The desperado screamed, and the chopping knife came again.

Gu Ji twists the scalpel and dodges, pop, the blade follows the footsteps and slides down, stabbing from the root of the thigh to the kneecap, tearing open the entire rectus femoris muscle. He turns the muzzle of his right pistol and aims it downward at the target's throat, bang.

!

"die!"

Before the wave subsided, another wave rose up behind him. The roar made his hairs explode with fear, but as the gunfire rang out, warm liquid rained down on his hair. It was Pan Xinli who was firing in support.

"Wang Xueming, leave quickly!"

The North Korean army also shot and killed an outlaw at the same time.

Gu Ji didn't talk too much, rolled out of the siege of the desperadoes, and ran towards the fire stairway under the cover of the two men.

"Wang Xueming?"

When Dahai heard this name, he always felt familiar. When he looked up and saw Chaojun, he was even more furious, "Chaojun, you traitor, kill a few of them!"

As he spoke, he fired four or five times.

The bullets forced Chaojun and Pan Xinli to retreat continuously. The moment Gu Ji ran near the door, his ears seemed to hear something. The source of the sound was located so that he rolled towards the load-bearing wall without even thinking about it.

Rumble!

The building suddenly shook, and the cracks in the roof expanded again. A large amount of gravel fell down, trapping a desperado who was chasing him inside. Gu Ji huddled up to protect his head in the darkness.

Keep rolling.

The moment the building stabilized, he hurriedly stood up. He felt that his feet were soft and he almost fell. He found that he had slipped back to the corner of the building, and the angle of the building's tilt was even greater, at least more than eight or nine.

The speed is twice as high as before!

And beneath his feet was a person's arm.

Looking around, he saw that they were all desperadoes chasing him because the building tilted and rolled down to the nearby desperadoes.

Among them, there is also the sea!

Both sides looked at each other and were stunned for half a second.

"Grass!"

"Kill him!"

Gu Ji and Dahai exchanged curses at the same time.

He raised the muzzle of the gun and shot, but the person below him grabbed his ankle and pulled hard, causing him to fall down. The bullet did not hit Dahai's chest, but hit his shoulder.

"ah!"

Dahai screamed and wanted to change his hand and take out his gun.

At the critical moment of life and death, Gu Ji picked up the scalpel and stabbed the wrist holding his ankle, "Chaojun! Pan Xinli! The right corner of the refuge floor!!"

He yelled for support from his teammates outside the door and broke free from his ankle restraints.

His legs desperately kicked the desperado who was about to pounce. After pulling away, he turned around with the scalpel in his left hand and stabbed the knifeman who was strangling his neck in front of him. He raised his hand and shot another scalpel to death.

The big guy came over.

"kill him!"

"Cut him!"

The two desperadoes stood up and were about to slash with their knives, but because the ground was tilted, they lost their footing and fell head-on.

The blade pressed against his calf, leaving a trail of blood.

Gu Ji kicked his feet and shouted to the military for help again. He tried his best to break free from the restraints on his neck, but three more desperadoes pressed up next to him. He could only instinctively pull the trigger wildly, bang bang, killing one person.

.

At this moment, the scalpel blade has been sharpened.

He picked up a machete from the pool of blood and plunged it into the desperado's abdomen in an instant. But in the blink of an eye, two more knives took the opportunity to slash at him. Poof, one knife struck the outside of his thigh, and the other struck his arm.

The pistol is out of bullets.

But there are still four or five desperadoes in front of us, and the light of two swords has arrived!

At the critical moment, he took a deep breath in his chest, narrowed his abdomen, and freed up the space between his belt. He pulled out the fire ax with his right hand, held the upper third of it and held it horizontally in front of him, blocking the two machetes that were hitting the door in front of him.

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Gu Ji's arm muscles trembled slightly, the blood in his body was as hot as molten iron, hitting his head one after another, his temples were beating sharply, and the blood pressure monitoring holster on his wrist was tightening.

"ah--!"

He roared and used all his strength to push the knife away.

At the moment when the opponent fell to the side, Gu Ji suddenly swung the fire ax and struck at the opponent. Poof, the ax blade hit the opponent's shoulder. He hooked his arm hard. At the moment of pulling back, he held the knife in his left hand and struck hard.

The ground pierced into the pit of my heart.

Phew!

A large amount of blood flowed along the blood groove of the blade to the handle and hand, making Gu Ji feel slippery.

At this time, the shouts of the North Korean army and Pan Xinli and the sound of gunfire finally came from the fire door.

He quickly pulled out the ax blade and slashed with his backhand, cutting off half of the wrist of a desperado holding a knife.

He pulled out the machete with his left hand and pressed it in front of the opponent's neck, then gave it a cold touch, poof!

Gu's knife penetrated his flesh several times, and the rich blood in his nose stimulated his eyes to turn red. With the support of his teammates, he quickly fought his way out of the crowd.

"Someone! Come quickly!"

Among the piles of blood, only Dahai, who had been shot in the abdomen, retreated in fear.

Gu Ji stepped on the corpse, holding a machete in one hand and a fire ax in the other, covered in blood, like a god of war, walking step by step to the sea.

Dahai raised his head and looked at his face stained with minced meat and blood, and his hair was smeared with blood, but only a pair of eyes were as bright as an eagle, like the muzzle of a gun, full of murderous intent.

"How can a miner be so powerful? Who are you..."

"I told you before, I am your father!"

puff!

Gu Ji spoke with a stern expression, and the ax in his hand suddenly struck out, cutting off Dahai's neck on the spot.

The Chaojun on the side couldn't help but tremble. Looking at Gu Ji, who was covered in blood, he was a little unsure of the other party's identity.

He has never seen such a fierce person.

This is a hand-to-hand combat, with swords flashing before your eyes and roars ringing in your ears. It is even more dangerous than a close-range gunfight. Those who are less able to endure it will be frightened to the point where their brains go blank.

But this middle-aged man in front of me.

A man was thrown to the ground by a group of people, and he managed to fight his way out!

terrible!

Gu Ji threw away the machete, picked up Dahai and his two Glock 17 pistols respectively from the pool of blood, removed the magazines, wiped the blood on his clothes, and kicked them into his pockets.

"Clean the battlefield immediately and prepare to attack!"

"Are you in good condition?"

"Skin trauma."

Gu Ji licked his lips and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Compared to the last round when he was hacked to death, this round was pretty good, especially this fire backpack, which helped him block many knives.

While Chao Jun and Pan Xinli were cleaning the battlefield, Gu Ji took out the hemostatic gauze from his backpack and wrapped it around his thighs and arms to temporarily stop the bleeding.

Raise your wrist.

The black, oh no, blood pressure monitoring wristband that has been stained dark red by blood shows the number "197".

My blood pressure is so high, no wonder my temples keep buzzing and hurting.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

The North Korean army and Pan Xinli on the other side also came over with three rifles, two 56 rifles and one MA-1, which were all dropped by the Bai family thugs and the dead warlord supervisor.

Because of the previous shadow, Gu Ji did not hesitate to choose 56 rush this time.

The familiar feeling at Ryde Airport comes over again.

He skillfully pulled the bolt with his backhand, hung the shoulder strap on his chest and shoulder, and maintained a low shooting posture. This scene attracted the attention of the Korean army.

"Here are the fire axes for you. Now there are only three of us left. Chaojun, you in position 1 are responsible for the demolition. I will charge in position 2, and Pan Xinli will shoot in position 3. Listen to my instructions the whole time and report the situation immediately. Do you understand?

?”

"clear."

"clear."

The two of them answered very simply.
To be continued...