When everyone walked in from the entrance, Xiao Yuanchao followed, and the last one walked in N update the fastest He clearly saw the eyes of the two old men, which was a kind of helpless and incomprehensible light.

But this light did not cause him any confusion, maybe it was really not Khamba's intention to fight ten thousand people, but when many people thought like this, it did become war.

The valley was full of people, dense like locusts. But in terms of numbers, there are absolutely not 10,000 people, it would be nice to have a few thousand. The so-called 10,000-person fight is not worthy of the name, but is there a difference? No, there is no difference at all. It's the same fighting, it's the same killing everyone you can see.

The only difference is that relatively few people have died, and perhaps many years have passed, and many people's dreams of the Kham temple have been shattered. Not everyone has this kind of courage, and not everyone has the consciousness to die.

A qiē is all voluntary, and here in the world, volunteerism is always the greatest.

Xiao Yuanchao stood in the corner of the very edge, trying to avoid the stronger and stand with the weak. He knows very well that there is no absolute target for this kind of fighting, and the closer to the edge, the more security can be guaranteed in the early stage.

It's a way of fighting when you attack someone else, and someone else attacks you. Don't leave anything to chance, and don't think that your strength is enough to subvert a qiē. When you have a dozen enemies behind you, even if you are outrageously strong, you will die a miserable death.

The people standing in the valley are very consciously divided into teams, large and small, shrinking from each other, leaving a gap to distinguish clearly. There are very few people who don't join the team, and almost all of them are leaning on the edge, trying to keep their backs against the rocks so that their big rear is safe and worrying.

Occupying the center of the valley was a team of Europeans and Americans, a team of about 100 people, composed of whites and blacks; On the north side of the valley is a Japanese team, numbering about forty people; On the south side of the valley is a group of Tibetans, about 60 in total; On the east and west sides are two Han Chinese teams, and there are also dozens of people up and down. In addition, there are hundreds of teams, but in terms of numbers, all of them are not as large as the most central European and American teams.

But on the whole, Han Chinese and Tibetans account for the vast majority, while Europeans, Americans, Indians, Japanese, Koreans, and so on account for the small half. According to Khamba's selection criteria, these Europeans and Americans had to kill as many Han and Tibetans as possible in order to ensure their final victory.

The criterion for Kham is that half or more of the students recruited each year must be Tibetans or Han Chinese.

Under this standard, Europe and the United States do not have an advantage. Again, this means that they will join forces in an effort to massacre Tibetans and Han Chinese. If the slaughter is not enough, they simply have no chance of becoming cadets.

And judging from the division of forces, they occupy a disadvantage. How to move back to the disadvantage, perhaps they already know very well.

The valley, which was less than 10,000 people, was full of thousands, and everyone picked up their weapons and held them in their hands. These weapons include rifles, shotguns, katanas, machetes, shovels, and many more.

Killing 10,000 people does not limit the use of weapons, and if you have the ability, you can get even a nuclear warhead and bring it in. Because the Kham Temple does not admit that ten thousand people fight, according to their words, this kind of fight is like this for most people, so there will be ten thousand people fighting.

No one knows exactly when it will start, but Xiao Yuanchao does.

When he saw that everyone was leaking out their weapons, he knew that this was a fight without any orders. When some people, or one person, can't help it, the fight will be like a spark falling into a gasoline barrel, and it will immediately burn violently.

Because this was not recognized by Khamba, even Kham sent people to dissuade him. Without restrictions on weapons, there would naturally be no order to begin. One qiē and one qiē are the process of the evolution of people's hearts, under the common dream, under the single-plank bridge faced by thousands of troops.

"Huh!"

A Nepalese man standing beside Xiao Yuanchao pulled out two hand-forged Nepalese scimitars, holding them in one hand and holding them in the other. Grabbing the scimitar, he took a step back with great vigilance, his goshawk-like eyes looking around him.

Nepalese scimitar, also known as the Gurkha knife, is not only the national sword of Nepal, but also a saber that symbolizes the honor of soldiers.

This is a broad-nosed scimitar with a wide front part to distribute weight at the end of the blade to increase the speed and power of the cut. This knife can easily cut off a person's head, and is easier to cut off the bones and muscles of enemies than a normal knife.

The Nepalese scimitar drawn out by this Nepalese man was obviously specially machined, and its length was twice that of a normal Nepalese scimitar, which was 80 centimeters. The broad-headed blade is three times as long as it used to be at 80 centimeters. If you are cut by this knife, you can cut a person off in seconds.

Xiao Yuanchao slowly took out his pistol, pointed at the Nepalese beside him without hesitation, stared at the other party's constricted pupils, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunfire rang out suddenly, and the Nepalese man, who had just drawn his scimitar, fell to the ground, blood spraying wildly from the back of his head.

The gunfire came so suddenly, it immediately plunged the noisy valley into a dead silence, an absolute silence that could be clearly heard even when a needle landed!

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Xiao Yuanchao, watching him slowly put away the pistol, leaning over and picking up the two terrifying scimitars that the Nepalese held in his hands.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I like your knives." Xiao Yuanchao picked up the double knife and waved it lightly, feeling the terrifying power coming from the blade.

"It's a good knife!" Xiao Yuanchao smiled.

The moment he smiled, the valley that had fallen into dead silence erupted. Everyone began to use their weapons to launch crazy and bloody attacks on the nearest people.

It was as if Xiao Yuanchao's laughter was the clarion call for the beginning, indicating that the blood-soaked battle would begin with his satisfied smile!

Yes, it was Xiao Yuanchao's horn of fighting. When he had his eye on two knives, when he made the first decision to snatch the two knives he had his eye, he sent out the horn of fighting! Ignited the burst powder keg!

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bang! Bang! Boom! ……”

"Ahh ……”

"Poof!"

"Whew! Sneer......"

“……”

The gunshots rang out, but the gunshots only rang out at the beginning, and were immediately drowned out by the sound of cold weapons tearing apart human bodies.

In a valley crowded with thousands of people, hot weapons are never as good as cold weapons, and the wielders of hot weapons will be regarded as the biggest threat and will be eliminated as soon as possible!

This is the reason why Xiao Yuanchao grabbed the knife, in this environment, the cold soldier is king!