Briggs once again evaded Marcus Nkrumah's fist.

The two are not of the same magnitude.

Marcus Nkrumah had a strong fighting ability, had a steel chin, and punched with great force. Even if he hadn't received a punch, Briggs could still feel the exaggerated power of the black man.

But the only thing is that compared with Briggs, Marcus Nkrumah's speed is too slow.

Briggs was cold-hearted and threw another uppercut, hooking Marcus Nkrumah in the abdomen.

At this time, Marcus Nkrumah suddenly made an action that Briggs did not expect.

He raised his legs and shouted: "Sparta!"

I am Cao...

Briggs never expected that in a good boxing match, Marcus Nkrumah would kick!

If you show your legs, you show your legs. Why the hell do you call a black man "Spartan"?

When he was kicked, Briggs heard a child in the room yelling: "What a kick, Marcus, you are so awesome!"

Then Briggs flew backwards.

Marcus Nkrumah flew over, rode on Briggs who fell to the ground, raised his fist as big as a bowl of ocean, and smashed it with a bang.

In the first round of blows, Briggs was knocked upright. By the third round of blows, Briggs was already unconscious.

Benjamin Goldberg saw that the enemy seemed to be motionless, so he ran out with relief: "Marcus, stop quickly. Listen to my advice, show mercy and let him breathe."

Marcus Nkrumah listened first to his master, and second to Benjamin Goldberg.

He got up,

Benjamin Goldberg ran over, stretched out his hand to test Briggs' breath, and shook his head: "It's a pity, Marcus, he didn't make it and passed away peacefully."

Marcus Nkrumah looked at Briggs who was beyond recognition and couldn't help scratching his head.

Mi Shan, who was eating grass not far away, turned his lips and spat again, showing a mocking expression...

……

Zhao Chuanxin tried holding the rifle with one hand, but obviously this could not guarantee accuracy.

He holds the Madsen machine gun in both hands, which has greater recoil. When fighting, he basically presses the muzzle of the gun, which can only roughly guarantee the shooting range.

The recoil of the rifle is actually not much worse than the Madsen machine gun, and it will affect his wounds.

In the end, he took the submachine gun from Wilhelmina's hand: "Let's go, you are in front, we go deep into the forest, I will block the bullet for you."

At this time, serious body armor had not yet appeared, and Wilhelmina didn't think that Zhao Chuanxin's slightly bloated-looking clothes were really invulnerable.

So, I’m still a little touched.

Besides Zhao Chuanxin, who else would take a bullet for her?

I'm afraid there's no one there.

"Let me support you."

"A woman is a woman, just leave as soon as you are told."

Women are stubborn animals.

When Wilhelmina felt that Zhao Chuanxin was a bad person, she felt that he would cause trouble in everything.

When her impression changed, she felt that even if Zhao Chuanxin spoke impatiently, it was for her own good.

"Then you be careful, I can also fight. These damn bastards, they should go to hell."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

Wilhelmina and Zhao Chuanxin walked one behind the other, marching deeper into the forest.

Zhao Chuanxin limped and walked with great difficulty.

After walking fifty meters away, he felt cramps in pain.

An inconspicuous vine on the ground tripped him up.

Wilhelmina heard the sound and hurried back to help him up.

Zhao Chuanxin touched it twice dishonestly.

Wilhelmina actually didn’t resist.

"It's time now, please be more honest."

"It's okay. This can promote blood circulation and is good for me."

Wilhelmina didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't you know how to be afraid?"

"Why aren't you afraid?" Even though his face was pale and his lips were chapped, Zhao Chuanxin still said with a smile: "But it is said that wealth can be gained through danger. When I think about becoming a king, I am not afraid anymore."

"I always have to emphasize that he is a royal husband, not a king."

After saying that, Wilhelmina stamped her feet and was walked in again.

"Hey, that's what you said."

While laughing, Zhao Chuanxin looked back.

Through the rough perspective of the devil's crystal glasses, he saw a figure shaking not far behind him.

So I stopped smiling.

Damn it, I can’t do anything else but have a lot of equipment!

Others say Louis Verweide is a madman, but he is actually the most cunning.

He always goes crazy when he thinks it is meaningful, but never makes fearless sacrifices.

He told his accomplices: "The cowboy is injured and is not walking fast. Divide your troops into three groups and make sure you can catch up. No matter how powerful his weapon is, he is just one person. When we meet, he will shoot directly. Whoever comes out on top

, I will repay his merits for him."

A few people didn't dare to resist, and there was a bounty to stimulate them, so they had no choice but to outflank them.

Louis Verweide, on the other hand, touched his chin and wondered why he couldn't see any trace of blood along the way.

It shouldn’t be!

He was confident that he would hit the man with at least two shots.

Letting others cover in front is just his usual trick of alerting others.

His game has just begun.

The winner must appear at the last minute.

The rain gradually became heavier and heavier.

This is good for Zhao Chuanxin's hiding, but bad for his wounds.

Wilhelmina helped him check the wound on the back of his thigh and saw that it had been soaked in rain and turned white.

Zhao Chuanxin also began to feel light-headed and slightly feverish.

He patted Wilhelmina on the head: "Xiao Na, stop looking, you hide behind me first, someone is coming."

This is the first time someone calls Wilhelmina Xiaona, which is a novel title.

But the situation became tense again.

Zhao Chuanxin held the God of War M1907 in one hand, hid behind a tree, took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, and handed the match to Wilhelmina: "Light it."

At this time, the two of them did not hold umbrellas.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't even wear a raincoat now.

Wilhelmina was afraid that the match would be wiped out by the rain, so she leaned forward and let her hood cover the match.

Their heads inevitably touched each other.

After lighting the cigarette, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his head and put his face close to her.

Wilhelmina passively "kissed" Zhao Chuanxin's face.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigar in his mouth and said with great joy: "Oh, you are such a shameless person, how can you do a sneak attack?"

Wilhelmina had already seen through his trick to reassure her, and this form of care made her feel dependent.

Just as he was about to say something, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned the gun and shot her when she was off guard.

Tutu...

Tutu...

Tutu...

Zhao Chuanxin was different from Wilhelmina who fired empty magazines all at once. He fired in several directions in an orderly manner.

Wilhelmina heard several screams and saw the bullet hitting Zhao Chuanxin.

That humble piece of clothing can actually stop bullets.
To be continued...