This is the real battlefield, human life is the most worthless thing here, any boxing master in this situation, the slightest negligence, may be a bullet flying from nowhere, take the life of the surname, hard practice for twenty or thirty years of kung fu skills, can be displayed may only be a very small part.

Therefore, this is not a competition in the ring on the rivers and lakes, nor is it the irregular killing of underground black boxing, nor is it a hand-in-hand and competition between boxers. In such a place, any emotion is superfluous, only a mechanical wave of the arm, let the weapon in your hand, kill the opponent as quickly as possible, and then go to search for the next prey, into another life-and-death struggle.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest Sometimes, the simpler the law, the easier it is to be accepted, putting aside all the constraints on the moral level, naked killing is the only true meaning of surviving on the battlefield.

An elbow killed a mercenary, and there was a gust of evil wind behind him, but Wang Chan ignored it, didn't look back, only swept one leg backwards, a tiger tail foot, and his heels flew high, like a steel whip rising into the sky, and slammed into the chin of the mercenary who was sneaking up behind him.

This young man, who was as swift as a bun, was immediately kicked to pieces, and even half of his face was bloody and blurred, his skull was cracked, and his throat was cut and bled like a big rooster, he threw the knife in his hand, ran all over the ground in pain, and finally hit his head on a big tree, and then his body twitched and fell, and he died on the spot.

Wang Chan's boxing and martial arts are the real killing techniques, born in the battlefield, the more people you kill, the more fierce and fierce the people become. The body is wandering, and he is not afraid of the stray bullets of the hidden guns in the field, as long as he is not hit in the eye by the head, Wang Chan is not too afraid of the guns in the hands of these mercenaries.

As long as he didn't hit his body with a hundred and ten bullets in one breath, he would be able to block it with the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Refinement, although it would be very painful, but it was only a flesh injury, it was not serious, and it would not endanger his life.

The two dagger short knives in Lin Changzhi's hand are also really sharp, and the knife body has been specially treated, not reflective at all, and now it is in Wang Chan's hand, waving left and right, and he doesn't talk about any moves, only the kung fu on his feet is all unfolded, elusive, and impermanent.

In the dense forest, with the help of the primitive terrain of the mountains, trees and jungles, or rushing up, thirty or forty steps away, or turning in a whirlwind, high and low, can always rush in front of a mercenary in an instant, and send the dagger in his hand into the throat of the opponent accurately.

This is not a plain, nor is it an open area suitable for large-scale operations, especially in the dark night, Wang Chan's body, ups and downs, every undulating place, as if a tiger eats people, two short knives, close to cut meat, raising a large area of blood mist, although these mercenary soldiers of the Lin family wear the most advanced infrared night vision imager in China, but they cannot capture Wang Chan's figure at the most critical moment.

At the same time, Wang Chan turned to drive the strong wind, and it became more and more violent, and the tattered clothes, like whips in the air, crackled, as if the air around him was rolled up by him, and the movement under his feet was better like a demon dominating the mountains and forests, with both feet in the air, riding the wind.

Dozens of vertical leaps in a row, the area where he came and went almost covered all the directions of the more than 100 Lin family mercenaries walking, and every time he swooped and attacked, one person must be killed on the spot. Either a large slit was cut in the trachea of the throat, or a knife pierced the entire neck, or the sternum was shattered, the internal organs were broken, and the whole head was beaten like a rotten watermelon.

By the time he had gone from east to west, and was about to turn around and kill again, the number of mercenaries who had died in his hands had exceeded seventy or eighty.

These Lin family mercenaries, there are more than 200 people in total, Wang Chan solved sixty or seventy people in one direction at a time before, turned around and killed and disabled Lin Changzhi's group of people, the five main forces, plus this fierce killing, the number of people can be more than half.

Although Wang Chan is only one person, but occupy the right time and place, these people want to play life and death games with him between the mountains and forests, it really can't help but say that they really misplayed the "abacus", especially now that it is still dark, it is more convenient for him to act, if it is changed to daytime, the vision is clear, although the grass and trees are lush, but these two hundred or so experienced mercenary soldiers get together, he wants to solve so many people like cutting melons and vegetables now, but he also has to lose a lot of advantages, it is impossible to do it so cleanly.

And after this, the entire one or two hours of chasing and killing, more than 100 people died under his hands, Rao is Wang Chan is physical strength, infinite strength, but he can't help but feel mentally fatigued. I only felt that my head was slightly dizzy, and I seemed to feel a little nauseous in my chest.

Eighty percent of these mercenaries of the Lin family were selected by them from among the outstanding soldiers who had retired by virtue of their privileges, and all of them were born in the field and were not ordinary soldiers. After the secret training of the Lin family, Gao Qiru taught boxing and martial arts, and within three or two years, they were all good hands, and any of them were taken out and put in the society, when it came to physical skills and killing skills, they were all comparable to the gold medal fighters in the underworld gang.

It's a pity that today I kicked the iron plate and met Wang Chan, the beast-like "king of the mountains and forests".

If it were another character, even if he was a top master like Yue Poyu, he could fight, kill, and get along with Wang Chan, I am afraid that he could only flee all the way, otherwise he would definitely be killed on the spot by a stray bullet and a cold gun in the dark.

Yue Poyu's martial arts boxing is not under Wang Chan, but he does not have Wang Chan's life in the mountains for more than 20 years, and he is extremely familiar with everything in the mountains and forests.

So Wang Chan kills, does not talk about good and evil, you come to kill me, I will kill you, the whole person is integrated into the environment around him in the dark night, the more people are killed, the more accessible the thoughts in his heart are, the mood is like a mirror of the spiritual platform, lively, spotless, as if it is the cold moonlight in the sky.

Although he saw blood, his surname was pure!

Human beings are the most cruel race in the world, whether they have received so-called higher education or not, whether they are social elites or not, street beggars, after stripping off all their coats, in fact, the essence and bones are the same, **naked survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle...... The eternal has not changed.

There has never been a kind of life in the world, like human beings, who have been doing cannibalistic things unremittingly, from ancient times to the present, as always.

Therefore, in a sense, this time the Lin family's pursuit operation was already doomed to fail at the beginning, and in front of Wang Chan, the mercenaries who were originally wolves also degenerated into sheep and were slaughtered.

At this time, there were still about seventy mercenary teams left, and in Wang Chan's crazy killing, they had already learned the previous lesson at this time, and began to gather closely together, automatically constricting into a circular array, like a snake plate, turning on one side and guarding on the other, to ensure that there were seven or eight people in each direction who could monitor at the same time.

But this is woodland, but there is not such a large open space in the woods that allows these mercenaries to maintain the same formation all the time, and when they encounter obstacles, they still need to temporarily adjust to avoid bushes and tall trees, which gives Wang Chan a chance to strike again.

He was like a lonely wolf, always following these people, always finding an opportunity, rushing forward, killing a few people with lightning speed, and then going away safely in a send-off gunfire.

After a short time, it will be ...... to kill again.

Yes!

Just when Wang Chan made his seventeenth move, he flashed a shuttle of bullets fired by the mercenaries, and cut the throats of several mercenaries with the fang-like dagger in his hand, the only remaining iron-blooded mercenaries saw their companions die in front of them one after another, and the battle continued to attrition, while their own side always took Wang Chan's ghost-like figure to come and go, and there was no way, several of the mercenaries with the worst psychological endurance finally lost the idea of fighting with Wang Chan again, shouting wildly, rushing out of the crowd, and running away。

In this way, the whole body was moved, and there was no one to lead, and the remnants of the army were finally defeated on the spot, and dozens of figures each chose a direction and fled back. They all knew that Wang Chan didn't have a gun in his hand, so he had no scruples about running away, as long as he ran faster than others, the natural danger would be smaller.

Wang Chan caught up with him at the right time, cleanly and neatly solved a few mercenaries who were left behind, and then wanted to catch up with all the people, but it was not realistic, so he had to let these people go.

At this point, the Lin family's secret mercenary brigade of more than 200 people was slaughtered by Wang Chan several times, and only the twenty or thirty people who had just escaped were left alive.

"These people, all of them are fully armed, with strong muscles and bones, obviously they will not be ordinary soldiers, and they are the descendants of the Lin family. Let the people in charge of the Lin family know that I, Wang Chan, am easy to provoke! But if you do the first year of junior high school, I will do the fifteenth, for the sake of a Lin Yuanfang, you have sent so many people to hunt me down, but this matter is far from over, wait for me to ask for a confession, and then make a plan. Wang Chan looked at the panicked mercenary soldiers in the distance, and they all disappeared into the depths of the dense forest one by one, and a cold light the size of a needle was faintly seen in his eyes.

Then he wiped the blood stains on his already tattered clothes with his hands.

This time, it was really a big battle, a big danger, if it weren't for the thirteen Taibao kung fu on his body, it was really strong, who would have come to these well-trained mercenary warriors and soldiers, and he would have to die of hatred, Rao is so, his body can block the dagger stab, but his clothes are ordinary, and his pants are all like strips of cloth. There is also a pair of shoes, all of which have been worn out by him, and they can no longer be worn.

Thank you for your support, hard support!!A bloody battle in the jungle finally ended on the Dragon Boat Festival, today should have been auspicious, just to end this battle!!! in addition, Lao Lu is sorry for yesterday's things, it seems that I still overestimate my strength, I wanted to make 15,000 a day, but my strength is limited, and the strength of feeding has been used, and I can only write two chapters...... Alas!!!

(To be continued)