When the soldier heard the scream, he quickly ran towards the screaming sound. When the soldier came to the screaming position, anger in his heart burned from the bottom of his heart. The soldier slowly squatted down and slowly closed the pair of eyes that were still open.
The moment the soldier stood up, a huge murderous aura on his body was released in an instant. A soldier in the ghost group was killed. The soldier was really completely angry. When he felt this huge murderous aura and anger, even the soldiers hiding everywhere were shocked. Whose murderous aura was so huge? Why is this aura so familiar? Captain! This is the captain's murderous aura! Just as everyone was stunned, the soldier showed a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, and with a "bang", he raised his hand and shot it.
A hundred meters away, a body jumped out of the grass. A blond, blue-eyed, hawk-nosed French soldier held a dagger in his hand and looked at the direction of the soldier in surprise. He never thought that he was hiding and was discovered by the soldier in front of him.
Seeing the French soldier shooting continuously without hesitation, the bullets continued to shoot in the direction of the French soldier. The French soldier held two daggers in his hand, roared and quickly rushed towards the direction of the soldiers.
"Bang bang bang..." Sparks flashed, and bullets that were rapidly firing over were cut in half under the sharp and rapid dagger and dropped to the ground. The soldiers quickly changed the bullets and fired in the direction of the French soldier.
But the result was the same. Before the bullets could be shot on the French soldiers, they were shot down by the daggers in the hands of the French soldiers. The soldiers were shocked and were about to replace the bullets, but at this moment, the French soldier had already appeared in front of the soldiers.
The extremely rapid knife stabbed Da Soldier in the throat. Da Soldier couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, reaching out to touch the dagger on his waist, and with a bang, a spark flashed, and the two daggers hit each other. Da Soldiers and French soldiers took a few steps back.
The other soldiers of the ghost group also came to their senses at this time. They were about to rush towards the soldiers, but the soldiers suddenly shouted, "Everyone, stand by! At three o'clock, there is a team approaching, so be sure to stop them!"
The French soldier took a few steps back and looked at the soldiers with a sneer on his face, "You are the ones who have arranged the targets for me to assassinate me? Let me see what skills do you have to make the ones pay so much attention?"
The twenty-three soldiers of the ghost group heard the soldiers' orders and their faces were full of reluctance, but in the end they were still hiding in place. The soldiers held a black dagger in their hands, without saying anything, jumped in and rushed towards the direction of the French soldiers.
The French soldier held the dagger in both hands, with a crossbar in front of his chest, and rushed towards the direction of the soldier. With a bang, the daggers hit each other at one time. The soldier held the dagger and slashed again with his backhand. At this moment, the soldier's heart jumped and rose rapidly.
Everything around him became extremely slow in the eyes of the soldier. With a click, the dagger in the soldier's hand seemed to have increased several times. The French soldier was shocked. He roared angrily, and dense hair appeared on his pores at this moment.
He jumped quickly to avoid the sword of the soldiers, but the sword's speed was quite fast. Although the French soldiers' speed increased several times faster, they still couldn't avoid the sword. The French soldiers' shoulders were cut by the soldiers.
The soldier hit the sword without stopping. He rushed towards the French soldiers at one time, bang bang bang bang bang... After several consecutive collisions, two daggers kept emitting sparks. The speeds of the two were almost the same, and no one could do anything to anyone.
When the soldiers of the ghost group standing in the distance saw the soldiers fighting against the French soldiers, they saw afterimages. Their eyes could not keep up with the speed of the two. Zhang Lei and others were quite unwilling to accept it. They thought they could help after a year of training, but after they actually went to the battlefield, they realized that not only the captain's strength was strong, but even other countries also had strong soldiers. When the captain's battle with the French soldiers, they could not help at all, but soon the twenty-three soldiers of the ghost group entered the combat state.
They found a team approaching their direction. Zhang Lei was holding the gun and preparing to shoot, but at this moment, with a bang, Zhang Lei hurriedly dodged, and a bullet shot in the place where Zhang Lei had just hidden.
Zhang Lei's eyes were full of surprise. Unexpectedly, he hid his good breath and was discovered. At this time, gunshots kept ringing, and twenty-three soldiers of the ghost group began to fight back, and the opponent was the French team. Both sides were of equal strength and no one could do anything to each other. However, the soldiers of the ghost group relied on the traps that had been ambushed before and killed several soldiers of the French team. Some of the twenty-three iron-blooded soldiers of the ghost group were injured, but no one was killed. A soldier of the ghost group slowly approached the enemy with a dagger in his hand.
When the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group approached the enemy, the enemy suddenly turned around and shot in the direction of the soldier of the ghost group. Seeing this scene, a fierce light flashed in his eyes and he jumped up with a dagger.
With a bang, the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group was shot in the chest, but he rushed towards the French soldier without hesitation. The French soldier fired several shots at the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group, and he began to stare forward with some fear.
At this time, the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group had appeared in front of him, with blood all over his body, and staring at him with a crazy laugh on his face. Who is this guy? He is still standing after being shot so many times! Is he also a special army?
Just as the French soldier was lost for a moment, the dagger in the hand of the iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group slashed by. The French soldier felt a chill in his neck, and blood kept spurting out from his throat, slowly falling to the ground.
Seeing his opponent lying in a pool of blood, the iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group who had been shot several times spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, his legs trembled slightly, and walked towards the next enemy.
But what the iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group did not expect was that just a few steps away, a person suddenly appeared behind him. The iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group stabbed the dagger in his hand and before the dagger could stab the person behind him, he was held.
The iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group pulled out the dagger hard, but the dagger seemed to be clamped by a giant clamp. No matter how much strength he used, he could not pull out the dagger. Seeing this scene, the soldier of the ghost group let go of his hand and opened his mouth to bite the French soldier's wrist. The blood kept falling from the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group. However, the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group did not let go. The French soldier standing in front of the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group stood there quietly.
Seeing the iron-blooded soldier of the ghost group bit his arm frantically, his face was full of calm, he stared at everything in front of him, and said in confusion, "Why? Why are you just an 'ordinary' soldier, you are still standing here after so many deadly bullets, what will you have to support you? But soon I will completely destroy this will that supports you!"
After saying this, the French soldier held it with one hand and a dagger in his hand slashed by. The head of the iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group was cut off by the French soldier, but the teeth of the iron-blooded soldier in the ghost group were still tightly biting the wrist of the French soldier without letting go!