battlefield.

"Onboard!" Finally, a devil couldn't help but pick up the knife and rushed towards Qin Han with red eyes.

The dark red knife flashed, bringing up a canopy of blood rain, and the devils who rushed up were completely split from top to bottom with guns, and the internal organs flowed everywhere, and the two fallen bodies were still broken and convulsed, as if they were unwilling to die like this.

The devils around were stunned by such a bloody and violent scene, they had seen and done things like beheading, and they had done it with their own hands, but they had never heard of such a thing as splitting people from head to crotch, how much effort did it take?

Some of the cowardly devils had already begun to pull out their bullets and prepare to press them into the chamber, and more devils held their rifles tightly in their hands, hesitating to rush forward and try again.

Qin Han didn't leave them too much time to think, standing alone in the middle of the devils, if they were attacked by a devil, it would be called capsizing in the gutter. He shook the machete in his hand vigorously, and let out a burst of shouts from his mouth: "Kill!" ”

The black figure was like black lightning, rushing into the midst of them before the devil could react.

The screams sounded the moment Qin Han rushed into the crowd, the tyrannical killing intent surging in his body, and a bloodthirsty desire rose in his heart. Every swing of the machete almost always brings out an afterimage, slashing everything in front of it into pieces.

"Kill~!" Hand-to-hand combat, the most primitive way of killing, stimulates people's most primitive desires.

The furious black figure cut through the devil's encirclement with little effort like a hot steel knife cutting through butter, and then turned around and fought back again.

There are no moves, no blocks, all the figures that appear in sight are all enemies, and the machete is swung again and again, taking away one life after another.

The modified body was like a killing machine, crushing everything that got in the way in front of it.

The devils have already been killed, and whether they are humans or beasts, they will have a fear from the bottom of their hearts when facing such a ferocious opponent.

Under Qin Han's machete, no devil could keep an intact corpse, whether they blocked it or not, the machete that swept quickly would cut through the obstruction, cut into their bodies, and then appear from the other side of the body, taking away their lives.

"Run~" "Devil~" "Run, run, he's a demon~" After a few minutes of killing, the devil was completely killed, and one by one he only hated his parents for missing two legs, and quickly retreated out of the position.

In the face of machine guns and rifles, these devils may be able to rush forward without changing their faces, but in the face of Qin Han, they do not have the courage to challenge. The tragic killing was too bloody, and some devils who survived later never forgot that killing, even on the day they died.