Rampage? Brutal? Bloodthirsty? Murderous? ……

These adjectives can be given to the same person without any obtrusion. And when all of this is embodied in one person, it is the darkness of horror to scream.

"Whew!" With a bang, Xiao Yuanchao, who was lying on the ground, jumped up without warning, letting the blood red burst out of his body in front of everyone, and rushed away in one direction.

"Alive! Lived! ”

"Not dead! Not dead! ”

"Shoot! Shoot! ……”

“……”

It's a pity that at a distance of fifty meters, there is no gun that can lock on to Xiao Yuanchao. With the exoskeleton in his possession, he only needed seconds to complete a fifty-meter dash and rush into the enemy pile before anyone had time to do so.

"Da Da Da ......"

The warhead shot weakly, losing Xiao Yuanchao's figure.

"Ahh ……”

"Ah!! ……”

“……”

The screams sounded again, and Xiao Yuanchao, who rushed into the militants, once again launched a massacre. And this massacre was definitely more brutal and ferocious than the last, because he was facing hundreds of militants.

This means that he can kill more and unleash his tyranny completely!

With a knife and a gun, Xiao Yuanchao looked like crazy, and under the absolute speed advantage, he killed as much as he wanted. At this time, Xiao Yuanchao had already forgotten about it, life and death were not important to him at all, what was important was how to vent the erupting volcano.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

"Da Da Da ......"

"Poof! Burst! ……”

The chaotic gunfire was sandwiched with the sound of clear blades slashing across his body, no one could dodge Xiao Yuanchao's attack, and no one was his enemy.

After the bullet of the Desert Eagle exploded the heads of several militants, it was discarded by Xiao Yuanchao, and he took out a saber that was even more terrifying than the Nepalese saber: the Triangular Army Thorn!

"Poof!"

The Triangular stabbed one of the militants in the chest, piercing it directly. A large stream of blood spurted out wildly along the three wide blood troughs, burning heavily on Xiao Yuanchao's hands.

He spun his body sharply, and the moment he pulled out the three-edged military spur, with the power of the twist, the Nepalese saber in his left hand slashed hard at the other militant.

"Whew!"

The broad blade slashed off one of the opponent's shoulders, and at the same time, the blood-stained triangular stab stabbed into the crotch of another militant from the bottom up, deep into the lower abdomen.

Blood is spurring, minced meat is flying, Xiao Yuanchao is grinding meat, grinding meat that never stops. Instead of decreasing his power over time and consumption, he became stronger. It's like a device that never knows tiredness, always working, always working.

It has become a white-knuckle battle, facing a white-knuckle battle with a hot weapon in his hand with a knife and a stab.

Everyone knows that the era of cold weapons has long passed, and in the face of hot weapons, cold weapons have become vulnerable. But that's not the only truth, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, the advantage of thermal weapons will be lost, especially in the chaotic hand-to-hand combat of multiple people.

If the hot weapons were enough to deal with hand-to-hand combat, then the Eighth Route Army would not have staged a battle like bayonet white-knuckle combat and broadsword team when it fought with devils during World War II.

Do you know what Broadsword Team is? The broadsword team is that all the team members carry the big knife on their backs and rush towards the devil without their lives. Row by row lay on the ground under the muzzle of the gun, but they continued to charge under faith, using their flesh and blood to open a path to victory for the broadsword team behind them.

Three hundred fierce broadsword teams who are not afraid of death may die hundreds or even two hundred, but as long as they can rush in, it will be a nightmare for devils.

At close range, the power of the broadsword is definitely stronger than any hot weapon. And in fact, it is not uncommon for a cold weapon like the Broadsword Team to win against a hot weapon, provided that the opponent is successfully hand-to-hand!

At this time, Xiao Yuanchao was fighting with this method of cold soldiers in the era of hot weapons, which was the most effective and appropriate!

In addition, there is another point, close hand-to-hand combat can feel the taste of blood more, and it can let him release his ferocity to the fullest!

A puff of hot blood sprayed on Xiao Yuanchao's body, staining layer after layer, becoming extremely viscous. I don't know how many people's blood was thrown away along with Xiao Yuanchao's body movements, and it looked like a red celestial maiden scattering flowers.

The militants could not shoot, so they could only choose to engage Xiao Yuanchao in hand-to-hand combat. But they couldn't hurt Xiao Yuanchao in hand-to-hand combat at all, because Xiao Yuanchao was too strong!

How can someone who can defeat the king of martial arts in the world not be tough? How could a demon who could rush in and engage them in a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight with the strength of one person not be fierce?

There were dead bodies everywhere, blood everywhere. The armed organization wanted to get rid of this demon, but their speed was too slow and slow, and it was completely disproportionate to Xiao Yuanchao.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, and it was outrageously bleak. In fact, the sunset in Iraq is so bleak every day, quietly watching the scorched earth in the smoke of artillery fire, watching the bloody interpretation of the north of Basra.

Watching this scene with the setting sun was also a team of explosion-proof convoys of the 101st Airborne Forces of the United States, who did not make any intention of interfering, but just stared at the slaughter of Xiao Yuanchao who had completely turned into a mechanical movement.

"This is an Assassin ......," exclaimed Colonel Thomson, "a bloodthirsty mad assassin......"

Thomson couldn't help but sigh, he had experienced and seen too many battles, but he had never seen a warrior who could compete with hundreds of people on his own and have the absolute upper hand.

The rays of the setting sun reflected on Xiao Yuanchao, who was killing people, showing a dazzling red. This red color is not the color of the blood burning in Xiao Yuanchao's body, but the color of the blood of hundreds of people.

Intense, dazzling, and breathtaking......

"It's beautiful!" On a tall building in Basra City, a well-dressed middle-aged white man held a telescope and said to Xu Haibo beside him with pleasure: "Red, murderous, this is a red murderer. ”

"Yes, sir." Xu Haibo nodded respectfully.

"Do we need to provoke such people?" The middle-aged white man asked.

"If you think you need it, you need it, and if you think you don't need it, you don't need it." Xu Haibo said quite tactfully.

"This is how you Chinese speak?" The middle-aged white man put down the binoculars, gently brushed his meticulous hair, and said to Xu Haibo: "If you can, you won't provoke, this kind of person is a fanatic who can destroy the miè world for a little thing." He's Chinese, right? Hehe, you Chinese always open my eyes. ”

"Sir......" Xu Haibo wanted to speak and stopped.

"Make someone who will let this red murderer rescue him, only then can he take away his anger." The middle-aged white man said while walking down gracefully: "Sometimes you have to believe in the power of a person, if you have seen Mr. Zhao Ziyang's personal ability. Dare to make a bet with me? Basra will be plunged into a catastrophe, worse than the invasion of the United States. ”

Xu Haibo didn't speak, just frowned behind the middle-aged white man who couldn't see it, and then left in the footsteps of the other party......