The sun is setting in the west and the temperature is rising further.

The pores on Wu Nian's body secreted a large amount of sweat, which wetted his clothes. He lay down behind the rock, raised his head slightly, and stared straight ahead, looking at Zhang Ningding and more than 80 people who were rushing towards him.

"superior!"

Wu Nian exerted his strength with both feet and suddenly shot out from the right side of the rock. The steel sword in his hand was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. The bright light of the sword was extremely gorgeous.

"Pfft!" Wu Nian cut off the head of a spearman with a single blow. The headless corpse did not fall down immediately, and blood spurted out from the neck like a fountain.

The stinky, sticky blood splashed all over Wu Nian and affected the vision of his left eye. Wu Nian did not blink and allowed the blood to cover his left eye, dyeing the world red.

Eight people versus eighty people, it was a fierce battle.

If he couldn't win, that would be the end of his career in Wu.

In adversity, the weak die.

The strong man uses the steel knife in his hand to fight his way out.

At this moment, Wu Nian seemed to be a machine, a machine that only knew how to kill. His heart was beating very fast, providing a lot of energy to his muscles.

The constant secretion of adrenaline pushed his war potential to an extremely high level.

His body was very excited, but his mind was extremely calm.

Wu Nian stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, revealing a mouth of red teeth.

Mercenary Wu Nian.

In this moment he is complete.

A mercenary who walked on the edge of death with a gun in hand and finally lost his life.

Killing is his instinct, cruelty is his nature.

War is his life.

Winning is his goal.

After killing one person, there was a gap in the steel knife in Wu Nian's hand. It was not a good knife, but it did not break because of it.

Wu Nian moved his feet, and a sharp spear passed through his left shoulder. If he hadn't dodged, the spear would have pierced him in pairs.

Wu Nian looked up and saw a young man holding a spear. The young man's eyes were filled with joy and astonishment.

He thought he had stabbed and killed Wu Nian.

He originally thought that he could obtain this military exploit and be rewarded.

But what greeted him was death.

Wu Nian held the handle of the steel knife with both hands. The blood was sucked away by the cloth on the handle. His hand holding the knife was very steady. When he turned his wrist, the blade with a gap missing was like a lover's hands, caressing her gently.

Passed the spearman's neck.

"Pfft."

Blood spurted out, and the young spearman felt his life force draining rapidly, and then he swayed and fell to the ground.

Wu Nian didn't look at him twice. If he was destined to walk a road filled with bones in his life, then this spearman would be just an insignificant corpse at his feet.

Wu Nian, who killed two people in a row, had no fluctuations in his heart. He was neither sad nor happy. His concentration made him stronger. His ruthlessness made him full of war potential.

At this time, he seemed to have a 360-degree vision.

No. It's a feeling.

The sound of wind, the smell of blood, and the roar of killing.

Wu Nian looked forward, but he clearly heard a killing sound in his left ear. He moved his feet again, and then kicked to the right in an awkward and weird posture.

Wu Nian's kick hit a soldier wearing armor in the lower body.

This soldier wears almost full armor, which can prevent most cuts and stab wounds, but its defense against blunt objects is insufficient.

Wu Nian's powerful and heavy kick shattered both of his balls.

"Ah!!!!" The armored warrior let go of his hands, and the well-made steel knife fell to the ground. He instinctively opened his mouth to the maximum, and let out a miserable roar of pain.

Wu Nian's eyes were as bright as stars. At the critical moment, he threw away the inferior steel knife in his hand, reached out and took the opponent's well-made steel knife, and scratched the tip of the knife.

The sharp tip of the knife easily cut open the opponent's neck. The soldier's screams suddenly stopped, and after shaking his body, he fell forward and fell to the ground.

Wu Nian's knees weakened and he fell forward, rolling like an ugly donkey, and dodged a spear thrust from above.

With a "ding" sound, the sharp spear was nailed to the ground. While Wu Nian rolled the donkey, the steel knife in his hand shone and cut through the spearman's legs.

With a "click", the huge force and the well-made steel knife directly cut off the opponent's thigh bone.

"Ah." The spearman screamed, and his left calf separated from his body. He became unsteady and fell to the ground.

Wu Nian stood up, raised his right leg, and then dropped it heavily. He stepped on the spearman's back, causing the spearman to fall into a baby-like sleep.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian had killed four people in a row. The enemy's blood dyed his whole body blood red.

Zhang Jin, Tieniu and others also killed ten people. However, two of Wu Nian's subordinates were killed. One of them was stabbed in the stomach with a spear and then hacked to death.

One person was directly stabbed to death with a spear.

There are still more than seventy enemies, and Wu Nian still has six.

"Don't stop. If we continue to use up our forces, we will be completely wiped out. Kill, only kill, to carve out a bloody path."

"Let them feel the fear of death and crush their hearts in one fell swoop."

Wu Nian let out a low roar, and instead of retreating, he strode forward, charging towards the seventy people with the power of one person.

Among them, four were warriors and cavalry wearing armor, and more than ten were capable soldiers wearing light armor.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go.

The so-called war competes not only in physical fitness, combat ability, but also morale.

If an army can still fight with 30% casualties, it is already good.

An army with 50% casualties and still able to fight is considered elite.

Therefore, ancient military strategists believed that if they dared to kill ten thousand people, they could dominate the world.

So how many casualties can Ban Bian Zhang's army of one hundred men endure?

Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, and Tieniu are all good fighters, but they don't wear armor, so they can't be killed. The only way is to defeat them and then eliminate them.

Treat death as if it were home, then put it to death and live again.

This is the brave man.

Wu Nian's blood-stained eyes reflected dozens of bright spears and steel knives, and he also saw dozens of shocked faces.

The heart is like a fierce tiger, and the angry eyes are like a diamond.

Although he is only one person, he cannot kill a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand people. But he is an evil ghost and can become a nightmare in the hearts of these soldiers.

"Come on. Come to hell with me." Wu Nian saw their fear and grinned, showing a ferocious and terrifying smile.

now.

He is the god of death.


Chapter completed!