Chapter 1803

"The bull retreats, next round I will be the sharp forward."

Gong Jian stood in the middle of the passage, looking at the endless enemy troops on the opposite side, and slowly said this sentence.

At that time, the bull called out, "Captain, I'm ok."

"I don't care if you're OK. This is my order!"

As a team leader, Gong Jian has always been very democratic.

But in this situation, let's go to the democracy of Tema. Laozi is a dictatorship. Who dares to disobey orders and directly kick out of the ranks.

The bull opened his mouth and did not dare to speak again.

He didn't admit it.

But he also knew clearly that the pain in his arms made it difficult for him to give his strength.

The two hands were cut off, next to that.

Once he was a sharp forward, the enemy broke through his line of defense, and the whole team would disintegrate completely.

Li Nanfang never spoke.

He also wants to conserve his physical strength and serve as the final force of the team.

The sudden advance just now brought less than one tenth of the enemy's casualties.

It's going to get harder and harder, and people will fall at any time.

He just has to be at the critical moment before he can make a move.

"Take the time to replenish our strength. The enemy won't give us too long."

Captain Gong Jian said, tearing open a bag of compressed biscuits, forcing all the nausea, and trying to eat it.

Even if you want to spit out after taking two bites, you will swallow with water.

It's as if he's trying to prove it.

There was a commotion in front of the enemy line, and then a thin guy came in between two bulletproof steel plates blocking the road.

The man looked at the broken limbs all over the ground, his hand trembled and raised his trumpet. He yelled: "dear Chinese soldiers, we solemnly declare to you once again that as long as you lay down your weapons, we will never do anything to hurt you. Please don't make such meaningless resistance any more. Our patience is limited. We can't always use cold weapons to fight with you --- "

" bang! "

A shot interrupted the man.

The bullet penetrates into the other party's forehead without error, and the trumpet falls to the ground, and the person becomes a corpse.

Gong Jian gave the gun to little sheep.

People are killed by a small sheep pulling the trigger.

Long Teng team members disdain to talk with the people of the flame.

They are here to save the hostages, not to raise their hands to surrender and turn themselves into hostages, which will lead to more troubles.

Fight or die.

There is no third way.

With the boy who came to settle down, he became a corpse.

The leader of the fire organization in the rear was also angry.

Kingster, the contemporary leader of the European flame organization, is also the only existing legitimate descendant of the humanitarian radical who judged the valley of flame a thousand years ago.

He has done all kinds of actions, such as making snow monsters, cultivating puppets of Xuanyuan king, and exploring the secrets of China's flaming valley.

After this battle, snow monsters are completely gone.

Yesterday, he also got the exact news that the fake Xuanyuan king, code named "civet cat", died in Huaxia.

Seeing the birth of the dark disaster star, the valley of flame is about to take action.

However, he suffered from unimaginable disaster here.

It will take at least ten years to recover the strength of the valley.

But the real valley of flame, how can you wait for them for ten years.

It can be imagined that the European flame organization's dream of developing a millennium will be completely destroyed in his hands.

Every time he thought of this, kingstead would like to kill all his enemies and drink their blood.

However, when he heard the "dragon chant" from the deepest part of the base, all his resentment was gone.

Yes, just excited.

Uncontrollable excitement.

The six Taoist Masters under the throne of Xuanyuan in flaming valley are the people who know the secret of Xuanyuan King most clearly.

At the beginning, there were descendants of Shura road and animal road who had defected to learn the art of Xuanmen. On the contrary, it was the hams trafficker organization with a humanitarian token, which had long forgotten who the ancestor was.

As a humanitarian radical opposite to ham, of course, they will not give up the traditional virtues brought from China like them. It is a good inheritance.

Therefore, kingside must be a master who has learned the art of Xuanmen.

He also knew clearly that the dark star had been born.

Can never expect, the dark disaster star unexpectedly appeared in his base, also was besieged by his men.

As long as we grasp the dark disaster star, even the Xuanyuan king, who is greatly frightened by his ancestors, should be obedient and listen to his arrangement.

Seeing the messenger sent out, he was killed before he finished his words.Kingstead was furious.

But the hope of catching the dark star alive suppressed all his other emotions.

Regardless of the dissuasion of his subordinates, kingside waved his hand and issued an order: "send the Death Squadron."

Death squads have always been the general term for those who do not even care about their lives in order to complete a task.

Li Nanfang preferred to call this kind of death.

Since he left 800 at the age of 14 and began to rely on himself, Li Nanfang never lacked contact with the dead.

In his impression, dead men, dead men, even if they were dead, could not do anything. They were all useless wastes.

It's a pity.

The martyrs of the flame organization are not as useless as boss Li had met before.

Three minutes after King's order, a group of men in plate armour and covered helmets stepped out of the enemy's line.

There were fifty of them, all wrapped up.

With their appearance, the large forces of the flame organization withdrew to more than ten meters and were ready for battle.

"Here we are, ready to fight!"

Captain Gong Jian didn't say any unnecessary words. He stood directly in the middle of the passage and became a sharp forward to deal with the new enemy.

In fact, there is no need to say anything more.

No matter what comes out of the enemy camp opposite, even a group of bikini girls, it is the same for them.

Killing all the enemies is victory.

Since life and death are relative, why should we care what equipment Suo Mian has passed on to people and what kind of arms he belongs to.

"Kill!"

Captain Gong Jian roared.

Li Nanfang, maniao and Xiaoyang immediately responded: "kill!"

Fifty guys who protect themselves to their teeth. None of them has a weapon in their hands.

They can not pose any life threat to Li Nanfang and others, but they can use their own lives to eliminate all threats.

The gang rushed forward recklessly, even when the first one was kicked by the leader Gong Jian and brought down several companions.

The people on both sides ignored him and rushed up to hold Gong Jian's thigh directly.

Kick one, get two.

If you kick a couple away, four people will come back.

Team leader Gong Jian's legs bow from left to right. He even jumps up more than one meter high in the same place, and runs forward directly on the heads of these guys. However, it is still hard to beat with two fists and four hands.

Two flame dead men who had been trampled on their necks finally hugged Gong Jian's legs before they died.

Perhaps in the minds of these dead men, as long as they hold on to other people's legs, they will be enough for the companions behind them to suppress those who are unable to move.

But they still underestimated the Long Teng team, underestimated the Chinese special forces.

Gong Jian didn't have much strength to drag two dead people forward.

However, his hands can still move, and any guy who wants to rush over is thrown to both sides by him by means of pulling a thousand pounds.

On both sides, there were Li Nanfang and man Niu, who punctured the army spikes in their hands into the necks where the gap between the helmets and clothes of the dead men was correctly stabbed.

In the back, a little sheep turns around and holds the gun in his hand, firing the bullets from various angles to relieve the pressure on captain Gong Jian.

The big army of the flame organization.

Kingstead had come down from the upper floor and stood on the stairs to observe the situation.

He felt that once the death squads were launched, there would be no problem that could not be solved.

However, things did not go in the direction he expected.

Fifty dead men, seven or eight already dead, failed to push each other back.

Especially when Gong Jian threw off the corpse at his feet and Li Sheng roared forward, the death squads were afraid of death and retreated.

"Waste, a bunch of rubbish! All the people give me, squeeze with body, squeeze with life, squeeze them back to me, squeeze into the innermost corner. I don't believe that five of them can block us by thousands. "

Kingstead deserves to be the leader.

Being in command on the spot is to be able to make the most correct decision.

They clearly have nearly 1000 people here. Why do they give up the advantage of "more people and more power".

Go straight ahead and squeeze the four or five people into the corner so that they don't even have room to use their weapons to attack.

With this order.

At the front of the line, the flaming members holding bulletproof steel plates, regardless of whether there are any of their own in front of them, rush forward with their hands raised.

A short distance of more than ten meters, that is, in the blink of an eye.

Those members of the death squads who are still alive are scared to the gall by Gong Jian. They are hesitant and dare not go forward.

But now, it is pushed by his own people behind him. SA Ya Zi rushes forward and directly collides with the whole body.

If this really collides with each other, let alone Gong Jian as a sharp forward. Whoever comes will be impacted back, and all previous efforts will be wasted."Captain, follow me!"

At the critical moment, Li Nanfang, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally broke out.

The remnant soul army stabbed back in his hand. He directly turns around and crosses Gong Jian. With all his strength, he rushes back towards the big army of the flames.

There was a click.

Li Nanfang was hit by the front of the dare to die, the whole skeleton from the rib fracture to the spine.

The blood spurted out, dyed red Li NanFang's head and face, but he didn't take care of these at all, just continued to rush forward, left protruding and right bumping.

When someone tries to stop him, he smashes his forehead with his head.

If someone wants to hold him, he will directly hold the other party in his hand and be used as a weapon to open up a way to survive with the enemy's body.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Li NanFang's blood was boiling gradually.

Until a certain moment, I don't know which frightened little minion, forgetting to catch the order of the mouth, watching Li Nanfang rush to, raise his hand is a shot.

The gunfire in the chaos was extremely clear, and Li Nanfang could have easily avoided it.

But if he dodged, Professor Zhang, who was protected behind him, would not have to live.

There is no other way but to avoid the key.

It's this evasive action that makes his momentum disappear.

When his body was crooked, five or six people rushed forward and held him down.

Without the sharp forward team, the formation was completely changed.

The members of the flame, who had been rallying up from both sides, completely surrounded Gong Jian and others.

People crowded, people by people.

The nearest enemy to them had already turned into a corpse, but he was squeezed by his companions behind him and remained standing.

Now, it seems that a white-edged battle has been won or lost completely.

But a whistling sound like a dragon's chant broke out, making the success or failure reverse again.

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