Zhan Xia Ge pulled out his tiger tooth fighting saber with his left hand, and when he saw that Zhan Xia Ge had lost his pistol, he threw the last few steel strands in the needle bag at Zhan Xia Ge together, and at the same time, the assassin pulled out another fighting saber from nowhere and pounced on Zhan Xia Ge.

Speaking of melee combat, the Assassin was 100% sure that he had injured his right shoulder and was drugged, so he could only be killed with his left hand!

It's time to put an end to the life of this respectable enemy!

Looking at the assassin who pounced like a cheetah, and at the fighting saber in his hand that flashed with a cold glow and almost wanted to choose someone to devour, Zhan Xia Ge suddenly laughed, his right hand was raised like lightning, and in an impossible situation, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded in his empty right hand!

Yes, it's a thunderous roar. Because in the hands of Zhan Xia Ge, he hid a "palm thunder" miniature self-defense pistol that he found from the corpse of a Chechen officer, which was absolutely small and lethal but could not be ignored!

A brilliant ball of blood also exploded from the Assassin's right shoulder, and the Assassin let out a scream, his body suddenly rolled on the ground in a ball, and a second palm thunderbolt hit the place where his body had just rolled, exploding a wave of mud.

The assassin bounced off the ground again, he quickly picked up the fighting saber thrown on the ground and rushed towards the warrior song, the biggest advantage of the miniature self-defense pistol of "palm thunder" is that the body of the gun is very small, not as big as an adult's palm, it is better to use than a surprise, it is definitely a necessary weapon for home travel to kill people and set fires; But again, due to its size, it can only hold two bullets at a time!

The assassin will never give Zhan Xia Ge a second chance to reload his bullets, although everyone is injured in the right arm, but he is the son of Dashan, he once killed a lone wolf with his bare hands when he was twelve years old, he dared to fight with a cheetah when he was fifteen years old, as long as he was given a chance to fight in close combat, Zhan Xia Ge would still die under his knife.

"Poof......!"

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly opened his mouth and spit hard, a golden streamer instantly stabbed the assassin's eyes, a small and lovely bullet with a golden brilliance, tumbling and jumping in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, greeted by a palm thunder pistol that had thrown off two bullet shells that were still smoking lightly!

The assassin's heart almost stopped beating in an instant, all the sweat pores of his body suddenly contracted and then suddenly opened together, he watched the [***] man in front of him, with one hand to open the "palm thunder" pistol, with an almost acrobatic action, the spit bullet into the bomb bay, and then he hooked his fingers, and the "palm thunder" pistol was re-insured.

"Bang!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, under the slightly regretful gaze of the warrior song, the assassin's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head, looking at his chest in disbelief.

"Did I get hit by him?"

"Am I really going to die?"

"It hurts...... But why do I feel a sense of relief in my heart?! ”]

……

The Assassin found that his vitality was rapidly draining with the blood spurting out of his chest, and in order to increase the "instantaneous pause" of the "Palm Thunder" pistol bullet, which is what we usually call lethality, the warrior song used the Tiger Tooth Fighting Saber to carve a cross-shaped imprint on the warhead of each bullet, which is absolutely not allowed to exist in the Neiva Convention. It was just a small and cute bullet that caused a bowl-sized blow to the assassin's chest.

The assassin stepped back step by step, until his back rested against a solid birch tree, and he finally stood there tremblingly, looking at the bloodstained lips of the warrior song, and he suddenly remembered that the warrior song had used his left hand to wipe the blood there. It was probably at that time that the warrior song quietly put that deadly bullet in his mouth, right?

Zhan Xia Ge pulled out the dart on his right shoulder, and he carefully examined the dart in his hand that still had his blood on it. This turned out to be a rough weapon made of materials cut out of several layers of aluminum alloy soda cans, superimposed on top of each other, and made in their own hands. Zhan Xia Ge shook his right shoulder in confusion, and there was a numb feeling on his shoulder, so that he didn't feel that the wound was very painful, and other than that, what was smeared on this dart didn't seem to leave him with other problems.

I don't know why, Zhan Xia Ge can clearly feel that there is an indescribable pride in this man's weapon. Without this pride, on a weapon with limited lethality, this man should have applied a more lethal poison, not an anesthetic extracted from herbs, which can only temporarily inactivate living beings!

Seeing the confusion in the assassin's eyes, Zhan Xia Ge whispered: "Don't be surprised, when we were training, we had a course, which was to use various methods to increase the body's resistance to various anesthetics. If you want to use anesthetics to make my body lose control, it takes at least three Chengren to be enough. The anesthetic on your dart is so ineffective! ”

The Assassin couldn't understand what the Warrior Song was saying, but he nodded understandingly, he was the son of the mountain, and his understanding of the nature of life far surpassed that of some so-called experts and scholars.

Staring at the assassin with an almost innocent purity in his eyes, and even more revealing a trace of unyielding unwillingness, a trace of regret flashed in Zhan Xia Ge's eyes.

What a pity!

This man as young as him has a better talent for a warrior than him, and if he can receive formal and rigorous military training, instead of fighting with an almost primitive method and weapon, he will surely become the strongest professional soldier in the world!

Zhan Xia Ge threw out the dart made of soda cans in his hand vigorously, watching the dart draw a beautiful arc in the air and nail it to a birch tree, the assassin's eyes finally couldn't hide a trace of horror, this [***] person, even use the weapon he invented!

The Assassins really didn't know that in the era when cold weapons were still used in combat, there was a profession called "ninja" in a small country called "Zomoto". These special groups, who have been trained inhumanly, who have abandoned family and friendship, and who exist only to kill and be killed, have created similar flying weapons. In addition to being able to use any firearm and drive any vehicle or warplane, the trainees of the Fifth Special Force must also be able to understand the special surnames and principles of each type of cold weapon.

The Song of Warriors deliberately stabbed the assassin's dart into his right shoulder, causing him to lose all his guns and only use the illusion of fighting sabers with tiger teeth, to attract the assassin to give up dodging and attack him.

Zhan Xia Ge bets on people's surnames, and he bets on a warrior who will never give up the opportunity to kill the target with one blow!

As a result, the Song of Warriors succeeded.

The Assassin lost unjustly!

He didn't lose to the military skills of the Battle Hero Song, in this mountain and dense forest, even if he used the most primitive weapons, looking at the whole world, few people could successfully kill him. He lost to Zhan Xia Ge's creative surname as a professional soldier, and the terrible war wisdom that dared to break through the cauldron and use himself as bait to break and stand up!

In this way, with sympathetic eyes, he looked at the assassin whose face was getting paler and paler, but he was struggling to lie on the ground, and he knew that something must have happened to this young child like a beast, which made him instinctively resist and fall to the ground.

Is it because he used to be so hungry that his legs were weak and he could only lie in the same land and the same jungle, silently waiting for death, or was he when he was weak, in order to escape from the claws of the beast, he once pretended to be dead and lay on the ground, allowing an equally hungry beast to starve to death to constantly test him?!

The assassin is a man who fights each other for life and death, but at this time, Zhan Xia Ge can no longer have the slightest hostility, looking at this man, Zhan Xia Ge can't help but think of the endless majestic mountains he faced on the mountain training ground, and in this man's body, there is a rough and innocent taste like nature.

With his trembling hands, the Assassin pulled out a chocolate chip stained with his blood from his pocket, but he could no longer put it in his mouth. Zhan Xia Ge took a step forward and gently took the chocolate bean, he wanted to use his own hands to help the assassin wipe the chocolate bean clean, but now his hands were also stained with blood, rubbing and rubbing, the whole small chocolate bean was already stained with the blood of two men with the same beast-like temperament!

The Warrior Song gently put the chocolate chip into the assassin's mouth, and at this moment the assassin tasted the bitter and sweet taste of chocolate, and tasted the taste of his own blood and that of the [***] person in front of him, and on his simple face, which made people's hearts sour, there was a trace of satisfied happiness. The assassin whispered, "Thank you, thank you, friend of the mountain!" ”

Listening to the assassin's voice, Zhan Xia Ge only felt his heartstrings tremble slightly, only a person like him, who also had a deep affection for the mountain, would hear the strange feelings that were inexplicable from the assassin's voice.

Warrior Song picked up the self-defense pistol he had thrown from the ground to lure the enemy deeper, re-equipped it with a magazine, and then he pulled out a blood-containing hemostatic bandage from his pocket and wrapped the wound on his shoulder tightly. Warrior Song's gaze suddenly fell on the dart stuck in the birch tree, and Warrior Song threw an inquiring look at the Assassin, who nodded lightly at Warrior Song.

Zhan Xia Ge carefully wrapped such a dangerous "weapon" that was never suitable for keeping with him in a piece of cloth, and then treasured it and hid it in his arms.

He really won't forget about this man.

It was this man who told the war hero song that it turned out that a human could be so perfectly integrated with the environment, so perfect that he could not find any traces of him when he checked it carefully and repeatedly, and it was so perfect that he woke up suddenly until a saber cut his neck, which made him feel ...... for this man Saddened!

And the terrifying speed of the assassin, which is no less agile than that of an ape, makes Zhan Xia Ge see the almost terrifying power of a person when he is constantly developing and optimizing his physical potential!

Warrior Song gave a serious military salute to the assassin who was still standing there quietly. In a way, the Assassin is an absolute outlier of the Warrior Song, but it is enough for him to get rid of his self-righteousness, get rid of being a "fang", and slowly start to breed pride...... Teacher.

Silently watching the figure of Zhan Xia Ge slowly disappear into the depths of the dense forest, the assassin slowly exhaled a long breath and said softly, "Goodbye...... Friend. I often describe myself as the wolf of the jungle, but I must admit that you are the king of the jungle, and you are a real tiger of the jungle! ”

Raising his head, the Assassin looked at the green canopy above his head, listening to the sound of the treetops being swept by the wind, the Assassin hugged the birch tree behind him tightly with his backhand, and raised a quiet smile on his face that was beyond the mortal valley, only belonging to the fields and mountains, and he said softly: "Mother Earth, I am tired, your son wants to ...... Homecoming! ”

An eagle, proudly spreading its two-metre-long wings, skimmed over the mountains above the Assassin's head, and at the same time, the Assassin slowly closed his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the AK automatic rifle in Zhao Haiping's hand stained with mud and leaves rang out, and he had already locked on Zhao Haiping's poisoned arrow with the scope, and with the sniper rifle that had accompanied him through countless bloody battles, he fell to the ground, and he thought regretfully in his heart: "Alas, it's just a little bit!" ”

In the sniper duel, the difference between life and death is in this point.

"Boom!"

The poisoned arrow detonated the grenade that he had prepared long ago, and the sniper rifle in his hand was blown into six or seven pieces in the smoke of the grenade's explosion.

Poison Arrow used his actual actions to fulfill his promise to Ma Kai-shek, the captain of Amira's bodyguards: "Don't worry, even if I die, I won't let them have a chance to get the weapon in my hand, and of course I won't give them a chance to use the weapon in my hand to shoot down the straight plane you pilot!" ”

Since in the competition, whether it is fighting or shooting, he completely lost to Ma Kai-shek, and as a man, Poison Arrow will fulfill his promise no matter what!

Because whether it's poisoned arrows, or assassins, or every brother around them, they all grew up from the flames of war, real men!

(To be continued)