Chapter 129

Although he didn't wear a night vision instrument, the blood from the flesh and shadow would still stand out in the light of the fire in the chaotic battle.

Bahram took a deep breath and stabbed the guy who entangled him.

He expected to see uniforms or armor, but when he left a clear blow, he saw only muscles and hair.

This guy is really strong.

Bahram worked harder before the second blow, and the blade trembled when it hit the bone.

As the dagger stabbed in, the roar echoed in the tunnel.

He took a few steps back, drew out his weapon before the attacker rushed up, and leaned back against the wall.

With the flickering light of the fire, he saw that he had stabbed a big man, his face full of flesh, wearing an ill fitting combat suit, his chest bare, and several grenades tied around his waist.

He pounced on Bahram like a bear, and the dagger in his hand longed for blood and revenge.

At the moment, Bahram's brain was very calm. He rushed forward, then bent down to pass through each other's armpits, then turned and took a step forward, with the knife up and deeply stabbed in.

When the dagger pierced deeply, he tasted the satisfactory vibration of the steel, and the warm feeling of blood flooded his hand.

The next second, there was a groan and trembling ahead.

The other side turned and threw the dagger, but Bahram seemed to have a hunch of his action and turned his head to avoid it.

Bahram had expected that the knife would kill each other, but it was obvious that the big man was not so vulnerable.

Seeing the other side's sharp blade approaching, he flashed to the right at a speed he couldn't normally do, and his right leg was thrown out like an iron whip.

With the muffled sound, each man staggered back with his chest covered, and his ribs seemed to have been kicked open.

When he shook and retreated, Bahram had rushed up, hooked the other party's right arm with his left hand, suddenly stabbed the dagger here, and let the other party's weapons fall to the ground in a scream.

But the man hasn't given up.

Although Bahram's offensive was successful, he was forced to get close to his opponent, so the big man gave him a head hammer directly.

"Well -"

He made a painful sound and staggered back.

The other party's hard forehead hit the center of his face, and the pain and blood covered his whole face.

He shook, barely avoiding the bullets passing overhead.

The big man hurriedly tried to pull something out of his belt, but the tendon of his right wrist had been broken and had to use his unskilled left hand.

In his anger, he simply pulled off his belt.

But as soon as his hand was raised, Bahram kicked it into the darkness out of sight.

At that moment, he clearly saw a string of grenades tied to his belt.

Then the two fell into close combat. They were like fighting in a cobweb, and any wrong action would lead to death or be hit by stray bullets around.

In the flickering fire, the other party's huge fist flew over, Bahram flashed to the left, and then punched the other party in the ribs.

Although his hands are no better than those who are used to swords, they are also covered with calluses due to perennial work, but they also become bloody in beating bones again and again.

Bahram tried to get behind his opponent, but the big man grabbed him and grabbed his neck.

This should have declared the end of the battle, but the man had only one intact hand to use.

The boy roared, tightening the muscles of his neck against the effort to suffocate him.

Instinct told him that there was only one simple way to get rid of such a grip - throw your opponent out with a shoulder fall.

However, the size gap between the two is too large, and such skills are difficult to play.

So he chose to rush back, and they fell back almost at the same time.

The next second, the big man's back brain hit a huge pebble. The impact made his head shake forward, and his nose involuntarily hit Bahram's back brain.

It was so fierce that even Bahram frowned painfully.

But anyway, it let the other party loose his neck. He turned around and stabbed his fingers dizzily.

His index and middle fingers poked into each other's face and nearly pierced each other's eyeballs.

The man then instinctively bowed his head, made a vague voice, staggered back against the rock wall and slipped to the ground.

Several bullets swished past, and Bahram had to bend down to avoid.

Holding this opportunity, the man fell to the ground and began to crawl on the gravel.

Looking in the direction of the other party's climb, Bahram realized that the man was about to drag himself to the belt he had been kicked off. In the process, he pushed his hand forward.

"Stop --"

Aware of the danger, Bahram threw himself on the big man, pressed each other and tried to pull him back.

But the man suddenly burst into great strength. He dragged Bahram on the ground and tried to get close to the belt.

Bahram held each other's arm tightly with his arm, tried to make him unable to probe forward, grabbed a sharp stone on one side and hammered it madly on the man's spine.

In the dark, human nature fades, and they are only crazy beasts.

Although his back was badly mangled by a stone, the big man was still struggling to move towards his belt.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, the bloody fingers trembled and grabbed the grenades.

Bahram, who had killed red eyes, suddenly saw a flash in the dark.

The dagger he dropped lay beside them.

So he grabbed the dagger and stabbed it in from behind with all his strength.

This time, it goes straight into the heart.

The big man trembled under Bahram. He still put his arm to his belt. At this time, he was only a finger away.

He panted reluctantly.

"Sorry."

Bahram whispered, pulled out his dagger and slashed it across the other party's neck from behind.

The outstretched hand fell powerlessly.

After a brief shudder, there was silence.

Bahram then obtained the grenades.

Boom!

The battle lost its suspense when the grenades flew into the crowd.

"How did you just deal with him?"

The crowd gathered around the big man who had just died. Oscar confirmed that this should be the captain of the team they destroyed.

After the noisy battle, the silence could not bear it any more. It trembled and went into Bahram's right arm along his spine, shaking his dagger.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, wiped his bloody face with his sleeve, and then stared into the darkness, but there was nothing there now.

"I --"

Before bakhram said this, he felt eternity, and his voice sounded like a harsh and hoarse whisper.

"I don't know."

Suddenly, outside the cave, a faint explosion rose. The boys ran to the hole and found a golden signal bomb rising.

The sunrise of the sixth day came.