One hit misses, thousands of miles away, this combat method is quite a bit of an ancient killer style.

But this is meaningless to Wan Tang.

Because before hiding, just by the direction of the gunshot, Wan Tang had already locked the location of the sneak attacker.

He wanted to get close to the other party as soon as possible, kill them, and then continue to interrogate the sheepdogs, but he didn't expect the sneak attacker to get up and run away.

The moment he caught up, Wan Tang noticed that the clothes on the other party were army green camouflage uniforms.

He thought of Zheng Weimin and the others, who were also dressed like this.

Wan Tang immediately decided, follow the sneak attackers, and there is Commander Yang's army ahead!

Looking at the back of the sneak attacker, Wan Tang chuckled in his heart.

Gentleman's revenge, wait a few minutes!

In such a dense forest, it is not easy to follow a person without being discovered, but fortunately, this is Wan Tang's home field after recovering his self-consciousness and living for more than two years, so although it is not easy, it is not too difficult.

The two of them were always about thirty to fifty meters together, and the direction of the sneak attackers had always remained in a straight line, which made Wan Tang even more firmly convinced that the sheep commanders were ahead.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Wan Tang to see the shadows and crowds in the bushes directly in front of him.

Wan Tang suddenly sped up, shortening the distance between the two to about ten meters, and before the sneak attacker noticed him, he threw out the woodcutter in his hand, and the sneak attacker who heard the wind just turned around, and what caught his eye was the larger and larger handle of the woodcutter.

"Knock"

The sneak attacker was smashed forward in response, but his reaction was not slow, and when he touched the ground, he took advantage of the momentum to roll, and his body immediately faced Wan Tang in a half-squatting posture, and the gun was also held in his hand.

However, Wan Tang's combat experience had already prepared him, and before the sneak attacker's fingers entered the trigger hole, Wan Tang had already rushed in front of him, his right leg swept out like a whip and lightning, and the rifle in the sneak attacker's hand was horizontally against his own chest, knocking him into the mouth and foaming blood, and falling backwards on his back.

By sweeping out the potential energy of his right leg, Wan Tang rotated his body in a circle, and when he faced the sneak attacker again, his right arm had already bent up, and he fell down one after the other with the sneak attacker, but the sneak attacker's body was against the ground, and Wan Tang's elbow was against his throat.

There was a tooth-aching click, and the sneak attacker didn't even have a half-time struggle, and his eyes widened because of the fragmentation and collapse of his throat, and he whimpered for his life.

Wan Tang turned over, stared at the sky with waveless eyes, and sighed softly.

This was the first person he killed after returning to reality, but it wasn't the one who made him particularly want to kill.

If he could, he would rather knock them unconscious, as he had done with the sheepdogs, or simply mutilate one of their limbs so that they would always remember the lesson.

It's not that he's soft-hearted, it's just that he doesn't really want to kill. In the journey through the world, he has killed enough, until he regards killing as something more ordinary than eating, sleeping, or even breathing, numb and natural, like a killing machine, without humanity.

Of course, it's not that he can't kill, but if he has to kill, he hopes to have more reasons, or when the enemy is stronger than him, instead of casually killing an ordinary person like now, this feeling is a bit like bullying the weak, after all, in his opinion, all ordinary people are weak to him.

But the situation just now is indeed a bit of a last resort.

Although the sneak attacker was an ordinary human, he had obviously been systematically trained, and his physical fitness and reflexes were much better than the previous sheepdogs, so that when Wan Tang threw out the woodcutter, the sneak attacker immediately turned around when he heard the wind, although he was still hit, but he perfectly avoided the weakness that Wan Tang was aiming at - the back of the head.

The back of the human body is a very delicate place, where the nerves and blood vessels are dense, and it is easy to cause death under a heavy blow, but if the force is used properly, the victim will quickly faint due to insufficient blood supply to the brain, so that it is convenient for Wan Tang to deal with it later.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the sneak attacker avoids the weak point attack of the back chest, because the woodcutter still hit his forehead, and a normal person's forehead was smashed so hard, which one is not dizzy and dizzy? But the sneak attacker reacted the moment he fell to the ground, and put on an offensive posture as soon as he got up.

At this time, whether the sneak attacker shot or shouted, it would alarm the sheep commander in the distance, and Wan Tang could only helplessly launch a follow-up attack and swept it over with a whip leg.

In terms of combat awareness, Wan Tang is definitely a rare top existence among human beings, but his physical fitness is just an ordinary person.

So although he swept the attacker with one leg and vomited blood, the calf bone caused a slight bone crack due to the direct collision with the metal gun body.

Wan Tang could endure the sharp pain in his calf, but such an injury would inevitably affect his subsequent combat effectiveness, and as long as the sneak attacker got a gap of one second, he might immediately attract Commander Yang!

Helpless, almost reflexive, Wan Tang could only kill the other party in one fell swoop.

Looking at the dead sneak attacker, Wan Tang's heart was full of regret, he couldn't imagine that his first killing in the real world would be so hasty.

But for the death of the sneak attacker, Wan Tang was not a burden at all.

Since what people are doing is a conscience-losing act such as human trafficking, they must have already made the consciousness that one day they will die unexpectedly. Wan Tang would not have pity for such people.

He moved his body carefully, trying not to let the muscles get into the pain of his calf bones. He then picked up the scattered M416 and the woodcutter, and struggled to stand up with them, walking towards the bushes next to him.

Although he was sure that the battle movement just now was very small and should not attract the sheep commanders who had been discovered before, it was better to be cautious at this time. With the speed at which his body recovers, it will take a few minutes for the calf bone injury to recover to a level where he can walk normally, and during this time, it is better to avoid fighting as much as possible.

Just as he was about to use his hand to remove the leaves of the bushes, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the direction of Commander Sheep.

Not one, but the strafing of several guns, the silence of the forest seemed to be thrown into a burst of lit firecrackers, crackling, crackling, suddenly lively.

At the first moment when the gunshots came, Wan Tang subconsciously used one foot to exert his strength, and his body fell into the bushes with a crooked body.

He muttered in his heart: Was it discovered?