Chapter seven hundred and thirtieth one can not escape
Seeing Long Xiaoyun approaching, seeing the fire still burning behind her, the shrill screams, the struggling Huo Ren, Lu Yan and other recruits lying in the trench couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
, his face was pale, as if he had seen a demon coming out of hell. A company of frogmen and a company of Vietnamese special forces died miserably without any resistance at all. Baidu Search Geili Literature Network
Long Xiaoyun stopped and stared at these recruits, his face still cold, like a piece of ice that has never melted for thousands of years, and his voice had a biting coldness, "Remember, on the battlefield, you are the only one
The purpose is to kill the enemy, the simpler and faster the better. Don't think about fairness or unfairness, cruelty or cruelty, because these things will kill you."
After saying that, she strode away.
The fire was still burning, and thick smoke rose straight into the sky, exuding the strong smell of burnt corpses.
And behind.
boom.
A Vietnamese special forces captain whose whole body was covered with a camouflage net punched the ground, and blood immediately spattered out, but he didn't seem to notice anything, but his face had already been twisted into a ball.
A company of elite frogmen, a special operations master who had worked so hard to train, died like this and was burned alive. If the two sides were fighting fiercely and died under bullets, maybe he would not be so angry.
But in the situation over there, these Chinese people were as easy as killing a bunch of pigs.
"That damn woman must be killed."
"Kill her."
"Teach these damn Chinese people a profound lesson."
The Vietnamese special forces lurking around all whispered to their captain, their faces flashing with crazy killing intent.