Blood rain was still flying in the air, and Sai's eyes widened, looking in horror at the faint traces of light traced by the sharp military spikes in the night.
"Chinese Special Forces!" The Gurkha soldiers behind Sai couldn't help but exclaimed. Before he finished speaking, two more "Machete Warriors" were stabbed through the back of their heads by military thorns, and white brains and hot blood spurted out.
The Gurkha soldiers were stunned by the unparalleled killing skills of the "Cold Sting" warriors. However, after being stunned for a moment, the aggressive bloody nature of the Gurkha nation hidden in their bones was angered, and the remaining Gurkha soldiers raised their bows.
The knife roared and rushed towards Long Fei and Hu Ben.
A heartbreaking sound of iron tools suddenly sounded, the blades penetrated the bones, blood arrows flew wildly, and the miserable screams before the death of life caused the temperature of the surrounding air to drop to freezing cold.
The attack of the Chinese soldiers was invincible, but the battle-hardened Gurkha "Machete Warriors" were unable to fight back. Seeing this, Sai couldn't help but change his color in horror. His fingers trembled slightly, and he seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking.
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented fear: these Chinese soldiers in front of him were by no means ordinary people, they must be the legendary and mysterious super-elite troops. Tonight, this desolate valley may very well become their Gurkha."
The final destination of Scimitar Warrior.
The dark eyes of Long Fei and Hu Ben were as cold as stars, and the two military thorns were like black lightning. Wherever they went, they would kill with one blow. The world-famous "Gurkha Scimitar" completely lost its use, and in the blood
In the falling rain, I fell into the dust together with the Gurkha "Scimitar Warriors" who would rather die than surrender.
The remaining Gurkha soldiers were like crazy beasts, howling and rushing towards Long Fei and Hu Ben, wishing to tear them into pieces. At this moment, two ghostly figures suddenly rushed towards the Gurkhas.
Soldier, the long knife like autumn water silently pierced the body of the Gurkha soldier. As the blade penetrated the flesh, the handle rotated, instantly shattering the internal organs of the "Machete Warrior". Although this killing method is cruel
But it is absolutely effective and does not give the enemy any chance at all. It is the preference of all "ldh" warriors, and the "Eagle and Falcon" have a special liking for it.
A Gurkha soldier suddenly abandoned Long Fei and Huben, raised his body diagonally, and pounced on Han Feng, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle.
He knew that this elegant young man was the leader of this group of Chinese soldiers. Only by "capturing the thief and capturing the king" could they break tonight's fatal situation.
The knife was like a meteor, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and struck Han Feng in the face. Gurkha soldiers who have been in the international mercenary world for 200 years will not be willing to kill at any time, even if there is a chance.
They also want to burn their lives like moths to the flame.
As the sharp Gurkha scimitar flew through the air, the soldier was surprised to find that the young man opposite actually broke into a smile, and his eyes as black as ink, like the deepest pool, looked at him quietly. What was that like?
His eyes? mocking or sad?
The Gurkha soldier swore that at this moment he heard the cry of his soul.
There was only a "click" in his ears, and the Gurkha soldier's right hand holding the knife had been twisted. Before the huge pain spread, a strange coldness came from his neck, and then he saw his own
The scimitar was in the young man's hand, and he suddenly discovered that the Gurkha scimitar he had always kept with him was so breathtakingly beautiful.
When the enchanting red lotus bloomed, he heard the admiration of his soul: "What a fast knife!"
The Gurkha "Machete Warriors" who are famous in the international mercenary world for their close combat suddenly found that they had lost all their advantages. Under the fierce attack of the opponent, they almost became lambs to be slaughtered.
His confidence and courage were trampled into powder and disappeared into the dark night together with the wind in the valley.
The Gurkha soldier, whose machete was thrown away by Hubenge, howled and rolled out. Before he could even bounce up, his P226 pistol had been pulled out. He knew that his proud fighting skills were useless in front of this group of Chinese people.
It's like child's play, he is going to die anyway, and before he dies, he must kill a Chinese soldier, even if doing so violates the Gurkha fighting principles, even if his soul is cursed by God because of it, he is crazy, he
Sheng Sheng was frightened crazy by the incredible killing speed of Chinese soldiers.
Just as the muzzle of the gun was raised, a blue light rushed over. The Gurkha soldier suddenly found a beautiful "butterfly" on his wrist. It was strange and bloody. He was terrified. He was about to scream but found that his throat seemed to be strangled by something.
He froze, unable to scream at all, and then the smelly black blood spurted out from his nostrils, eyes, ears and mouth.
This is the "butterfly thorn" that seals the throat with blood. When you are surprised by its beauty, it has already killed you. In fact, isn't beauty the sharpest weapon in the world?
Sai did not move. He had held the world-famous Gurkha scimitar in his hand for a long time. This sword was his pride and honor. This sword had drunk the blood of more than two hundred people, including women and children.
Of course, more of them are his enemies. Today, the knife suddenly became heavy. He thought of his beautiful wife in Nepal and two lovely children. Home, how warm and happy the word is, but tonight
After that, it will disappear together with this sword.
Sai didn't dare to move. He knew that if he moved even once, his life would end abruptly. Sai, who traveled across South Asia and even daunted the Indian "Kalaripayat" warriors, suddenly felt like crying because he was desperate.
He suddenly discovered that facing these powerful Chinese soldiers, he was not even as good as an ant.
All the companions fell into a pool of blood, and the corpses looked strange and terrifying in the cold night. Several Chinese soldiers had stopped the slaughter, gently wiping the blood on the blades, without even glancing at Sai, as if
In their eyes, the proud Sai was already a dead man.
Sai Yi let out a long sigh, suddenly lowered his right hand holding the knife, and said to Han Feng: "Who are you?"
Han Feng said coldly: "The Chinese People's Liberation Army's 'Cold Thorn Commando'!"
"'Cold Sting Commando'?" Sai had never heard of this name, but he smiled.
"Please tell all Gurkhas, including Indians, that if you want to live a good life, you must not be enemies with China, because in front of the powerful Chinese army, we are just a group of ants, a group of pitiful self-righteous ants!"
Sai swallowed hard, and a look of determination suddenly appeared on his face, saying: "As a soldier, I hope to die with dignity!"
Snowflakes were flying in Han Feng's eyes, "You have no choice. Anyone who offends our country will be killed without mercy!"
Sai was desperate. He roared angrily and slashed at Han Feng with his sword. The Gurkha scimitar was cold under the colorful starlight.
As soon as Sai's body bounced up, a dark military thorn had already penetrated into his throat.
Sai's whole body suddenly stiffened, and the Gurkha scimitar fell to the ground. He tried to open his eyes wide, and finally saw Xiao Bing's cold and resolute face clearly.