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Chapter 150 Who and the Battle Seven

Du Ling asked: "What does Major Han mean?"

"The border guards retreated twenty kilometers to show their weakness and become more arrogant about their ambitions, so they can strike later!" Han Feng said coldly.

Du Ling quickly reported Han Feng's intention to the division party committee for discussion. After discussion overnight, the division party committee reported the results and plan to the group army. The group army's instructions were simple: all actions will be handled by Han Feng on an ad hoc basis!

Several chief officers of the "Eagle Division" were confused. Who was this Han Feng? How could he be trusted so much by the group army leaders?

Zhao Lantian was a little worried, so he called the chief of staff of the group army. After hearing Zhao Lantian's worries, the chief of staff laughed and said: "You don't have to think so much, just act according to Major Han's plan. As for him,

Who he is, I will tell you when it's time for you to know. I need to remind you that this Han Feng is the general personally selected by the old man. In the field of special operations, he is the real king. No one can beat his edge and power.

If the South Asian subcontinent's 'Kalaripayat' special forces encounter him, they will completely withdraw from the stage of history!"

Zhao Lantian hung up the phone and was shocked.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, political commissar Su Xiang solemnly said: "When I was studying in Beijing last year, I heard a friend from the Military Commission say that the old man has a sharp blade in his hand called 'Leng Jian', which dominates the world and is invincible. No one dares to compete with him."

Fighting, I think this Major Han is most likely from that mysterious army!"

"'Leng Thorn'?" Everyone looked at each other, this was a very strange name, they had never heard of it before.

Su Xiang smiled and said: "About 'Lengsheng', I only heard the name. All its information is a military secret, and outsiders know nothing about it. I only know that it is a super elite force, and every soldier

They are all real weapons for the country and can turn the tide for the country when necessary."

Deputy Division Commander Zhan Ge smiled: "Commissar Su, is that the American Superman you are talking about? There cannot be any super soldier who can save the world in reality!"

"Yes! I know Han Feng is it!" Du Ling suddenly said.

"Oh?" Zhao Lantian showed a very interested expression: "Why did Staff Du see him?"

"Because he has a pair of 'eyes of death'!"

"'Eye of Death'?" Everyone was shocked.

"Only those who kill like grass and have experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood will have the 'eyes of death'! When his cold eyes stare at you, you can even hear the screams of your own soul, so we don't need to doubt him at all.

, because he is a super soldier who is truly unafraid of death!"

At night, in the Pangong Luo area, a dozen figures suddenly flashed into a Lhoba village.

Several ferocious Tibetan Mastiffs sprang out from the darkness, and before they could bark, their bodies as strong as lions were split in half by Gurkha scimitars, and the thick smell of blood quietly spread in the night.

Sai put away his machete and showed a cruel smile. They were the famous Gurkha "Machete Warriors" of the "Kalaripayat" special brigade. They had been haunting the Sino-Indian border for two days and quietly crossed over.

The Chinese army's actual line of control has entered this remote Lhoba village.

The national character of the Gurkhas is particularly suitable for fighting. It is said that the Gurkhas are usually taciturn, but once they lose their temper, they will erupt like a volcano. "It is better to die than to live cowardly." This is the Gurkha people's motto.

Survival Creed. The discipline and endurance of Gurkha soldiers are super strong. It is said that if they are ordered to sit, they will not leave even if they do not eat for a day. On the battlefield, no matter how injured they are, they can always endure it.

Painful, sometimes even so painful that she burst into tears, and she was still saying, "You can't shout, you can't yell, because I am a Gurkha." Therefore, Gurkha's "Machete Warriors" naturally became the most popular among the foreign corps of various countries.

Outstanding.

The symbol of a Gurkha soldier is a Gurkha scimitar that is shaped like a dog leg. The back of the blade is thick and blunt, but the blade is extremely sharp and has extraordinary cutting ability. There is a small V at the bottom of the blade.

The shaped indentation can guide the blood out after being pulled out to avoid staining the handle. The Gurkha scimitar is the national sword of Nepal and one of the top ten famous swords in the world. Although this mysterious military sword cannot be used as

It is used for throwing knives, but it is very useful in hand-to-hand combat. Together with the Gurkha soldiers who would rather die than surrender, it has become a legend in the international mercenary community for 200 years.

Sai made a gesture behind him, and a dozen ghosts quietly disappeared into the silent night.

Soon, a woman's cry for help came from a house in the village, followed by a man's furious shouting. But as soon as the shouting sounded, he was castrated by the Gurkha scimitar, and the gush of blood dyed the darkness red.

night.

There was a sudden commotion in the village. As soon as those fierce Lhoba men rushed out of the house with weapons, their heads were chopped off with sharp Gurkha scimitars. For a moment, there were screams, cries and desperate screams from the women.

The sound was chaotic, but after a while, the entire village fell into complete silence.

There was blood flowing everywhere, a disgusting smell of blood wafted in the air, and the corpses were strewn about in a horrific manner. Men were beheaded, children were disemboweled, and women were almost always raped and then cut open with Gurkha scimitars.

The lower body was opened, the intestines were broken, and the internal organs and blood were everywhere.

The Lhoba village, which was as beautiful and peaceful as a paradise a moment ago, has turned into a hell on earth in the blink of an eye.

This group of Gurkha "scimitar warriors" quietly left the Lhoba village with the joy of killing and returned the same way.

As soon as he entered the canyon, Sai suddenly stopped. His sensitive nose seemed to smell the danger ahead.

Sai's pupils suddenly shrank into a dangerous needle shape.

At this moment, a dark, three-edged military thorn stabbed at his throat like lightning.

Sai quickly stepped back and leaned back, and the Gurkha scimitar was immediately drawn out. With a "choking" sound, it collided with the military spur, and the flying sparks illuminated the dark canyon.

At the same time, six more figures appeared silently around the "Gurkha Scimitar Warriors".

"Chinese soldiers!" After seeing the people wearing mountain combat uniforms in front of him, Sai smiled contemptuously. The tacit "discussions" on the Sino-Indian border in recent times have given the "Kalaripayat" Special Forces Group confidence.

The Chinese army is not as scary as the legend says. They can beat the Chinese soldiers to the ground just like they did to the Pakistani army.

Han Feng said coldly: "Gorkha's Scimitar Warrior'?"

Sai raised his head proudly and said nothing.

"Kill them!" As soon as Han Feng finished speaking, Huben and Long Fei were swept into the Gurkha soldiers like two whirlwinds.

The spurs flipped over, carrying a bone-chilling chill, and instantly penetrated the throats of the two Gurkha "Scimitar Warriors".

Blood flowers were flying, as if the alluring red lotus suddenly bloomed in the cold night.


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