Gongsun Murong and Nalasha had never underestimated the people of the Silent Legion, even if it was a reserve, they understood that many times the potential that a warrior could burst out was terrifying.

The two of them know that in special circumstances and circumstances, people will ignore pain, such as in ordinary daily life, if a gangster stabs a person in the stomach with a knife, only to pierce the intestines, this person will also feel unbearable pain and think that he is going to die.

But when it comes to the battlefield, this man has no intention of coming down alive, and when fighting with his life, even if the enemy pierces him through and makes a hole in it, as long as his physical function can theoretically support him to complete the action of fighting bayonets, he will do it.

Now facing the silent army, it is absolutely impossible to think that the other party is seriously injured and lying there**, and can easily walk over and kill it with a knife.

So be careful, be careful, be careful, be careful.

Sure enough, the people left behind by the silent legion were obviously wounded, but there were still people who served as sentry, a total of forty-five people, and there were actually six secret sentry and ten open sentry.

The two of them are very sure that there is no thermal weapon here, otherwise it is guaranteed that the wounded will press a hand ~ thunder or something under him when he lies there, and when he feels that he can't put his hand ~ thunder out and kills you, he will choose to let you shoot him with a gun and not move, and when you turn his body, the treated hand ~ thunder explodes.

This is a very normal thing, for example, the warriors of the galactic civilization, when they first encountered cyborg creatures, they were seriously injured and floated in space, waiting for the enemy to rush to the front and then play and die, otherwise they would rather suffocate themselves to death due to lack of oxygen than commit suicide.

When people reach a certain level, they are so crazy, especially the warriors who have passed the five hundred level assessment.

And it is also a silent legion, when a legion breaks into a name, the soldiers in it will also fight for the last drop of blood for honor, saying that one bird dies and another bird replaces, and the enemy does not retreat and fights endlessly. The warriors inside are guaranteed to be honored at all times.

Now, if you feel that the wounded are easy to bully, you rush over and cut them, and the last death is guaranteed to be yourself.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha were still sanity, and they were not ready to face the forty-five people, especially the forty-five people who had rested for nearly two hours.

They revisited the terrain and considered how they could kill forty-five men without seriously hurting themselves.

After observing for a while, the two found that the wind was relatively strong, and the forty-five people appeared to be weak in terms of their ability to move.

So they quietly gathered firewood and chose a few positions in the upper hand. The lighters given by the system pack were lit one after another, and the damp leaves or something were thrown on the fire.

Smoke rose and was blown by the wind and enveloped downstream.

Some of the viewers watching outside can't bear to watch it, it's too cruel, taking advantage of the inconvenience of others' movements, you two actually let out a cigarette, and then still hold a bow in your hand and wait for others to shoot when they rush out, do you need to be so bad?

Forty-five people reacted as the smoke rose, unlike what most viewers imagined. Instead of immediately running out of the smoke in pain, they lay down at the same time, trying to choose a place with cover, such as a large tree. The grass is dense.

And several people threw themselves down in one place together.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha took advantage of the impression before the ignition to draw their bows and release arrows, and the Lianzhu arrows changed places every time they shot a round.

At this time, the audience outside knew what was going on, vaguely. Forty-five people were divided into more than a dozen groups, and some people were hit by arrows, and immediately the people next to them glanced at the location of the arrows. Pick up the bow and fight back towards the calculated place.

And some people find that their comrades have been shot to death, and immediately put their comrades on their bodies to block arrows, unless the person who is hit by the arrow happens to be shot in the lungs, and the lungs are injured, and the reflex sound is muffled, and the other parts of the people who are hit by the arrows are motionless and do not make a sound.

The smoke is thicker, and someone unbuttons his pants, tries not to make any sound, takes off his clothes, puts them on his lower body, wets them with urine, and wraps his mouth and nose.

Others pulled out arrows that had been shot in non-lethal positions, carefully sawed off the metal head with their sabers, sharpened the wooden rods, and inserted the tips into the parts of their bodies that looked deadly, and lay there motionless, while the sabers were pressed under their thighs, and their hands were relaxed beside their legs.

Everyone outside looked stupid, before they saw the people in the reserve of the Silent Legion being slaughtered by two people, as if they were playing with the palms of their hands, and they thought that the Silent Legion had a name.

Now I know how tenacious the silent army is, when the enemy smokes, no one rushes out, when the enemy shoots arrows, no one shouts, when the liquid smoke is used, it can pee out, and in order to seek the opportunity to kill the enemy with one click, it would rather harm itself.

They were a group of wounded, injured Cheng Dù, who had very poor mobility, and when they were suddenly attacked, they responded with their current tacit cooperation.

Through the smoke, it can be seen that the faces of the soldiers are calm, no one scolds, and no one feels wronged. They endured, waiting for the slightest possibility of a counterattack.

Sure enough, it's 'life and death fighting, don't talk about it, it's better to be proud and hot-blooded'.

Seeing this, the emotional people couldn't help crying, and some people scolded the two people of the Gongsun family vigorously, they felt that the two people were big villains, bullying the wounded of others, look at the people of the silent legion, how tenacious, this is all heroes.

"The two bad guys of the Gongsun family are so cruel and bully. "There was a girl who was watching the video in the Goubi Zhanlu Si Shenguo Restaurant couldn't help it, and she cried and scolded the two of them.

A girl next to her slapped the table: "Fart, you only see the wounded of the silent legion now, why don't you want to think about how many people wanted to besiege and kill our heroes before?

"That's right, there are more than 100 people chasing and killing behind, they can't beat it, the people of the Gongsun family are awesome, I will write a poem: Ye Milin is also deep, it can be seen that the hero is true. The oblique arrow pointed to the sky and asked, who is proud of the jungle. ”

"Hehe, your name is poetry?" a man with a height of more than one meter eight stood up and said with a sneer.

"What's the matter, don't you accept it, do you want to do it?" The person who wrote the poem stood up, more than two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, and a big stool.

"No, it doesn't mean that, I mean, you're talking about words. The people before found that there was a difference in height, volume and muscle density, and hurriedly waved their hands: "Look, it reads like this, Ye Milin is also, it is deeply visible, the hero is true, the oblique arrow points to the sky, ask who is the person, proud of the jungle, good, good words." Oh, as soon as you say it, I realized that it can be used as poetry. ”

said on his lips, he didn't care about wiping his sweat, but in his heart he thought, 'Brother is really powerful, it's all wisdom!'

"Hehe, hey, hey, hey, generally, it's nothing more than a feeling in my heart, casually talking, what kind of poems and words, slipping away, hehe, everyone listen to a happy harmony, I'm usually a ......"

The stool is back under the fart~ thigh.

The Gongsun Murong and Nalasha inside shot an arrow, took out the kettle and cloth, drenched them and covered their faces, went around to the downwind outlet a little farther away, and crawled there to wait. (To be continued......)