He held the knife and rushed towards that direction. Since death is inevitable, he must drag this guy to the back.

A low roar came out from his throat. He accelerated his pace and jumped into the air. He slashed Huashan with a force, slashing the first man with a gun and a man in half. With that momentum, he overturned the other man with his shoulders. The elegant enemy soldiers seemed to discover Yang Zheng's intention and kept retreating.

A iron spear penetrated Yang Zheng's ribs, and the huge pain made him wake up suddenly. He was slanted, avoiding the danger of piercing. A piece of meat under the rib was stabbed away by the gun head.

Yang Zheng fell to the ground and half-kneeled, his muscles all over his body fell into a numb state. Seeing five or six weapons swept towards him together, Yang Zheng felt like he was stimulated by something in his head. A red light flashed between the rags hanging on his chest, like a dry dry well facing the long-lost spring rain.

He raised his body incredibly and rushed through five meters like a leopard. A large row of soldiers cut them in half, and blood splattered everywhere.

Although it was paid for ten wounds of all sizes.

But when he finally arrived in front of the Ruya soldier, he looked at his horrified eyes and Yang Zheng sneered and slashed down with a sharp knife.

Suddenly, three consecutive calls of "Wu-Wu-Wu-" came from a distance, and the sound of gold and retreated.

Wow, the soldiers on both sides quickly retreated like a tide. They were fighting to the death just now, and immediately stopped fighting and retreated to their own positions.

Don't be surprised, the tug-of-war at the border is like this.

Neither side has any reason to fight to the death. For a country that pushes itself to such a cruel stage, the cannon fodder soldiers on both sides have no sense of national honor.

It is a blessing that everyone can save their lives, so over time, when the call to withdraw, the two sides who had just cut off their lives and death will soon become extremely harmonious.

Some familiar veterans even say hello to enemy veterans.

The same is true for Yang Zheng. He was used to this strange battle. He stopped "brushing" at the millimeter of the neck of the elegant enemy soldiers.

He grinned at the enemy soldier who was so scared that his face turned blue, and the meaning in his eyes was even more obvious, "Boy, you're new!"

He snorted, turned around, put the hijab on his shoulder, and walked towards his position one step deep and one step shallow.
Chapter completed!