Chapter 257, the first battle of the full-scale riot (6)
The moment the flame bombs exploded, Yang Jing and other troops followed Di Cheng's order and retreated to the slope behind them. Seeing the flames of war rolling around them and the shouts of killing shaking the sky, their blood was already agitated and they were eager to join in and enjoy this to the fullest.
An exciting feeling of blood boiling.
After receiving Di Cheng's order to fight, Yang Jing took a deep breath, held his raised palm in the air, and then roared like thunder: "Eight tribes, fight!!"
Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua, and Yi Tingxuan looked at each other, with a little fire swaying in their eyes. No matter how indifferent or calm they were on weekdays, they were like agitated beasts at this moment, with overwhelming fighting spirit!
Not only because of the excitement of the scene, but the most important point... this is an international battlefield! The opponent's royal family, Yakuza! This is a foreign race from another country! No matter how crazy they are, no matter how they fight, they will not bear any responsibility.
There is no psychological pressure at all.
This is true freedom and fun!
"Black Arms Forces! Fight!!"
"Heiwu troops, fight!"
The four black troops looked up to the sky and screamed, hysterically venting their fighting spirit. Their appearance and expression were like devils crawling out of hell! They used their sound to shake the momentum, their momentum to stimulate their strength, and their strength to stimulate their bloody nature.
After the roar, more than a hundred black martial arts elites suddenly rose up. Under the leadership of Yang Jing, the Tianmen keeper, and the three golden high-level powerhouses Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua, and Yi Tingxuan, they rushed down the slope like a flood, engulfing the unparalleled people.
With evil intent, he rushed towards the crowd in front.
"Leng Feng troops, hold on to the gun blades in your hands, the assassination game... begins now! Remember one sentence, don't... embarrass yourself!" Gu Ziwu's sharp eyes swept over the fifty Leng Feng elites behind him, his sonorous voice and his
The simple but heavy encouragement successfully aroused everyone's passion.
"The first battle of the ballistic force is for nothing but the integrity of men and the majesty of my ballistics. Brothers! Let's go!!" Wu Long took a deep breath and threw down the heavy machine gun on his shoulder with a click.
Chen Minghu wiped the tip of his nose vigorously, and his usually indifferent eyes shone brightly at this moment. He shook his hands violently, and the two extended sand eagles rotated rapidly, and then he held them tightly: "We are an old rival, who wants revenge? Come with me!"
Guan Ying took a deep look at Nishiwaki Hong next to her, waved to her subordinates, and simply said: "Save the reputation of the Yasha Army, sisters... let's go!"
Following the shouts of the leaders of each tribe, more than two hundred and eight tribe members sprang up one after another and rushed to the battlefield.
Black weapons: whirling iron rods, slashing with broadswords, spinning double blades, eight levels of violence! The four major armies, the eight-party killing formation, with the cooperation and cooperation of each other, form the most gorgeous and shocking death tornado in the entire battlefield, for close combat,
Crazy and violent, roaring and roaring, and rolling evil intent. Every time they roared and attacked, every time they were "crushed" with anger, there was a strong rain of blood spraying, and they screamed and screamed. They used the most direct and brutal way to
The craziest way to interpret the true meaning of "black martial arts close combat", let these Japanese devils see what Chinese martial arts is, what a hot-blooded man is, what is crazy like a beast, and what is real fighting!!!
And such cruelty is most strongly expressed in Yi Tingxuan, a bloody young man who should be indifferent. The reason is only because of his ancestral home...Nanjing!
Kill!! It stems from the resentment engraved in the soul!
Leng Feng: Sneak quietly, spread sequentially, shoot bullets, and attack with sharp blades. This mature assassination force uses its speed advantage to wander back and forth on the huge battlefield, like a lonely soul in the middle of the night, searching for any target that can be attacked. Occasionally,
They were silent, occasionally observing, and then attacked with all their strength, killing with one blow. Different from Hei Wu's mania, they adopted Gu Ziwu's forbearance and ruffian strategy, hiding in the safest place, doing the most dangerous assassination, as if curled up
The venomous snake swallows the blood-red snake letter.
Ballistics: The barrel accelerates, the rifling spirals, the bullets fire, and the killing intent is locked. Under the personal leadership of Wu Long and Chen Minghu, and with the cooperation of dozens of former agents, the ballistic troops sprinted with all their strength, actively bypassing this chaotic battlefield, and seducing
The Yakuza armed forces moved far away, competing with the peripheral ballistic forces, and launched a ruthless massacre. The Yakuza had the numerical advantage, well-equipped equipment, and excellent quality, but without the command of Kosuke Junro and others, the relationship between them
The cooperation between them was a bit chaotic. Facing Wu Long, Chen Minghu and other top Chinese agents, there was still a gap. If it weren't for the secret assistance of the military assassins and the Soul Burial Troops, the balance of victory might have tilted.
Yasha: Some sneak, some assassinate, some melee, and some shoot. Each team member gives full play to his own advantages and turns into a crazy tigress. No matter how beautiful or ugly he is, no matter his temperament, at this moment, all of them are facing each other ferociously.
, roaring forward, with ferocious momentum, ruthless moves, and fearlessness of death patterns and bloody corpses, they are no less than other troops. With their female characteristics, their crazy performance is even more terrifying.
Their attack methods may be messy, but women's natural delicacy and caution make them the best sentinels for other troops.
The four major armies worked together and demonstrated writing skills that amazed Yang Jing and others. The internal and external armies complemented each other. Together with the Guards, there were nearly 900 soldiers from the eight tribes, all of whom completely aroused their bloody spirit. Death? To them
For these madmen who have a rough life experience, desire to kill, and have somewhat twisted minds, that may be just a simple word that does not bring any threat.
In their eyes, there are no injuries on the battlefield, only victory and death. Even if they are stabbed or shot, they will still move forward without hesitation, and they must at least put two or three people on their backs before they die. This is the family law formulated by Yang Jing for the eight tribesmen.
The iron rule may sound heartless, but until you go to the battlefield in person, you can understand that this sentence is actually the best life-saving talisman.
Only by being more ruthless and crazier can we be stronger! Only by making enemies timid can we survive!
The flames of war are raging, bullets are flying; knives and clubs are rolling, iron fists are roaring, and the entire dense forest has completely turned into a sea of riots. The fierce scenes and bloody killings are definitely more than any violent conflict in the world today, and more hot scenes in any movie.
The combination of cold weapon fighting and hot weapon conflict creates a tragedy and tragedy far superior to that of ancient battlefields.
For anyone who is in it, this is a battlefield and even hell; the blood here is even crueler; but it is undeniable...their blood is boiling when they are immersed in it! They are so excited that they can't suppress it!
"Let's go." On the slope, after everyone left, Mei Yan suddenly said softly.
Xi Xiehong was secretly thinking about how to escape from the gloomy "ghost" around him. When Leng Buding heard such words, he couldn't help but be surprised and said: "What?"
"Let's go, before I change my attention." Meiyan looked at the battlefield quietly, her lovely face was particularly charming under the firelight, but the indifference and coldness on her body made people involuntarily feel a little afraid, especially in the
Knowing her identity and strength.
Little girl? Tianmen is full of monsters! The more harmless they are to humans and animals, the more petite and cute they are, the more frightening or even terrifying they are. The two ghosts Meiyan and Yaya are the most vivid representatives!
"Are you sure?"
Meiyan did not answer, but quietly looked at the battlefield in front of her, watching the flames rising, ancient trees burning, watching the brutal fighting and blood splattering, her expression was surprisingly calm, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.
relationship.
Xi Xiehong stared at Meiyan closely, her eyes changing uncertainly. Of course she wanted to leave, but she couldn't guess what Meiyan meant, so she couldn't leave...
"Why?" After hesitating for a long time, Xi Xiehong still asked this question.
"Save face for Emperor Xi Yu, your life...he will take it himself!" Meiyan's voice was very calm, but the dead silence like a deep pool made people feel panic inside.
Xi Xiehong's delicate body trembled involuntarily, but she didn't stop any longer, turning her head in the opposite direction and rushing towards the darkness.
The moment she left, there was a slight sway in the crown of the ancient tree not far away, and there seemed to be a vague figure passing by. On the chaotic battlefield, this kind of subtle movement would hardly attract attention.
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But at this moment, a faint sneer appeared on the beautiful and indifferent face, her pupils swayed, her delicate body moved back, and she silently left the slope and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.
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