Zhang Zhe, who saw that the other party was looking for trouble for him, didn't really care.
They are just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps, there is nothing for him to care about!
There is only one person he needs to care about.
There was only the man standing behind everyone, wearing a black suit, with long pre-apocalyptic hair that covered half of his face, and a cigarette in his mouth.
Among the many smells permeating the air, his was the only one that seemed dangerous to Zhang Zhe.
Thinking about it, this guy should be the person who was just called the second master, right? Since they are called the Machete Club, then he, the second master, should also be good at some sword skills, right?
After casually throwing away the newspaper in his hand, Zhang Zhe, who was sitting on the carriage, picked up the black-sheathed straight-edged Tang sword beside him and jumped out of the carriage.
In fact, Zhang Zhe could have picked up the shotgun placed next to Tang Dao and used it as a deterrent to avoid direct conflict with these people!
But Zhang Zhe, who had just bought a Tang Dao, wanted to test whether the Tang Dao in his hand was easy to use on these guys who came to his door.
Of course, Zhang Zhe knew very well that he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble in this base. As long as no lives were lost, it would not be a big deal.
Haha... As long as you don't draw the sword out of its sheath, no one will die!
Zhang Zhe, who was thinking this way, had just jumped off the carriage. The bearded man was holding a machete and rushed to the front of the crowd. Taking advantage of the large number of people behind him, he was the first to rush to Zhang Zhe and raised his knife towards Zhang Zhe.
Hit head on.
How could Zhang Zhe, who had a weird smile on his face, spoil him?
After dodging to the side, he picked up the Tang sword with the scabbard in his hand, and struck the bearded man's left knee with a hard blow.
Hearing a crisp "click" sound, Zhang Zhe's left knee joint was broken by Zhang Zhe, and he immediately fell to the ground and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
As Bearded fell to the ground, the group of men following him holding machetes also rushed towards Zhang Zhe with their knives raised.
"Haw him to death, kill this bastard. Hack him to death..."
The screams of the bearded man falling to the ground not only did not scare these men. Instead, they made these men yell and curse even more angrily, swinging the machetes in each other's hands and hacking at Zhang Zhe.
Facing the group of men who rushed in front of him and slashed with knives, Zhang Zhe was not afraid at all. On his face, he still had that strange-looking smile.
And the Tang sword in his hand has still not been pulled out of its scabbard.
The group of rotten fish and shrimps in front of him were not worthy of letting him pull out the knife in his hand.
Among the people who were slashing with swords, Zhang Zhe just relied on his flexible steps to dodge.
Whenever he dodged an enemy's attack, he would just wave the unsheathed Tang Dao in his hand and hit the opponent's knee joint. Or he could use the handle of the knife to poke the opponent's weak ribs.
.
In less than a minute, Zhang Zhe, who was playful, knocked down the dozen or so men with machetes who rushed in front of him, either lying down or lying on their stomachs. He kept saying,
The same wailing sound as the bearded one before.
The fate of these people was very miserable. Either their knees were broken by Zhang Zhe, or they had several ribs stabbed by Zhang Zhe.
It is estimated that within three to five months, it will definitely not be able to take care of itself.
Standing not far away, the man with a killer hairdo didn't panic after seeing all his younger brothers fall at Zhang Zhe's feet.
After casually flicking the unburned cigarette in his hand, he slowly walked towards Zhang Zhe, who was carrying the Tang Dao in his hand, with a strange smile on his face and his eyes fixed on him.
"Boy, that's good. Do you have something?"
"To deal with so many of my brothers, you didn't even draw your sword."
"Haha... let me test how high your true ability is?"
After hearing the man's cold words, Zhang Zhe, holding a long knife in his hand and standing among the unlucky guys who fell to the ground, had a slight smile on his face.
While walking towards the man, he said in a tone full of contempt to the man who was slowly walking towards him.
"They are just a bunch of rubbish. They are not worthy of me to draw a sword."
"My kung fu is not very high, at best it is only as high as a three or five-story building!"
"If you want to see what I am capable of, then you have to see if you are worthy of letting me draw the sword?"
As soon as Zhang Zhe finished speaking, the Shamate man who had already walked slowly up to less than three meters away from Zhang Zhe raised the corners of his mouth and said coldly with a sneer on his face.
"Arrogant!"
As soon as the word "arrogance" came out of the man's mouth, the man immediately pulled out a machete from his back. At lightning speed, he slashed towards Zhang Zhe's face.
The man's action was very sudden. He drew the sword from behind, stepped forward and chopped, all in one go. The speed was as fast as lightning breaking through the sky.
But it's a pity that in Zhang Zhe's eyes, his sword can only be regarded as a third-rate sword.
The blade of the machete is only forty or fifty centimeters long. Although it is convenient to hide behind the back, it also has some suddenness. However, the short blade greatly limits its attack distance.
At a distance of less than three meters, if you want to hurt someone with a machete, you must move to shorten the attack distance.
When a real master shortens the distance, he will often use a cautious and step-by-step movement method. How could he take such a long stride like this guy?
Just such a trivial step has become this guy's fatal injury!
Facing the man's slashing sword, Zhang Zhe neither dodge nor block with the Tang Dao in his hand.
Instead, when the man was between steps and unable to make a second move, he took advantage of the distance of the Tang sword in his hand. From top to bottom, with a strong wind, it hit the man's right shoulder holding the sword.
superior.
"Crack!"
As a crisp sound of broken bones came from the man's shoulder, the machete in the man's hand immediately fell to the ground.
Before the man's face showed a trace of pain due to the fracture of his right shoulder, Zhang Zhe, who was wielding the unsheathed Tang sword in his hand, immediately hit the man's right knee joint with the blade of the sword.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the man who killed Matt fell to the ground. The group of younger brothers not far away from him also fell to the ground and let out screams like slaughtering pigs.
Looking at the Shamate man who fell at his feet and screamed in pain, Zhang Zhe, with a slight smile on his face, spoke calmly.
"If you're not arrogant, why would you still call me a young man?"
"You only have two seconds left, and you still want to see me draw my sword? Are you worthy?"
"Those who can see me drawing my sword are no longer in this world. You should practice hard for a few more years!"
As soon as Zhang Zhe finished speaking, a dozen soldiers wearing golden armor, sabers hanging on their waists, and holding rifles suddenly rushed out from the side, surrounding Zhang Zhe and the people lying on the ground.
"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, and don't move!"
Facing the sudden appearance of the soldiers around him, Zhang Zhe was also stunned.
Damn it! What happened? Why didn’t I notice the arrival of this group of people?
Just when Zhang Zhe was stunned, a soldier wearing golden armor and smelling of grass put the muzzle of his gun on Zhang Zhe's head and shouted loudly at Zhang Zhe.
"Drop your weapons and raise your hands!"
As he dropped the Tang Dao in his hand, Zhang Zhe, with a signature smile on his face, immediately smiled at the soldier and said.
"Brother, I'm one of my own. I'm Zhang Junzhe, the head of Z City Station."
"I think there must be some misunderstanding, something like this..."
Before Zhang Zhe could finish speaking, a woman's cold voice came from the side.
"Misunderstanding? One of our own?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter which post station master you are. If you dare to fight in the military base of City L, you can be imprisoned for several months and eat prison food for a few days!"
When Zhang Zhe turned around and looked around, he saw a beautiful girl wearing a black women's suit with her long hair tied into a high ponytail.
The girl is not very old, she looks to be around 25 or 26 years old. There is no smile on her little face, which is slightly baby fat, and she looks very arrogant and cold.
The first time he saw the girl, Zhang Zhe felt a sense of familiarity. But he really couldn't figure out who this girl was?
Maybe I had met this girl a few times in this base five years ago?
Just when Zhang Zhe was looking at the girl with a proud expression and wondering who this girl was, the killing man lying at his feet immediately raised his left hand and pointed at Zhang Zhe, holding back the pain, and spoke to the girl
shouted.
"Captain, we met two days ago!"
"This bastard hurt me and my brothers, you have to make the decision for me!"
"Captain, you helped me today, and we will be very grateful tomorrow at our machete meeting!"
After hearing the man's words, Zhang Zhe was stunned.
Damn it! These soldiers are actually in the same group as this machete!
Coded, it seems that I can only use the identity of Xiangyun Neisuwei again this time...
Just when Zhang Zhe was thinking this, the girl with a proud expression took out a pistol from behind and shot the man who was killing Matt at Zhang Zhe's feet in the head.
"boom!"
As the gunfire rang out, a blood hole instantly appeared on the head of the man who killed Matt at Zhang Zhe's feet.
Then, the girl put away her pistol, with a look of arrogance on her face, and said in a cold tone to the dozens of soldiers standing aside.
"The machete guild members violently grabbed guns and were shot on the spot!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers immediately pulled the triggers of their rifles and executed all the men from the Machete Club who had been injured by Zhang Zhe.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
In an instant, there was loud gunfire in front of the stables in the east area of the base.
As soon as the gunshots were fired, the girl slowly walked up to Zhang Zhe, who had not yet figured out the situation. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of sneer.
"Captain, long time no see."
"When did you change your name to Zhang Junzhe?"
"Why, doesn't Zhang Zhe's name sound good? Or are you deliberately hiding from someone?"
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