"Song Yang, immediately ask in which direction the enemy is running."
Zhao Wuji spat out a sentence coldly, but this sentence revealed huge murderous intent.
Everyone guessed Zhao Wuji's plan, and no one stopped him.
On the contrary, the fighting factor in his heart was aroused.
Let alone being so angry, just seeing this tragic scene in front of him, the soldier's sense of mission surged.
Come on, are soldiers who cannot protect the common people still soldiers?
The leader of the team, Song Yang, was still restraining his emotions.
He knew very well that the Naji people did not belong to his own country and he had no right to interfere in the affairs of other countries.
However, Song Yang did not want to say it out loud, and he knew very well that it would be useless to say it in this situation.
He was already on the verge of Zhao Wuji, who was on the verge of going berserk, couldn't possibly listen, so he went to inquire with the Naji people about the situation.
"Boss, we all went west.
That's the military base of the drug lord Kun Sha.
We left at dawn and it's been about two hours now," Song Yang said quickly to Zhao Wuji, who was staring at him like a wolf.
Zhao Wuji said nothing and rushed towards the west.
Everyone hurriedly chased him, but found that they could not catch up.
After a while, there was no trace of him.
Song Yang assigned a relatively weak person to go back.
After contacting the cliff and telling him to wait quietly at the cliff, he led three other people to follow the traces.
Unexpectedly, this walk lasted for most of the day, and everyone was exhausted with sweat, and their physical strength could not keep up.
Thinking of Zhao Wuji taking the risk alone, Song Yang had to cheer everyone up, gritted his teeth and chased forward, and then After running for a while, Song Yang suddenly saw that several enemy soldiers in front of him were killed with a single blow, and their weapons had been taken away.
Everyone looked at the enemy's wounds, which were all throats.
He struck out cleanly and killed everyone with one move.
They were all shocked.
The enemy was attacking one by two.
Everyone thought they could do it, but five corpses appeared in one place at the same time. , there are not many traces of fighting now, everyone can see that the situation at the scene is that one person rushed over, took advantage of them, and easily solved all five people.
Things are a bit strange, but this is the only explanation that makes sense.
Everyone is not a fool.
They have all learned the skills of surveying the scene.
In a short time, they analyzed the situation in detail.
After looking at each other, they nodded and everyone continued to look towards the scene.
Chase forward.
After a while, everyone saw three corpses of the enemy lying on the ground.
All of them had their throats cut and killed with one knife.
Needless to say, they must have been done by the same person as the corpses in front of them.
This person was Zhao Wuji.
In fact, Zhao Wuji embarked on the road of revenge with guilt, pain and resentment.
Whether it was to give an explanation to the victims or to redeem his own heart, Zhao Wuki believed that he had to do something.
What, so, embarked on a road of no return for revenge.
After killing two groups of stragglers in succession, Zhao Wuji felt even more guilty, as if he saw countless resentments in the sky blaming himself.
Although there was a reason for the incident, Zhao Wuji was a man who could distinguish between love and hate.
The Naji tribe killed him People from Qingniu Village, but Bi It turned out to be a minority, and every wrongdoer has his own owner.
Now a large number of ordinary people are being retaliated for assassinating enemy officers and blowing up ammunition depots.
Zhao Wuji feels that he has caused everyone trouble, and he will not avenge everyone.
Zhao Wuji Wuji himself will not forgive himself.
Zhao Wuji, with red eyes, ran with a pistol and a knife, following the traces left by the enemy, like a wolf in the forest.
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A few rabbits disappeared into the forest.
Two hours later, Zhao Wuji chased him to a canyon and saw many soldiers resting in the open area ahead, preparing to have lunch.
Several soldiers were encircling the surroundings to maintain security.
It was the enemy soldiers who were chasing him all the way.
Zhao Wuji, whose brain was filled with anger, Wuji rushed forward without hesitation.
Several sentries discovered Zhao Wuji and raised their guns as a warning.
Zhao Wuji almost instinctively picked up the gun and started shooting.
With three bursts of fire, he killed three sentries.
Others also opened fire.
Where was Zhao Wuji who was running wildly?
These people could aim as fast as they could, and bullets would almost always be fired as soon as they left.
Zhao Wuji ran over crazily and opened fire, killing the enemies who fired at him from time to time.
He shot more than a dozen people to death in one breath.
At this time, he had already rushed to the enemy's resting place.
As the saying goes, when two armies meet, the brave will win.
Zhao Wuji shouted, smashed the gun in his hand at the nearest person, pulled out the "ink knife", and rushed into the enemy crowd.
When the enemy discovered that someone was attacking, they panicked for a moment.
When they saw that it was one person charging, they became angry and raised their guns and opened fire.
However, they found that the target had already rushed into the crowd.
Everyone shouted and rushed over, preparing to Zhao Wuji was cut into thousands of pieces, and one person dared to attack a team of nearly a hundred people, which made everyone angry.
Zhao Wuji rushed into the crowd and didn't think much at all.
His eyes were red and murderous.
His mind was filled with the souls of grievances and the will to take revenge.
He waved his "ink knife" and saw a black ink streak passing through.
Then two big heads flew into the sky.
Zhao Wuji turned his weapon around and stabbed the enemy soldier who was rushing from behind for a sneak attack.
He flew up and kicked an enemy soldier away hard, hitting a large area.
The enemy soldier fell to the ground and never got up again.
Not coming anymore.
The space around him suddenly became much larger.
Zhao Wuji pulled out the "Ink Sword", lowered his head, dodged a gun that was thrown at him, and then pulled it to cut off the arm of the enemy soldier who was sneaking up from the side.
Close combat has always been Zao Wuji's strength.
With the "Ink Sword" in his hand, a rare sharp weapon in the world, Zhao Wuji has almost nothing to fear.
Zao Wuji, who is blinded by hatred, only sees killing and keeps killing.
Kill all the people in front of you to comfort the innocent souls who died in vain and redeem your own conscience.
If a large number of people were chasing him, the enemy soldiers might retreat, but there was only one person chasing him.
This made everyone feel slighted and completely angered.
They forgot about life and death and swarmed over.
This actually gave Zhao Wuji an advantage.
If these people dispersed and fought with guns, it would be difficult for Zhao Wuji to deal with them.
The enemies swarming over did not cause serious injuries to Zhao Wuji.
At this moment, all Zhao Wuji could think about was killing.
Killing one was killing, killing several was killing.
He didn't care.
The "ink knife" in his hand was like the sickle of the god of death, constantly harvesting fresh lives.
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The enemy soldiers who came one after another almost piled up with their bodies, and the guns in their hands were used as fire sticks, and they smashed towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji squatted down, drew a circle with the "ink knife" in his hand, and surrounded him.
All the ankle bones of the enemy beside him were cut off, and the enemy soldiers screamed in pain.
The enemy in his hand was pushed forward by the enemy soldiers behind him and fell on Zhao Wuji.
Dozens of enemies fell on Zhao Wuji.
The weight was very heavy.
There were more enemies behind him who rushed towards him.
Ouch.
Shouting, as if he was going to crush Zhao Wuji to death, no one noticed that the ankle bones of the dozens of people at the bottom had been cut off.
Zhao Wuji almost instinctively rushed forward, like a heavy tank, knocking away the few people in front of him on the spot, leaving a little space.
At this time, a large number of people came down from behind, and Zhao Wuji, who was fighting instinctively, He didn't care so much, but continued to kill furiously, waving the "ink knife", and continued to harvest lives.
Every time he took action, the resentment in his heart lightened a little.
By the time the hill-like pile of enemies realized something was wrong, more than a dozen enemy soldiers had fallen.
The enemies got up one after another and rushed towards Zhao Wuji again.
They howled and killed Zhao Wuji on the spot and would not give up until he died.
Zhao Wuji, whose eyes were red with bloodshed, didn't think too much.
He fought instinctively in the crowd, and as long as he had a chance to kill the enemy, he didn't care about the weapons thrown at him.
After a while, his body was covered with blood and he had been hit hard many times.
If you hit him, your internal strength will protect your body, so there won't be any danger for the time being.
The killing continued, with continuous screams, broken limbs and backs flying around, and blood staining the ground red.
More and more enemies fell to the ground groaning in pain after receiving heavy blows, losing their fighting ability.
But Zhao Wuji was like a crazy tiger, constantly biting his prey, without caring about the injuries on his body.
Every time he was hit hard by the blow, he felt no pain.
Besides killing, he was still killing.
His whole body felt like he had never been killed before.
It looks like something fished out of blood, and its momentum is terrifying.
Finally, after most of the enemies fell, the remaining people became frightened and began to shrink back.
Their hands and feet were trembling, and they could not even hold their guns steady.
They looked at Zhao Wuji one by one, as if they saw the god of death from hell, unable to lift them.
A little desire to fight again.
The enemy's courage was broken and the morale of the army was shattered, but the killing was not over.
Zhao Wuji fought a hundred, almost overwhelmingly.
At the beginning, the enemy counterattacked frantically.
By now, the enemy had no counterattack.
His courage stood still until he was beaten passively, like a puppet.
I don’t know who shouted, “The God of Death, it’s the God of Death, run away.”
Everyone woke up from fear, screamed strangely, and scattered.
Zhao Wuji, who had regained some sense, saw this scene, picked up an automatic rifle and opened fire.
The bullets rattled with vengeful fury, roaring.
Caught up with the enemy who was fleeing in panic.
After finishing shooting with one gun, Zhao Wuji picked up two guns, fired left and right, and fired fiercely.
There was a canyon around.
There were only two ways to leave.
One was to go inside, but was it Death Valley?
He didn't know that the other way was the exit.
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In the desire to survive, the panicked enemy instinctively ran towards the outside of the canyon.
This made it easier for Zhao Wuji to kill.
After firing the bullets, he immediately picked up the gun on the ground and continued shooting.
There were discarded guns all over the ground.
The enemies who had been reorganized had been killed and their courage was broken.
He thought about it quickly.
Leave this hellish place, leave this god of death, how can you think of fighting back?
The two guns were like black and white, and the angry bullets kept harvesting lives.
After a while, the remaining enemies also reacted, but they had lost the courage to fight back.
They all knelt on the ground, praying for surrender, and looked at their bodies.
The bloody Zhao Wuji and the two automatic rifles that were constantly spraying flames were all frightened.
However, Zhao Wuji's mind was full of revenge and killing, and he didn't think about anything else at all.
Seeing that the enemy stopped running, he rushed forward, the gun in his hand never stopped, ah, Zhao Wuji shouted, facing the enemy Fierce shooting soon wiped out all the remaining enemies.
Until all the bullets in the gun were fired and the enemies were beaten into sieves, they did not stop, and the trigger firing pin still made bursts of empty sounds.
After a while, Zhao Wuji came back to his senses, staring blankly at the corpses on the ground in front of him, silently throwing the gun in his hand on the ground, kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at the endless void in front of him, as if watching When the resentment of death was reached, he left with satisfaction.
Zhao Wuji, who was feeling heavy-hearted, just knelt down, motionless, like a sculpture.
The frightening redness in his eyes that had lost his mind slowly began to fade away.
Suddenly, a needle flashed in his eyes, and the murderous intent once again appeared.
He soared up, looked coldly at the jungle ahead, and took out the "ink knife" stuck on his waist. 160420oshow7: