I stared closely at a patrol team out of sight, suddenly snatched the glasses that Changsun Ting was pinching in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "This is a dead game that we must solve, it seems that we can only put ourselves in the game first and then improvise to find flaws in the chess game." At this point, we can no longer explain our mistake with just a misunderstanding, our luck is really back, we made these glasses just in case, but I didn't expect it to really work. There is only one glass, we can only go alone, you stay here to pick me up! ”

Before the eldest grandson had time to react, I bent down and rushed out of the place where we were hiding, as the so-called planning is in the sky, and there is no last resort, but it is just a legend made up in the novel of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in order to create the character of Zhuge Liang. In my opinion, only having enough data to know oneself and the enemy, and being able to adapt to changes on the battlefield, is the real way to success!

Although my melee combat ability is far lower than that of the professional bodyguard I killed, I have loved the military since I was a child, and I did a lot of hard work for a few days while studying, and I learned a lot of strange life-saving tricks from my father's guards. I bent over and leaned forward at a strange angle of forty-five degrees, the strength of the whole body was gathered on the toes, every time the body fell to the ground with the toes, after a proper cushion and then quietly attached to the ground, and then exerted all the force to eject myself, the speed is no less than that of a normal person on the flat road to sprint with all his strength, in the eyes of others, I am like a reckless guy whose center of gravity has been unstable, and if I don't run with all my strength, I will fall to the ground.

I was taught this running technique by a master of fighting who was proficient in the martial arts of the Southern School, and it is said that he also studied the ninjutsu of the Motomoto, and although he was quite disdainful of the absolutely perverted training method without a surname, he still developed this set of tricks called "Cat Step" from the ninja's stealth raid technique.

In just a few seconds, I quietly sprinted out of fifty meters, and at the edge of the infrared rays, my body suddenly pounced forward, and when the whole person reached the ground, it had curled up into a ball, and quickly rolled forward with the habit of my body, until I was sure that I had rolled out of twenty meters, and then I supported my hands and jumped lightly.

At this moment, the corners of my eyes suddenly jumped several times, and I quickly looked around, and I couldn't help shouting, "Not good! ”

The searchlights on the guard towers on the east and west sides are one left and one right, and they are swept at the same time as violating the law, and the footsteps can be faintly heard from behind while lying on the ground.

Seeing a manhole cover for a sewer less than two meters away from me, I picked up the iron cover without thinking, and the whole person jumped into the sewer less than one meter deep.

"Plop!"

There was darkness in front of my eyes, the splashed sludge covered my face, I subconsciously opened my mouth to breathe, but inhaled a foul smell, some messy rotten things mixed with the mud poured into my mouth, my throat was stimulated to an irrepressible spasm, I was about to vomit, I closed my eyes and plunged into the sludge more than half a foot thick, at the same time I finally couldn't help but start vomiting wildly, my stomach juice and the meal I just ate tonight rushed out of my throat, and it was just a few bubbles in the sludge.

Just after spitting I inhibitibly took a deep breath, the foul-smelling sludge was sucked into the throat, at this time the orderly footsteps of the patrol team had come to the top of my head, I could only reach out and twist my big feet, in the almost masochistic ** pain, the sludge mixed with my vomit, little by little down the throat swallowed into my stomach, the kind of momentary mental and ** stimulation to the extreme pain, people who have not experienced it can never imagine.

I lay quietly in the sludge that normal people absolutely can't tolerate, until the lobes of my lungs were about to explode due to lack of oxygen, and the footsteps were so far away that I couldn't hear a single sound, I got up violently and kept vomiting, my eyes were soaked in sludge, I didn't have a clean place on my body to wipe my eyes, my mouth was stuffed with disgusting putrid mud, and after mixing my saliva, it slowly soaked into my taste nerve uncontrollably, and I could only take advantage of the space where I couldn't even vomit out gastric juice. Spat desperately hoping that he would be better.

At this moment, there was a sound of water in front of me, and a stream of dirty water rushed down the sewer, and I picked up this sewage that I didn't know if someone else was washing socks or feet, and first put it in my mouth, and then squirted it out, and then picked up a handful to barely wipe the sludge off my face.

I can't go out now, I smell all over my body, even if it's a few tens of meters away, it will make people feel bad smell, once I get out I will never avoid the pursuit of the patrol again, I lie on my stomach in the low sewer that is only more than half a meter high, and I must raise my head as hard as I can to avoid more sludge splashing on my face as I crawl.

To push my limits, I underwent two months of the toughest survival training in the army, I was able to eat moss that even wild goats wouldn't touch, and I was thrown into an abandoned mine by an instructor and struggled underground for twenty-five hours with only a lighter and a bayonet. In order to replenish my strength, I fought dozens of rats and chewed them alive as my meal, and I still can't forget how I threw a large earthworm whole into my mouth, felt the throbbing of its struggle in my mouth, and then bit down hard with my teeth, and the earthy smell immediately filled my entire mouth.

I went through six months of psychotherapy after leaving the barracks to become a normal person again, not a war machine or a madman. If you want to become an excellent warrior, you are by no means a heroic legend that can be invented by those who are far away from the barracks through their own bold conjectures.

Turning on the pocket flashlight and covering the upwards with the scattered light with my palms, I carefully looked at the low and narrow passage in front of me, like all sewers, it was dark and damp, judging by the building materials on the four walls, this sewer must have a considerable history, about every thirty meters there is a manhole cover welded out of thin steel bars. There weren't too many cobwebs in the sewers, probably because of the high altitude, but some large myriapods walked through them, and as I looked closely, a centipede half a foot long crawled in front of my eyes, and raised its head to look at me, an uninvited guest.

I tried to move forward, and pressed my palm into a slippery and cold sludge, which was a kind of slippery and cold that made people shudder in the bottom of their hearts, and from time to time there was a stench that had been deposited for I don't know how many years. It occurred to me that this environment must be full of methane, that if I stayed in this environment too long, I would die of suffocation due to lack of oxygen, and that it must have been wonderful to think about when someone dragged my body out of the sewer.

Turning off the flashlight, I began to crawl forward with all my might, and in a moment my hands and legs were scratched by the glass shards and sharp stones deposited in the sewer, and I didn't want to think about the color and sight of my bright red blood mixed with the black mud. Every time I climbed under a manhole cover, I held my head high and breathed in the air outside.

In the dark world of the sewers, I silently moved forward alone, because there were no contrasting coordinates, and after a while I lost my sense of distance and time, and I didn't know how long I had climbed to the bottom of the road and how far I had climbed. I kept singing a song for myself:

Pride in the face of ten thousand waves

The blood is like the red light

Courage is like iron and bones are like steel

Thousands of minds and long visions

I work hard to be a good man

To be a good man, you must be self-reliant every day

Hot-blooded men shine brighter than the sun

……

It's this song and the desperate desire to win that keeps me moving forward little by little, I don't know how long I'm going to climb, but I know that every time I climb a step, I'm one step closer to winning! Every time I climbed under a manhole cover, I would wander around, and when I couldn't find anything, I would move on with disappointment and hope.

Finally, I felt something that had been soaked in sludge and dirty water, and there was a sharp hard object in it that pierced my palm, and my heart couldn't help but beat wildly, it was the canvas bag!

I knelt on the sludge and bent over, my trembling hands carefully discerning through a layer of canvas that was yes, the hammer and steel chisel we had used. I've finally found them!

There was a wave of dizziness in my brain, and my body was on the verge of collapse due to excessive lack of oxygen, so I quietly pushed open the manhole cover above my head, revealing half of my head to carefully observe the surrounding environment, but now everything in front of me was tingling, and even my ears were buzzing, and now even if someone was standing in front of me, I might not notice him.

Crawling out of the sewer, I rolled into the corner of the wall and swallowed the fresh air greedily, just when my body and mind were at their most relaxed, a strong hand suddenly slapped my shoulder from behind, and I subconsciously immediately raised my arm and slammed my right elbow back.

The opponent took a diagonal step forward, slashed out a hand knife, easily defused my attack, and there was a pain of almost fracture in my right elbow, and then the opponent turned his palm into a finger and clamped my right elbow, and suddenly threw me out of a full two meters high.

I flattened and fell straight down and had the most intimate contact with the earth, only to hear "Bang! The bones of my whole body let out a painful wail together, and out of nowhere, hundreds of golden bees came out, buzzing and buzzing in front of my eyes and ears, making me dizzy. The terrible opponent rubbed himself up, sat on top of me, and locked my limbs in a manner similar to judo and grappling.

I suddenly raised my upper body to deal with Lu Peng's bodyguard, so I opened my big mouth and bit the other party's throat fiercely, in the face of my wild blow, the other party's body subconsciously moved back, I slammed straight into his arms, smeared his clothes with the mud brought out of the stinky ditch, and without doing anything, I simply opened my big mouth and tried my best to leave two rows of tooth marks on his chest.

"Ahh

There was a snort in my ear, followed by a knife slashing at my neck, which only slammed into my shoulder as my whole head was buried in his arms.

"Crackling ......"

My shoulder blades made a soft crunch like a wooden stick breaking, and I didn't know if my shoulder blades were broken, and I was furious in my heart, and I tried my best to bite his chest muscles but not let go, and the two rows of teeth were like files to crush and gnaw at the prey I had bitten.

"Ahh......h

The other man let out a snort, followed by another hand knife.

"Crackling ......"

I'm really sure my shoulder blade is broken this time, otherwise why would it make me almost jump up and cry three times in pain?

I raised my left hand, which was still moving, and threw a punch upward, and he couldn't hide but to watch as my mud-stained "stinky fist" smashed straight into his chin, "snapping", and felt a burst of warmth on the fist, and he was beaten by me to the point that he didn't know if he had a nosebleed.

"Hahaha......" I let out a smug laugh in my heart, opened my mouth to the largest arc I could ever achieve in my life, took a deep breath, felt his pectorals fill my entire mouth, and then bit down hard, and roared indistinctly from my mouth while biting: "You cut, hit, kick, I fucking fight you!" ”

The opponent's hand knife slashed at me again and again, and each time I retaliated against the strength of my teeth, and finally I took advantage of his negligence to lift him away from me, free my right leg and hit his genitals hard with my knee.

His body arched suddenly, and a girlish whine floated out of his mouth, and with the sound of the cotton cloth tearing, I bit a few rags from his chest, and before I could cheer for my sneak attack, his kick kicked me hard in the chest without any tricks.

What a fucking master!

I was one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, and due to the regular high-intensity physical training, the muscles of my whole body were enough to attract the girl's attention, and I was actually kicked by him and flew upside down, slamming into the wall behind me, and the whole person fell down like a falling apart, and once again smashed on the mysterious opponent who had not yet had time to get up.

I stretched out my hands and stuck his waist and arms, his waist was much more slender than I imagined, but full of flexible bullets, as his body twisted, bursts of explosive power surged out with his waist as the axis, constantly impacting my arms, I was already dizzy from the impact, my arms were broken away little by little, and I saw a piece of snow white in front of me with a little red in the middle, opened Sensen's huge mouth, and swallowed it whole again.

There was a salty smell of sweat rushing into his nose, but there was still a little fragrance of the female surname in it, although his chest muscles were thick enough, but they could only be described as full of elastic surnames, and there was still a long way to go from being hard, filling my entire mouth, like chewing a large piece of gum. Almost instinctively, my tongue licked his pectoral muscles, and after licking a little protruding hard core, I curled my tongue around it a few times......

The hand knife that slashed at my shoulder finally turned into a thrashing like a struggle, and finally the fighter finally brought a little whimper in his voice: "You dead rascal, let go of your stinky mouth, you let go of my ......"

Chapter 11: Fighting Wisely

This fighter who beat me to the point of dizziness and loss of combat effectiveness is a ...... Female?!

I slowly let go of him (she?) The pectoral muscles embedded between my teeth and the tip of my tongue...... It should be said that it is **! It is exposed in the cold wind, a pair of buds are still proudly delicate, the pink * exudes a soft brilliance in the moonlight, it looks like the size is a full 32cm, I have always thought that such a size is most suitable for the body shape of Chinese, the moderate size will not make people look cumbersome, nor will it lose its interest because it is too flat. Looking at the shocking bruises and tooth marks on it, some of which were still stained with the saliva I had left behind, I involuntarily licked my lips and whispered silly, "I should be dreaming, right?" ”

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