Robin Hood turned around and pulled up the injured Yang Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, go quickly!"
The two of them had just rushed up the corner of the stairs when there was a loud bang behind them, which made the whole hotel tremble.
A large crater was blasted into the ground in the lobby, flames burst into flames, and thick smoke billowed out.
The shock wave generated by the explosion surged over like an ocean wave.
At this critical moment, Robin Hood stood behind Yang Xiaoxiao, held Yang Xiaoxiao tightly in his arms, and used his back to block the fierce explosion wave for Yang Xiaoxiao.
The explosion wave pushed the two men away and hit the wall heavily.
Because Robin Hood was protecting her tightly in his arms, Yang Xiaoxiao only felt dizzy for a short time, which was nothing serious.
Robin Hood's tiger body slid down against the wall, his expression changed, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Blood splashed on Yang Xiaoxiao's face and fell on her snow-white skin, like dots of red.
Yang Xiaoxiao fell into Robin Hood's arms, staring blankly at Robin Hood who was vomiting blood, with a strange look in his eyes.
Robin Hood took three deep breaths in a row before he managed to suppress the tightness in his chest.
Although his whole body was in pain now, his strong will to fight still supported him to get up.
Robin Hood wiped the blood on his face and reached out to pull Yang Xiaoxiao up.
He didn't care about his injury, but asked Yang Xiaoxiao immediately: "Xiaoxiao, are you okay?"
A warm current surged from the depths of Yang Xiaoxiao's heart, her eyes turned red, and she tightly held Robin Hood's blood-stained hand: "Captain, I'm fine!"
"Let's go!" Robin Hood led Yang Xiaoxiao and ran to the second floor.
There was another violent explosion downstairs, and the iron door was blown open by the enemy. A dozen armed men carrying assault rifles filed in and strode into the hotel.
One of the leading militants waved his hand, pointed to the stairs, and muttered in Arabic: "They are up there! Follow me up there and kill them!"
At the call of the small leader, several militants rushed up the stairs with guns in hand.
They know that the Dragon Team does not have any combat weapons, and the Dragon Team members have no advantage with their bare hands.
In the eyes of these enemies, Robin Hood and the others are like a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered, so they all want to rush to the front and make meritorious deeds.
If Robin Hood and the others were also carrying assault rifles, these militants might not be so active.
Robin Hood and Yang Xiaoxiao turned a corner and came to the end of the corridor on the second floor.
The enemy has surrounded the entire hotel. Even if you want to jump out of the window, it is impossible. The guns of the enemies on the periphery are pointed at the second floor window.
Just now, Mao Xiaowu just poked his head near the window and was violently attacked by several assault rifles. The window was instantly riddled with powerful firepower, and bullets shot into the bedroom, shooting everywhere.
Fortunately, Mao Xiaowu was quick and only received a bloody cut on his cheek from the broken glass.
But God is wise, and luckily there is a ladder at the end of the corridor that leads to the hotel's rooftop garden.
Hong Ming and the others managed to miss this exit, which gave the Dragon Group a glimmer of hope of escape.
There was a steel plate covering the top of the ladder. Mr. Zheng raised his hand and pushed the steel plate away, then jumped up first.
"go!go!go! Go this way!"
The team members climbed to the roof one by one.
Robin Hood walked at the end, protecting the injured Yang Xiaoxiao. When they came to the end of the corridor, Hu Shuangyi was the only one left.
"Captain, I'll cover you, you take Xiaoxiao up first!" Hu Shuangyi picked up a wooden chair and ran towards the corner of the corridor.
"Hu Shuangyi, what are you doing?" Robin Hood was startled.
Hu Shuangyi's rough voice came over: "Leave me alone, I'll hold off the pursuers, you guys leave quickly!"
The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. Robin Hood knew that the situation was urgent and now was not the time to be humble.
He gritted his teeth suddenly: "Xiaoxiao, let's go!"
No one saw that when Robin Hood turned his head, a tear rolled down his cheek.
He already knew Hu Shuangyi's fate.
Hu Shuangyi was also a tiger general. With his eyes wide open and his face as frosty as a warrior ready to die, he came to the corner carrying a wooden chair.
There was a burst of noise, and the pursuer just stuck his head out.
Hu Shuangyi roared angrily: "Go to hell!" Then he picked up his chair and hit the pursuer on the head hard.
boom!
The wooden chair shattered into pieces, and the pursuer fell down without even a grunt. His skull exploded after being hit hard, and his brains spattered on the wall.
There was only one chair leg left in Hu Shuangyi's hand. He slipped out of the way and before the second pursuer recovered, he suddenly thrust the chair leg into the enemy's abdomen.
The sudden appearance of Hu Shuangyi, the god of death, immediately threw the enemy's pursuers into panic.
Due to the narrow corridor, only three or four people could pass side by side at most, which actually gave Hu Shuangyi an advantage in close combat.
One man is in charge, no one can open it!
Hu Shuangyi's tall and mighty body punched there, his fists flying like cannonballs. For a moment, no one could break through Hu Shuangyi's defense line.
In close combat, the firearms in the hands of the enemy are of little use, and they dare not shoot for fear of hurting their own people. In this way, the firearms become a burden to them.
Hu Shuangyi beat them all by himself, making them cry for father and mother. He was seen holding an enemy with both hands, and violently threw him up to the ceiling. After the impact, he bounced to the ground, and there was no sound for an instant. Another enemy raised his gun.
The tool hit Hu Shuangyi's head, and blood spurted out. Hu Shuangyi didn't even frown. He grabbed the enemy's hair and slammed his head against the wall. A wave of fire suddenly bloomed on the wall.
A bloody flower appeared, and the enemy's body slowly slid against the wall.
"Grass! Fix the bayonet!"
There were still smart people among the enemy group. They saw the limitations of the terrain and took out their bayonets one after another and installed them in front of the muzzle of their guns.
Hu Shuangyi didn't have any weapons in his hands, he was completely bare-handed.
The current situation has taken a sudden turn and is very unfavorable to Hu Shuangyi.
If he is in an open place, he can throw his arms away and practice with the enemy.
But in this narrow corridor, facing the enemies rushing up one after another, Hu Shuangyi was still unable to defeat four hands with just one fist.
After repelling the first wave of enemies, the second wave of enemies rushed up and left several bloody holes in his body with bayonets.
Hot blood flew onto the ground. No matter how strong and fierce Hu Shuangyi was, he was still made of flesh and blood. After barely resisting the second wave of enemy attacks, he had turned into a bloody man.
Blood flowed under his body, staining the floor red.
Hu Shuangyi panted heavily, and his tall body began to shake.
The enemy was also cunning and ruthless and stabbed him several times in the thigh.
The femoral artery ruptured and blood surged, making Hu Shuangyi unsteady.
Moreover, the heavy bleeding in a short period of time made him feel dizzy, and the power of his fists was also reduced a lot, making him less and less lethal to the enemy.
On the ground in front of him lay the corpses of seven or eight enemies.
Facing this strong and powerful opponent, the militants were a little frightened.
These people are usually murderous demons, but when facing this Chinese soldier, their faces clearly showed deep fear.
The two armed men looked at each other and bravely walked up.
"Yeah--" The man on the left thrust out his bayonet first.
Hu Shuangyi had no place to hide, and he had no strength to hide.
The bayonet plunged into his left shoulder.
The man's eyes were filled with joy, and just as he was about to pull out his bayonet, Hu Shuangyi suddenly grabbed the sharp bayonet.
Then, under the horrified eyes of the enemy, Hu Shuangyi roared like a beast and unexpectedly broke the hard bayonet into two pieces.
Bang!
Hu Shuangyi held the broken half bayonet tightly in his bleeding palm.
The militant was immediately frightened and looked at Hu Shuangyi blankly.
Hu Shuangyi raised his arm, and half of the bayonet shot out from his hand, and stabbed into the head of the militant.
Poof!
The militant on the right took this opportunity, raised his bayonet and inserted it into the right side of Hu Shuangyi's abdomen.
The abdomen was cut open with a sharp bayonet, revealing a section of white intestines.
Before the militant could pull out his bayonet, Hu Shuangyi stepped forward and let the bayonet penetrate his body. Then he stood in front of the enemy like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, with his face covered in blood.
The armed man's eyes widened in horror. He had never seen such a desperate opponent. This was a completely dead-end fighting method.
That’s right!
What Hu Shuangyi wants is to die together!
He raised his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and violently smashed the enemy's head.
The militant's eyes burst, blood spurted from his mouth and he fell down.
At the same time, Hu Shuangyi staggered, unable to hold himself up any longer, and finally fell to the ground with a loud noise.
Blood was flowing under Hu Shuangyi's body. Hu Shuangyi's eyes widened and he stood at the corner of the corridor with a cruel smile on his blood-covered face: "Hey! Pay ten for one, I really made a lot of money this time!"
Then Hu Shuangyi turned his head away with difficulty, glanced at the end of the corridor, and smiled with satisfaction: "Brothers, take care, I'm leaving first!"
Hu Shuangyi gasped for breath, sweat and blood sticking to his clothes. Blood flowed through his pupils, and the world before his eyes showed a strange blood-red color.
Several armed men surrounded him, yelling and cursing angrily, and then raised their sharp bayonets...
Cha! Cha! Cha!
A terrifying crunching sound echoed in the corridor, which was the sound of a knife being inserted into flesh.
The bayonet fell crazily, and Hu Shuangyi's body was shattered into pieces, turning into a blood hedgehog.
He smiled and raised his right hand with difficulty.
His life was finally fixed in his military salute pose.
On the wall behind Hu Shuangyi, a large amount of splattered blood looked like a torn red flag.
