Chapter Twenty-Three: Black and White

Guo Xiaoqiang, who lost his weapon, was nothing more than a good meal in front of the werewolf, Guo Xiaoqiang did not give up, even if he used his fists, he would never be restrained by the enemy. The werewolf raised his claws and waved them at Guo Xiaoqiang.

Guo Xiaoqiang has seen the power of werewolf claws in the video, and the sharpness can claw out a few dents on the cement wall. Guo Xiaoqiang didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to retreat hard, even if Guo Xiaoqiang took a step back, he still felt that his chest was wet, because the werewolf's nails still scraped Guo Xiaoqiang's chest when Guo Xiaoqiang retreated, there is no doubt that if Guo Xiaoqiang didn't retreat, the werewolf's claw would definitely dig out Guo Xiaoqiang's heart!

Guo Xiaoqiang touched the wound on his chest with his hand, then looked at the blood on his hand, and smiled coldly, after all, it was because of his stubbornness that he killed himself, and no fox is still insignificant in this world.

The werewolf's first attack was not completely successful, and immediately launched a second attack, this time it was the whole body that jumped towards Guo Xiaoqiang. Guo Xiaoqiang also gritted his teeth and was ready to use all his strength to greet the werewolf with his back swing fist, and the result can be imagined......

Just when the werewolf was still in the air, Guo Xiaoqiang saw a flash of white light, and the werewolf was directly cut off by the waist and fell at Guo Xiaoqiang's feet.

I'm sorry, Brother Qiang, you can beat or scold the fox, please don't drive the fox away, okay? I will protect you in this life and this life until the fox dies. The fox stood in front of Guo Xiaoqiang with tears in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong.

Guo Xiaoqiang couldn't help but smile bitterly, if there was no fox, he would have been a corrupt corpse a long time ago, how could he let her be so humble in front of him? Guo Xiaoqiang wiped away the tears on the fox's face with some doting with his hand, and said gently: Fox, I will not murder you or scold you again in the future, let alone drive you away.

Brother Qiang, don't you blame the fox? The fox blinked his clear and transparent eyes and looked at Guo Xiaoqiang expectantly.

Silly boy, if you hadn't appeared, I Guo Xiaoqiang would have died again today, and you would have saved me twice. Guo Xiaoqiang replied, at this time, the mountain next to Guo Xiaoqiang suddenly thundered, and the sword light soared into the sky.

Guo Xiaoqiang said to the fox: Ma Ling'er must be in danger, let's go help her.

The fox nodded and flew straight up the mountain with Guo Xiaoqiang. It turned out that the local military police found the werewolf's base in a stone cave on the mountain after reconnaissance and tracking, because there were only more than 100 troops patrolling the mountain, and the werewolves were no less than 50. Even if humans are equipped with top-level equipment, one werewolf can top twenty people, and the ratio of two to one tonight, plus the night in the woods is more beneficial to werewolves, so they have eliminated two werewolves but have already lost more than half of them!

The military and police who dared to go to the mountains and forests to search were not afraid of sacrifice, and after breaking more than half of the people, the captain of the team contacted the headquarters to the headquarters while retreating, and asked them to evacuate the crowd at the foot of the mountain urgently, and if necessary, they directly bombed the mountain.

During the retreat of the captain, there were continuous sacrifices, and the last two dozen or so people were all scarred, and they were forced into a slightly spacious open space by the werewolves that appeared everywhere, and in order to prevent loopholes, they all formed a circle back to back and became a defensive posture.

Every now and then, two werewolves would appear in their field of vision, and then disappear into the woods after a burst of strafing from them, at which point someone shouted, "Captain, I have no bullets."

Many brothers also shouted: We don't have many bullets left.

The captain thought for a moment and said, "It seems that these brutes are deliberately consuming our bullets, and when we run out of ammunition, they will rush up and tear us to pieces."