"Da da da!"
When a muscular terrorist was madly shooting with a machine gun, a sniper bullet suddenly flew over and pierced through the top of his skull, causing the machine gun to instantly stop firing.
A terrorist next to him put down the submachine gun in his hand without hesitation and pounced toward the heavy machine gun. However, he fell to the ground with a muffled groan. His head was blown off by a second sniper bullet.
"Be careful, there's a sniper!"
A terrorist next to him reacted and shouted a warning. However, his forehead was pierced by a sniper bullet, and he fell to the ground stiffly.
The gunfire suddenly stopped. The terrorists panicked and hid everywhere, looking for cover to avoid the sniper's line of sight.
Zhang Yang, who was suppressed by the fierce firepower and did not dare to show his face, suddenly felt refreshed. He seized this opportunity and rolled a few times, advancing another dozen meters forward. He hid under a big tree and was only five or six meters away from the village gate.
"He's at nine o 'clock. Kill him!"
A guy who looked like the leader of a small group suddenly shouted with his head tucked in a bunker made of sandbags.
"Boom!" A dazzling flame suddenly flashed in the village, blasting toward the sniper spot where Wan Rui was.
"Oh no, there's a rocket!"
Seven Kills' expression changed drastically. He suddenly stood up and was about to rescue Wan Rui, but Ding Yu reached out and held him back. "Don't rush. Changing locations after firing is common sense for snipers. Do you really think your cousin is a fool?"
"Bang!"
A crisp sniper shot rang out. A terrorist carrying a rocket fell head first from the top floor of a wooden house in the village.
"Phew!"
Seven Kills patted his chest with lingering fear. "Thank God, he's still alive. That scared the hell out of me."
"Boom!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud noise suddenly came from the top floor of another wooden house. A rocket launcher blasted toward Wan Rui's exposed position. The terrorist was lying on the roof, in the blind spot of the sniper rifle.
"Oh no …"
The smile on Seven Kills' face froze. He screamed and soared into the air like an eagle, pouncing toward the sniper spot where Wan Rui was.
"I … F * ck … You said you weren't worried. What a hypocrite."
Ding Ning failed to hold him back and could only watch Qisha expose his whereabouts, muttering speechlessly.
He had been observing everything with his Divine Sense and found that Wan Rui had changed his position without stopping after firing. The rocket did not pose any threat to him at all.
But now that things had come to this, and even Qisha had gone out, he couldn't stay here to enjoy the fruit feast. He slowly put the fruit plate back into the space, stood up, and walked forward.
"Wan Rui, Wan Rui, please don't let anything happen to you. Are you still alive? Answer me, sob sob sob … "
Qisha knelt on the hot ground and cried heartbreakingly. Ding Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Damn it, your cousin is fine. Why are you crying?"
But when Ding Ning saw Wan Rui, who was hiding in the dark, showed a touch of emotion on his face, he decided not to remind Qisha. Perhaps, the cousins could let bygones be bygones because of this.
Boom!
Thinking that the sniper had been killed, the terrorists unscrupulously stood up and fired another rocket at the place where Seven Kills was crying.
"Cousin, be careful!"
Wan Rui's face changed dramatically. He could no longer care about anything else and rushed toward Qisha without any regard for his own safety.
"These two brothers are really stupid."
Ding Ning was speechless. His eyes that were staring at the rocket flashed with purple light, and his huge mental strength poured out like a tide, forcibly changing the trajectory of the rocket.
Wan Rui, who thought he was going to die, threw himself on Qisha and closed his eyes in relief.
But with a loud explosion, he was unharmed, and was only buried by the splashing gravel and mud.
"Hahaha, you're not dead, you're not dead, hahaha!"
Qisha turned over and pressed Wan Rui under his body, hugged his head, and kissed him on the cheek. With tears still on his face, he laughed crazily. "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay. You scared me to death …"
Looking at Qisha who was crying tears of joy, Wan Rui's lips moved, and he pushed him away with a straight face. "Are you crazy? I won't die even if you die!"
"Okay, okay, okay, as long as you're alive …"
Qisha laughed shamelessly and wiped away his tears. Mixed with the dust, his face looked like a dirty cat, and he continued to laugh foolishly.
"Crazy, what a shame!"
Wan Rui turned and hid in the darkness with a face full of disgust. He killed the rocket launcher with one shot, and Qisha still stood there laughing foolishly. After so many years, his cousin was finally willing to talk to him. Even if he was called crazy, he was still very happy.
"Alright, don't stand there like a gay man. If it weren't for me just now, you two brothers would have been blown to ashes."
Ding Ning rolled his eyes and walked over leisurely.
"He talked to me, did you hear him? He talked to me, hehe …"
Qisha was like a child, his eyes shining, and he kept laughing foolishly there.
Ding Ning slapped his forehead speechlessly. "Dear, now is not the time for you to be brothers. Get to work first!"
"Okay, f * ck, they dared to bomb my cousin, I'm going to kill them."
Qisha roared and ran straight into the village as if he had been injected with chicken blood. The crazy bullets hit him but were bounced off by his protective Upstanding Qi. No one could stop his footsteps.
Ding Ning slapped his forehead speechlessly as he watched this guy charge around like a raging bull. He killed his way to the entrance of the village and started a massacre. With one hand, he twisted the head of a terrorist off. With one kick, a terrorist flew out more than ten meters like a broken sack and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, spewing blood. With one punch, the terrorist's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon …
Qisha was bathed in blood, like a demon from hell, causing the lucky surviving terrorists to flee in all directions, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.
The line of defense that Zhang Yang could not break after fighting for more than half an hour was as defenseless as a child's decoration in front of him. It was full of what it meant to be invincible and what it meant to be violent.
The mouths of the Yulin Guards were wide open, looking at the demon-like figure in disbelief. A chill went straight to the top of their heads. F * ck, was he still human? He was simply the Terminator coming to the world!
In particular, Zhang Yang remembered that he did not take Qisha seriously at all before he came here. He mocked and provoked Qisha along the way, but Qisha never said a word, which made him mistakenly think that Qisha was afraid of him and showed off in front of his teammates. If he really fought with Qisha, he would definitely not last more than ten moves.
However, reality had ruthlessly slapped him in the face, causing his face to burn. So it turned out that the other party had never taken him seriously and was too lazy to bicker with him. After all, how could a dragon care about the provocation of an ant? This caused his eyes to be filled with gloom. This damned fellow, did he want to pluck the fruits of our victory?
"With his combat capability, even if he enters the Jia Camp, he can be ranked in the top three, right?"
Lin Bao stared blankly at Seven Kills, who had single-handedly killed more than a hundred terrorists. He even forgot to fire his gun as he muttered to himself.
"F * ck! It's really awesome. The people of the National Warrior's Mansion are so fierce! "
Li Wei opened his mouth so wide that a big duck egg could be put into it. He swallowed his saliva and said in shock.
"I don't know which idiot said that the National Warrior's Mansion is no match for the Yulin Guard at all."
Wan Rui, who was a man of few words, showed a touch of pride on his face and sneered faintly.
He had had enough of Zhang Yang. Now that the relationship between him and Qisha had been exposed, he decided that he could not bear it anymore. At worst, he would quit the Yulin Guard and go to the National Warrior's Mansion. Anyway, he would serve the country.
Besides, Qisha had invited him to join the National Warrior's Mansion before, but he directly refused because he hated him. But now it was different. The knot in his heart was opened by his cousin's tears, and the hatred in his heart had disappeared.
The most important thing was that his cousin could not be blamed for his mother's death. His mother had never blamed him and was still worried about him. His father had always hoped that they could reconcile. After all, apart from his father, Qisha was his only relative in this world.
"Ahem! What should we do now? "
Song Lin heard the sarcasm in Wan Rui's words. He was afraid that Zhang Yang would lose his temper, so he quickly changed the topic.
"Someone will take the lead, and we'll follow him!"
Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with resentment. He ignored Wan Rui's sarcasm, but he was secretly calculating in his heart. There were many people in the Yulin Guard who disliked the National Warrior's Mansion. As long as the news that he was Qisha's cousin was leaked out, many people would be willing to stand up for him. There was no need for him to fight to the death with him now.
Of course, the most important reason was that he knew that it was his fault that they had fallen into a hard fight before. It was his mistake in strategic deployment. If he had let Wan Rui occupy the commanding height to snipe and suppress the enemy's firepower earlier, they would not have fallen into such a passive situation. Although his subordinates did not say it, they must have some opinions about him in their hearts. Now he must show a little more magnanimous to appease their emotions.
"Kill!"
The members of the Featherwood Guard roared in unison. With guns in hand, they bent over their waists and ran into the village. The terrorists who had fled in all directions suffered a calamity this time. Following the sounds of gunfire that sounded like frying beans, each and every one of them died a violent death.
Ding Ning's figure had already disappeared, and no one knew where he was.
Zhang Yang rushed into the village with his team. He saw that Qisha was like a humanoid demonic beast. With one step, he could cover several meters. As long as the terrorists were caught by him, they would inevitably die a violent death with broken bones and tendons. The whole village was filled with cries for their fathers and mothers, and the terrorists all fled with their hands covering their heads.
"Kill them, and don't let any of them go!"
Zhang Yang was greatly refreshed. With Qisha in the front, they only cared about picking up the leftovers from the back. They shot wildly at the terrorists who had no fighting spirit, and the evil terrorists fell in a pool of blood one by one.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
With a series of slapping sounds, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the largest wooden building.
Guardian of Rules Feng, who was in the wooden building, had a smile on his face as if the terrorists they killed were not his subordinates. He walked down the stairs slowly and said with admiration, "I've heard that Qisha of the National Warrior's Mansion is brave and good at fighting. Today, I see that you deserve your reputation."
"Oh, really? Then I have to thank you for your praise, Guardian of Rules Feng! "
Qisha narrowed his eyes and said coldly, but he was secretly on guard because Ding Ning told him that there was still a Lama hiding here. He was confident that he could fight Guardian of Rules Feng alone, but if two Guardians of Rules joined hands, he was not sure that he could win.
"Qisha, do you think that you can defeat me with just a few people?"
Guardian of Rules Feng said proudly, "I've long wanted to fight with the National Warrior's Mansion. Today is really a good opportunity."
"Then don't talk nonsense. If you want to fight, hurry up."
Qisha said impatiently, stomped on the ground, rushed to Guardian of Rules Feng like an arrow leaving the bow, and punched at Guardian of Rules Feng.
With a soft "pop" sound, Guardian of Rules Feng seemed to be hit by Qisha's punch without any defense, but Qisha's heart sank and he thought that it was not good. He actually hit an afterimage, but he was very experienced in fighting. Without hesitation, he turned around on the spot and swept his right leg backward.
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