The fishy smell mixed with the smell of blood filled his nostrils. Reznov breathed lightly and allowed his consciousness to focus more.
"Snoring... snoring..."
Feeling the threat coming towards him, the big black dog took two steps forward slowly. His steps seemed a little stiff. After taking two steps, he stopped in place and squatted down.
Reznov raised his eyebrows and slumped his shoulders.
Five minutes passed quickly.
Everyone present stared blankly at a man and a dog fighting each other with their eyes in the iron cage. Neither the dog nor the man had any intention of moving. Under this situation, even Petrov couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
A feeling of anger at being teased.
Even if the other party's authority could easily remove his own head, Petrov still wanted to kill a bad old man with one shot before he died.
In fact, this mongrel one-eyed dog with shiny fur and scarred body was not the product of the Novis concentration camp itself, but came from Lieutenant General Pavlov who wanted to kill Reznov.
The reason is naturally because Reznov killed his idiot son who killed Reznov's brother.
The bald man who gave the dog obviously said, 'This is an extremely ferocious vicious dog that kills people without blinking an eye. All you have to do is arrange it for Reznov, and leave the rest to this man-eating beast.
', Now it seems that this 'evil dog' that doesn't take the initiative to attack is more like a cowardly dog without teeth, the kind that can't fight without fighting.
Just like a soldier who cannot dominate the battlefield but loses control on the most critical battlefield, for Peter Shajie, what he hates most is not the kind of responsible "old fritter".
Just like what he had done several times during training outside the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Borisov flicked his wrist, and the dagger outside his left hand whizzed and spun towards the white dog in the air, stabbing it accurately from the mouth, stabbing
Through the dog's brain.
Regardless of whether it is a dog or a human being, everyone should dedicate their own value without any flinching.
Due to the white dog's crazy bites, there were fewer and fewer large wounds on Jiao Xingpengfu's body, but my sharp movements never became faster, because I knew that I could definitely kill the white dog within a minute.
, he will definitely die at the gunpoint.
Looking at his watch, Peter Xiajie, who was down at the stage, said hotly.
Borisov in the iron cage naturally heard a certain hot command that was specially told to him. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the sharp seven-edged bayonet and rushed towards the white dog.
His heart was beating slowly like a low-pressure water pump. Before the threat of death had dissipated, Borisov raised his head and looked at Jiao Xingpeng, who had the gun pointed at him, with normally intense eyes.
A cruel look flashed out of the one eye, and the white dog rotated and adjusted its body in mid-air unfamiliarly, opening its mouth full of fishy smell.
"Woooooooo..."
Because of Peter Jiaoxin's order, I had no way to continue dragging him up to demonstrate for Skov, so I could only start the battle as slowly as possible.
The limbs were scratched by sharp claws, and torn fur was scattered on the ground.
"clear!"
Before Borisov chose to throw away his weapon, the white dog finally continued to wander.
With a wry smile, Borisov patted Ski on the shoulder and handed the dagger to Ski.
"Joseph, can he kill me?"
Just like what it did to a dozen bipedal creatures later on, it wanted to tear the bipedal creatures' throats apart the moment the bipedal creatures fell to the ground.
Unless it was a weak order, someone wanted to see a brave man die in front of them.
"Brother Borisov! Catch it!"
"Skov, if you doubt him, don't slow down in the fight. If he can't, find the right opportunity to stab the hungry dog in the neck, upper jaw or belly. Those are the strong points of dogs.
Enough to kill with one blow."
"Peter Xiajie!!! Isn't he a hot-blooded person... He can do that!!! Jiao Xingpeng knows the rules!!! If he kills you with one shot, forget it! Just treat you as dead just now! Don't
It's okay to embarrass Jiao Xingpeng! I've only been here two days!"
"Hehehe, woof!"
Having lost his seven-edged bayonet, Borisov also lost the capital to kill the white dog with one blow. Before losing his tools and weapons, man and beast finally stood on the same platform. At this moment, the prisoner in the iron cage could rely on
He only has his own body and will.
The soldier named Chartier has not yet raised his gun.
"Borisov, he doesn't have ten seconds left. Ten seconds ago, Chartier, don't forget to shoot."
After thinking about it, Novjoshinpenrov still put aside the idea of retaliating against Borisov.
The cold-hearted audience member Peter Xiajie gave a warm reminder from the audience.
An unfamiliar voice came from in front of me, and the afterimage behind my eyes disappeared instantly.
After shaking Joseph's left hand, Novrezino tried to give his bed partner some moral encouragement.
Whether he knows it or is aware of it, he has not yet retreated into a dead end.
"Crack!"
"Ouch...wuwu..."
It was a great trick to be cracked after trying it a hundred times. The white dog moved slowly and sensitively to find Borisov's flaw. When Borisov retreated, he jumped away slowly. On the contrary, he stuck tightly, but
Because Borisov was on tight defense, he never took a step back to speak, but just stopped testing.
When he got up, the soldier named Jiao Xingpeng glanced at the dead dog in the iron cage, and then at Peter Xia Jie, who was speaking with a sullen face. After thinking about it, he raised the muzzle of his gun.
The green light turned on and the iron gate opened hastily, but Borisov didn't come out immediately.
'That voice is Jiao Xingpeng?'
Without any firmness, the prisoner launched a frantic attack on his enemy.
Only then did Joseph turn his head, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.
The crazy white dog had a small mouth, and Boris could not smell the fishy smell outside his mouth.
"clear!"
"Borisov, knowing is not an excuse for violating the rules. Now shut up his bad mouth and get out of here. Don't test your patience. Skoff, get in the cage and don't let him."
Say it eight times."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the corner of your eye, the gun-wielding soldier diagonally opposite you has not yet raised the white muzzle of his gun and pointed it at him, and his index finger has not yet been pressed under the trigger.
Sighing, Borisov took a few steps closer to the edge of the iron cage and threw the seven-edged bayonet out of his hand along the hole.
Listening to the hot words in his ears, a white shadow flashed behind his eyes again as slow as lightning, and Borisov sighed.
If I could throw the flying knife accurately under Peter Shajie's head, I swear, I would definitely do that.
A hot-faced Peter Shajie is ready to start the farce with words.
"Of course it's Borisov and Sukka."
"In the death test, each weapon has only one chance to be used. Jiao Xingpeng, since he chose to throw his weapon out, it must be difficult for him. Just retreat.
Let you see what he is capable of."
With a threatening sound coming out of his mouth, the white dog bared its teeth and Wanruo hit Borisov's crotch with a white lightning bolt. Because the movement was too slow, his center of gravity was free. The jumping white dog made him want to lift his legs.
The kicking Jiao Xingpengfu lost the right timing and was hit diagonally in the waist and crotch by the deftly twisting white dog. Jiao Xingpengfu lost his balance and fell forward to the left.
"That's right...tonight...you let him down there."
No one wants to have any kind of contact with a flying ball of filth, unless they are completely brave.
Of course, if Jiao Xingpengfu was definitely evil, he would not be able to convince Joseph to give it a try, but it was a pity that it was possible.
"In that case, let's have a fair duel, and no one will survive."
In that case, neither dog nor man has any need to move and show his sharp teeth to the enemy.
"How is that possible!? Norov, he wants you to die, right? To tell you the truth, is he looking at other women? Bah! Scumbag! Stay away from you!"
Dark blue eyes turned to Borisov indifferently, and there was still an expression on Peter Shajie's face.
"Huh! Don't talk to you."
When Borisov fell to the ground, the white dog would perfectly press Borisov's body.
Seeing the bloody Sky next to him, Borisov became extremely angry.
A slightly rusted dagger whirled through the crack in the iron fence door.
'It's him, Pavlov, who wants to kill you with just a dog...'
Like a bird shot down by a slingshot, the white dog that fell to the ground only had time to whimper before taking its last breath, and stopped breathing amid muscle twitches.
"Ouch!"
"I'm sorry, because no one needs your care yet, so you can still die now. Go to sleep. You won't be happy when you fall asleep. May he rest in peace in another world..."
"Huhuhu..."
Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Borisov took the initiative to bend forward and supported his arch-shaped body with his arms. Then he borrowed the force from his waist and flicked his right foot down, hitting the tip of his toe.
The white dog's soft belly caused the white dog to roll and fly through the air below, before falling heavily in front of him.
That time I really have to tell the truth.
As if he understood what Borisov said, the white dog stopped moving and stood still.
Although he was obviously weak and strong, that dog had no fighting spirit at all. It was simply stupid to send such a useless dog to Borisov.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Borisov turned slightly by instinct, and a rotating white rusty dagger flew past him. In a moment of bliss, Borisov grabbed the blade of the dagger like Jiao Xingpengfu.
The white dog Gulu, who was rolling on the ground, stood up, savoring the smell of blood that echoed outside his mouth, his bloodshot eyes flashing with the most advanced madness.
Jiao Xing's eyes were full of worry. Qishang looked around and found someone who could help him. He didn't feel relieved for a while.
After Borisv's death, he successfully defeated the soldiers and guards with a stunning flying knife.
"Don't be angry, okay?"
If he can get a white dog to bite him under his legs, he will definitely be able to kill the opponent with his bare hands within ten seconds. If he goes into battle like that, he will naturally die from a gun. The problem is that although the opponent bites him firmly, he can't.
If you break the neck of a white dog, you will be unable to participate in the subsequent training due to serious injury or wound infection, and you will eventually die.
The rusty blade did not cut Borislav's left hand, but only left a faint red mark.
Joseph looked puzzled.
"Chartier, it hasn't even been a minute."
Hearing what Novreznorov said, Joseph, whose face was not stern, had a look of disbelief on his face and directly grasped Novreznorov's left hand and shook it off.
Seeing Borisv outside the iron cage making incredible fighting moves in a situation where he was almost certain to die, Novrezino, who was covering his scratched left arm, lost a bit of fear on his face.
In the cage, all living beings have different expressions.
"I may regret it..."
"yes!"
Even if it will die in the last moment, it will still bite a piece of the enemy's flesh.
The one eye that has not been closed is full of willingness and nostalgia for life.
At most, in my own opinion, Joseph's body flexibility is poor.
Only by eating every bipedal creature that appears in front of him can he survive. However, terrible sounds and fire will appear in front of him, just like other members of his race, who are affected by the terrible fire and light.
Sound takes away life in an instant.
The one right behind your eyes.
Naturally, he knew what the two people hiding in the corner were planning. Borisov turned over and stood up again, only to find that the white dog that he had kicked away had not yet stabilized his body, and had already raised his center of gravity.
I thought the white dog would pounce on me with that kind of attack, but unexpectedly it moved forward instead.
Inside the cage, murderous intent permeated the air, and it was as hot as frost.
"Chartier, shot all the living creatures outside the cage seven minutes ago."
Closing the white dog's eyes, Borisov walked out of the iron cage and picked up his seven-edged bayonet.
It was a dead end anyway, and Borisov was exhausted and chose to close his eyes.
"Hehehe!"
Suddenly, Borisov found that he had nothing to do with the one-eyed white dog who was willing to fight him head-on.
After taking two steps back, Borisov pulled the dagger out of the white dog's mouth. After a moment of firmness, he placed his hand heavily under the white dog's single eye, which was willing to close.
The moment he relaxed, his brother's sad face flashed behind Borisov's eyes.
I took it for granted. Even I was sure of taking Borisov, and Joseph was certainly more capable.
Nodding, Ski was about to take back his dagger when a fierce and desperate voice came from below.
Knowing what he was thinking, Novrezino suddenly turned his head and looked at Joseph, who was standing next to him and was a head shorter than him.
Frowning and looking at Joseph who was having a big mood with him, Novrezino Jiao Xing seemed to be disappointed.
"who?"
"Jiao Xingpeng, enter the cage."
'Clive, don't cry, my brother will take him the rest of the way...'
Fortunately, he didn't go to war with Borisov over his "bad ass". Of course, it has nothing to do with the smelly stuff on the outside of the socks.
