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Chapter 2417 death battle

Li Lan opened the general channel, and all the Chinese special forces participating in the military exercise could hear it, except the dead ones. Tang Guobin had already responded. Although he called her mother-in-law, she suddenly felt relieved. Who was asking the question now?

?No matter who it is, the one who can use all channels is a member of the Chinese special forces.

"The opponent used two swords, which is very powerful, because he must be an ancient warrior..." Li Lan replied in a low voice, turned his head and glanced at the black figure not far away, and found that he was using a knife to cut open a white soldier with a grin.

On the neck, blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain, covering the soldier's chest. This was the last soldier standing. The others either fled or became corpses on the ground.

"I am No. 9 of Group 5. What are the characteristics of this person?" A hoarse male voice sounded at an inappropriate time, accompanied by gusts of wind.

Li Lan watched as the man across from him threw the bloody body aside like a sack. Two strange-shaped daggers were hanging on both sides. There were blood drops dripping from the tips of the knives. He was walking this way leisurely.

Come.

"A big man with a black and white beard and black clothes. He is coming this way now." Li Lan has a very strong psychological quality, but his voice can't help but be a little astringent. He answered hastily and raised his hand to point.

The big man in black on the opposite side shouted in a deep voice: "Templar, kill!"

Nine special forces armed with knives spun forward, their long knives suddenly raised and shot out nine rays of white light. The arcs of light were like the tail of a swimming dragon. They converged and rolled towards the oncoming man in black like a leaf swept by a strong wind.

The man in black looked slightly sluggish, and the short sword in his hand suddenly rose, and between the telescopic and contracting cuts, hundreds of intertwined silver snakes seemed to be scattered. There was a bright stream of light, and energy as strong as frost, and there was a jingling and choking sound of gold and iron.

The swords pierced each other and cut off each other, and the figures moved quickly as if they were real and illusory, and they were instantly killed in an indistinguishable mass.

Li Lan already held a special automatic rifle in his hand. He took out a magazine from the inner pocket of his combat uniform and replaced it. He took out a few more magazines and distributed them to the special forces beside him. He said in a deep voice: "Everyone

Put this on, you can use it later."

One of the special forces soldiers took the magazine and lowered his voice and said: "Captain, we will protect you when you break out."

Li Lan gritted his teeth and shook his head and said: "I have notified the fifth group and the people from the Chinese Martial Arts to come for reinforcements. We cannot leave now."

The special forces didn't say anything more. They took the magazine and took a look at it. They found that the bullets in the magazine were different from those usually used. There was a black conical spiral on the warhead. They didn't know what it did. Everyone used it.

They are all guns of the same model, no matter what bullets are loaded, as long as they can hit people.

"Pay attention to your aim!" Li Lan pointed the gun at the opposite side with both hands, but the ten people on the opposite side were already massacred. She had no way of distinguishing the target, so she could only aim blindly...

There were six white special forces running wildly in the woods. They were all wearing the country's latest successfully developed Flying Leopard combat boots. The fastest running speed of this new type of combat boots could reach 120 kilometers per hour. The duration was limited and could only be passed by.

Only trained special forces can wear these boots and run continuously for five minutes. Of course, there are certain terrain limitations. It was this high-tech boots that saved their lives just now. As long as they escape from the woods, they can get rid of the black man.

Clothes Demon, but they don't know that the nightmare of death is not over yet.

Bang bang bang - six trembling gunshots were heard, and the leaves on the trees were also trembling. Six white people were shot through the head by bullets at almost the same time, and their bodies either leaned up or fell to the ground, white and greasy.

Their brains and blood flowed into the land filled with dead branches and leaves. Wearing Flying Leopard combat boots, they did not escape the sniper attack.

"Target eliminated, No. 1 to No. 6 go up and clean the battlefield. Remember to take off their shoes." A cold voice came from under a big tree. Then six figures wearing brown camouflage emerged from the woods.

, these are all ascetic special forces members, veritable cold-faced killers.

The six ascetics handled the same number of corpses and immediately took off the boots from the feet of the corpses. The smell on the feet of these white soldiers was not light, but the ascetics liked the smell, and two of them even took off the boots.

He put the boot leg to his nose and inhaled hard, with an intoxicated look on his face. It seemed that harvesting tasty trophies was the happiest thing for ascetics.

Whoosh! A ray of white light suddenly flashed, turning into a half-moon and flashing between the six people's necks. The flying leopard boots in the hands of the six ascetics fell to the ground, and an inch-long red line extended to both sides of the throat. In the blink of an eye,

The space extended to half of the neck.

Wow - the blood spurted out like a fountain and turned into half a bright red folding fan. Before dying, the six ascetics forced themselves to sit upright with their legs crossed and let the blood flow away.

The real attack had just begun. Two figures, one bright and one dark, flew across the woods like lightning. The disguises of the ascetics had been seen through. Because they made a fatal mistake, most of them put on their clothes.

The invisibility cloak was stripped from the corpse.

Long Fengyang killed twenty Chinese special forces who were cleaning the battlefield. The invisibility cloak fell into the hands of the ascetic special forces. This strongest camouflage combined with the sniper was simply impeccable. The overjoyed ascetics killed him on the spot.

After putting on the invisibility cloak, they figured out the correct way to use it.

But fate is not as good as fate. Endeli wears visible glasses and is the nemesis of the invisibility cloak. If the ascetics used other disguises to find them, it might take some time. But these guys chose the invisibility cloak, and they all ended up on the chopping block.

Fish and meat are items that need to be knifed.

The two of them had actually arrived when the white special forces soldier was sniped. They hid in a large leafy tree to check the situation below. En Deli told Tang Guobin the location of the ascetic wearing the invisibility cloak in detail.

The man pounced on him like a tiger out of a cage, chopping melons and slicing vegetables. It only took ten minutes to kill all the ascetics.

When the two of them ran hand in hand across the rocky beach, what they saw in front of them made their expressions change suddenly. The foot of the mountain turned into a Shura slaughterhouse, with bloody corpses everywhere, and bright red broken arms everywhere.

The stumps and internal organs hanging on the low rocks emitted a strong and pungent smell of blood. Li Lan and several surviving special forces hid behind several large rocks, with their guns pointed opposite.

Looking in the direction pointed by the gun, a man in black holding two swords was fighting with four Chinese special forces. There were five corpses of the special forces lying around the battle circle. They were holding severed weapons in their hands.

With a long knife, his empty eyes stared at the sky.

Tang Guobin's expression was stern, the lines on his cheeks twitched violently a few times, he glared and shouted: "Old En, kill that bastard with a hairy beard, kill him!"


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