The piercing buzzer sirens continued to ring throughout the campus. Students wearing blue and black G3 combat uniforms held MP5s and ran across the spacious lawn vigorously and quickly. The formation was neat and orderly. It was a bit like a real CS.
"This is the Falcon report. Point A2 has been captured. Repeat, point A2 has been captured." A heavily armed young man lay on the rooftop of a small building and took out the military green AN/PRC specially designed for the US special forces in his arms.
-163 individual radio, press the talk button to report in a low voice.
"Received from the command center, hold the A2 point for ten minutes after hearing the first gunshot, and I will bring you victory." The magnetic and dignified young man's voice came from the public channel.
"yes!"
Falcon looked slightly excited after receiving the order, as if what this man said was an order from God.
The next second, a slender figure descended from the sky and hit the young man codenamed "Falcon" on the neck with a palm knife, causing his eyes to darken and he fainted.
The location of the rooftop that the young man chose to squat on was very clever, because there was no direct staircase leading up to it. Ordinary people could only climb up using military flying claws. In this way, the noise caused would definitely alarm him.
But he didn't expect that someone would fly up directly like a wild goose, approach him lightly and then kill him with one blow.
The visitor leaned over and picked up the pure black MP5 submachine gun that fell on the ground. He skillfully took out the magazine and took a look. He was satisfied when he found that all the contents were full of large-caliber red Frigga bullets (equivalent to tranquilizer bullets).
He laughed. It was indeed a military exercise.
He knelt down again, rummaged around the man's body, and found a black Type 92 automatic pistol and a military dagger.
The full name of the Type 92 automatic pistol is the QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol. It is usually used as a special weapon for the Chinese military and police. The design is very suitable for Asian hands. The effective range is 50 meters and the accuracy is high within the range. It is also filled with Frigga bullets.
The boy turned off the safety on the pistol and stuffed it into his waist. He picked up the knife and MP5 submachine gun and jumped off the ten-meter-high building. The wind whistled in his ears and he landed firmly.
When the students' word spirit release in Kassel was still affected by the word spirit and precepts amplified by the vice-principal through the alchemy matrix, the boy's behavior was no less than cheating in a CS game.
A fierce gun battle soon broke out, and the small red-brown buildings were filled with gunshots and red mist. Many burly school workers wearing blue and white navy shirts carried the dismantled large iron gates and walked through the hail of bullets. How could they?
What a strong word.
Just as Li Yongyuan was about to give them a thumbs up, he saw one of the school janitors fell to the ground after being shot. The middle-aged man with thick arms was now covering his abdomen soaked in "red blood" with his hands.
"These little bastards, the nursing staff will beat them up." The man passed out while gnashing his teeth, and the school guard next to him quickly dragged him into the dark passage of the small building, risking being hit by a stray bullet.
"Bang!"
There was a violent explosion near this small building. Someone in dark red combat uniforms on the other side took out an RPG rocket launcher and blasted it directly towards here. The Frigga warhead exploded and released powerful anesthetic red smoke.
The school staff and students lay down in groups, still cursing uncontrollably.
"Tsk tsk!"
At this moment, Li Yongyuan was leaning leisurely on the giant oak tree with a height of nearly 16 meters next to the campus building. His slender body was perfectly hidden in the dense green branches and leaves. He couldn't help but smack his lips in wonder at the scene of gunfire not far away.
The foreign academy just had fun, even taking out the rocket launcher.
Although I don't know what's going on, I just need to knock them all down.
Li Longyuan tilted his head and chose the path that seemed to be the most impossible at the speed of light. He was always unwilling to leave the choice to others, so he would just kill them all.
With the decision made, the handsome boy picked up the MP5 submachine gun on the tree, touched the tree trunk with his toes, and quickly jumped into the air.
"Da da da da da da..."
Li Yongyuan's body drew a graceful arc in the air, and the pure black MP5 submachine gun in his hand spurted out fierce tongues of flame. The advantage of this gun is that it has a high rate of fire and low recoil.
The thirty-round magazine was emptied in an instant, and he could even nimbly turn over in the air and continue firing after reloading.
At this moment, the chests of the combatants in each small building, whether they were wearing dark red combat uniforms or blue-black combat uniforms, were stained with large blood stains.
"Fuck!"
Until the moment they fell to the ground unconscious, they had no idea what the origin of this guy who imitated the classic aerial strafing action in the "Matrix" series of movies was.
"Perfect!"
The boy landed lightly on a rooftop rooftop thirty meters away from the oak tree. He looked at the combatants lying down below with satisfaction. He jumped to the small building in the distance again amidst the shocked and angry eyes of the remaining people, like a giant roc.
And up, it quickly disappeared.
"Hiss... bang... bang!"
There was a metal object flying rapidly in the air, constantly friction with the air and making a sharp roar, followed by a violent explosion.
Not long after Li Yongyuan left, a rocket exploded from where he had been standing, and red mist filled the air like gunpowder smoke.
On the rooftop in the distance, a person wearing a dark red combat uniform knelt on one knee, carrying a military green rocket launcher that was still smoking hot on his shoulder, and his golden eyes shone under the transparent mask.
Before he could sigh slightly, the hybrid's keen hearing made him aware of the heartbeat behind him, and then he quickly rolled forward, throwing away the rocket launcher and drawing out the command knife at his side.
As expected, the sudden attack did not appear. The boy in black clothes and black trousers calmly held a long knife and walked slowly from the rooftop not far away. A pair of magnificent golden dragon eyes were covered under the black hair and bangs.
He always planned to fight openly and honestly.
"Who are you?"
Under the mask, a rough face of a young Middle Eastern man was revealed, with a tawny beard on his cheeks. He asked with some vigilance at this moment.
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Like a third party intervening in the battlefield, the ray of blood appears in the black and white world.
"Chu Zihang."
The ice-faced boy responded coldly.
"Someone from the student union?"
The Middle Eastern man was a little confused. How dare he break into the base camp alone?
"Preppy."
The jade steel sword in Chu Zihang's hand vibrated slightly, splitting the air and making a trembling sound. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Turns out he's a newcomer who doesn't understand the rules."
The man understood and nodded slowly.
"The current president of Lionheart Society, Anwar Abed Said Rahman, please give me some advice."
The Middle Eastern man in combat uniform clenched his command knife and after announcing his full name, he quickly rushed in the direction of Chu Zihang.
Although it was unclear why the personnel deployed nearby had not taken action, the man did not intend to wait any longer. After taking action to deal with this person as soon as possible, it was not too late to deal with other matters.
Soon, two equally tough alchemy knives collided together, making a clanging sound. Their faces were almost touching the bright and sharp blades, reflecting the faint golden light in each other's pupils, and the invisible aura formed during the collision.
Waves rippled around the two of them, sweeping away circles and circles of fine earth-yellow dust on the rooftop.
Anwar turned his head slightly unnaturally for the first time. The boy's golden eyes were as bright as fireworks blooming, which was really dazzling.
It was this subconscious avoidance that caused the Middle Eastern man's offensive momentum to slacken. Chu Zihang's hands on the sheath handles made of black mackerel skin tightened again. The man's figure gradually became unable to support him and he was cut back a few steps.
"Good job!"
The president of the Lion Heart Club, who originally had a somewhat contemptuous attitude, burst out in praise, his bright golden eyes filled with joy at seeing Xin Xin.
He has been in this school for nearly four years, but there are not many young people who can catch his eye. Caesar Gattuso, who served as the president of the student union before finishing his freshman year this year, is one of them.
, the one in front of me is not bad either.
The man moved the joints of his hands and wrists at will. After his body was completely stretched, he strode forward again and swung the knife violently, like a lion appearing and letting out a majestic roar.
The flowing dark golden pattern spreads on the pitch-black body of the knife. This is the Mohammed pattern created by Persian craftsmen through special smelting techniques and folding and forging techniques. It is ingenious and precious. The materials used to cast the long knife were only found in the southern region of ancient India.
Produced Utz steel.
After this sharp scimitar spread to Europe, smart craftsmen mixed wrought iron and improved it into a new weapon, which was given a resounding name, Damascus knife.
Legend has it that during the Third Crusade, the Muslim monarch Saladin used this kind of knife to perform a "cutting silk in the air" operation in front of the Lion-Hearted King Charles I of England. After that, the knife became famous.
It is a pity that after the 12th century AD, the special forging process of this kind of knife disappeared in the long river of history. The Mongolian cavalry led by Genghis Khan captured a large number of Persian craftsmen, resulting in the loss of local skills. People in the future can still find wootz steel, but no one can find it anymore.
There is no way to build such a legendary knife.
I didn't expect to see a real Damascus knife here.
In comparison, Chu Zihang's Murasame's material and forging process were inferior. Wagang, which was made using traditional Japanese methods, would be unbearable to fight against the three legendary swords in the world many times.
However, the power of a weapon still depends more on the user's performance.
Today's cold-faced brother uses the long knife as a lever to draw an arc in the air. He increases his strength proportionally and then accurately strikes the dark surface of the Damascus sword, causing this brutal downward-cutting weapon to lose its original strength.
direction.
The ice-faced boy just turned slightly to the side, and the long knife fell to the ground with a strong wind. The marble tiles paved on the rooftop of the top floor cracked in an instant, and gravel splashed.
There was no fear or anger in Chu Zihang's golden eyes, he just silently waved Murasame in his hand again, and the air split quickly.
"Dang~"
Anwar raised the Damascus sword, which was half a man's height, and held the handle with his right hand. The long sword naturally drooped vertically, and he was blocking. It made a buzzing sound of gold and iron, and the echo was endless.
Using the broken floor tiles as the central starting point, the two began a violent confrontation like a storm. Each knife pulled out dazzling sparks in the air, just like the fairy wand waving in the hands of a child during the New Year.
It's a pity that the two of them were not in a good mood to set off fireworks. The speed of the knife was getting faster and faster each time, and they cut more and more violently.
They simultaneously increased the frequency and rhythm of their sword swings. If anyone was weaker, the opponent's sword would be slashed on their shoulders in the next second.
In just one minute, they had swung their knives hundreds of times, each time with one blow and then back again, until someone was not strong enough to block the knife, or it was too late to block it.
Yin Liang carried the dark sword light and flashed almost rapidly in the spherical space with a diameter of half a meter around the two of them, because any part of the body could become the fatal point of the victory, and the angle and force of each of their swords would never be the same.
Just like the previous time, be prepared to defend and thrust at all times.
If someone were to throw a fist-sized potato into the arena where they were fighting, it would be cut into mashed potatoes and fall out in the next second.
Of course, if someone dares to do this, he himself will probably be cut into pieces.
This chapter has been completed!