Min Qi turned over and sat up in shock: "How is that possible?"

The soldier squatting at the door of the tent started counting down. Five, four, three, two, one, five numbers were counted, his face had changed, and he turned around and nodded vigorously.

"At this time, the secret whistle we arranged should send a signal, but it didn't. This can only show one thing, he was cleaned up." An incredible look appeared on the soldier's face.

The two looked at Min Qi, hesitating a little, not knowing what to do now. It was just this little hesitation that a scream suddenly broke out from outside.

The two of them no longer hesitated, dragged Min Qi up and prepared to break out of the tent. The three of them were stunned.

A group of burly men with faces covered had already entered the small camp. Unlike their imagination, these people were holding not weapons, but sticks.

The entire camp was in chaos. Although the new recruits did not take off their armor and were holding swords and guns, they were as weak as babies under the men holding sticks, and were knocked to the ground in a few seconds. The special soldiers assigned by Min Qi to various teams had to protect themselves and take care of their own troops. They were in a hurry and kept their heads and barely supported them for a few times, and then they were piled up to the ground.

"It's Fan Dahusband again!" Min Qi shouted angrily, pulled out the sword from his waist, and rushed forward.

"Captain!" The two soldiers were anxious. Although these big men were holding sticks, they could hurt their muscles when they hit them.

The three of them plunged into the chaotic battle.

The dozens of special soldiers who were lucky enough not to be knocked down immediately saw Min Qi appearing, and immediately gave up their squad, breaking through the layers of obstacles and gathering with Min Qi. However, there were only eleven or two left.

"Put down the knife!" Min Qi gritted his teeth, picked up a wooden stick from the ground with his toes, "I thought I was going to beat them up."

Min Qi roared and waved his stick and rushed up.

When it comes to fighting, Min Qi is actually not bad. Anyone who teaches him martial arts will pick up any of them, and they are the top figures in the world. At this moment, he was extremely angry, like a little leopard, and he rushed into the masked man group with eleven or two soldiers. At this time, these soldiers finally realized that these masked man were nothing more than the people they general who found to deal with them.

Although Min Qi was brave and had good military strength, he had eleven or two people in total, and encountered more than a hundred powerful border troops' organized and premeditated attacks, and was still like a moth to the fire. Without resisting many rounds, he was knocked to the ground one by one.

Min Qi was pressed to the ground by several sticks and could not move, but he still held his head stubbornly and shouted angrily: "Fan Dahusband, I will never finish it with you."

"Oh!" Zhang Huang, covered in his face, walked over from the periphery. The combat style of the more than a dozen guys just now was undoubtedly from the Fire Death Camp. Now that they were knocked down one by one, he felt a big anger. At this time, he was swaying over and looking at Min Qi who was struggling stubbornly, he laughed and said, "Get a torch and let me see what this guy who dares to call his boss nickname looks like?"

At this time, all 200 new recruits in the entire camp were knocked to the ground.

A torch was lifted to Min Qi's face, illuminating his angry face.

Zhang Huang's laughter came to an abrupt end like a duck strangled to his neck.

Then he jumped up.
Chapter completed!