Chapter 184 Kill! Kill! Kill!!!
Now, after seeing those tough soldiers in the barracks, He Lin's previous views have changed. However, he still feels curious why this guy requires that even the patrols and miscellaneous soldiers under his command be equipped with weapons?
"I happened to bring a few men today. At that time, let them try the handymen in your room to see if they are qualified to be equipped with weapons." Badhe's mouth bent an arc. Behind him, several soldiers with indifferent expressions but a fierce spirit seemed to straighten their backs at this moment.
"Good, since General Ba has such interest, is there any reason for the subordinates not to accompany him?" Liang Pengfei glanced at the soldiers, grinned, and said to Wu Liang beside him, "Go to the room and call a few handymen."
"No, let's just go there directly." He Lin waved his hand, and a general walked with Liang Pengfei to the barracks's room with a curious face. To be honest, He Lin didn't believe that the guys in Liang Pengfei's room could handle the soldiers behind him, so he decided to have a look first.
It's a very clean and tidy room. There, two handymen were clamming firewood. Their jackets had been taken off for a long time, revealing their strong muscles. Sweat was sliding down their dark and shiny skin. The cold axe blades at the handle of the axe were dazzling, and they lifted their weights lightly. Gently split, those intact logs were split into two in an instant.
With their movements, the upper body muscles were like a group of games chasing small animals, sliding under their skins, and the generals who stepped into the hut bar couldn't help but be stunned. Even the soldiers behind Badhe couldn't help shrinking their pupils and felt a shiel in their hearts.
The one in the front was the first to see someone coming in. However, when he saw so many brocade generals, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. The axe in his hand seemed to be thrown casually, but the axe blade was accurately slanted on an upright log, and the tail of the axe tilted to the sky, without trembling, but made Budhe's body. The hearts of the soldiers behind trembled slightly.
The wood claw pulled his companions around him, and the two quickly saluted these high-ranking figures incoherently. The little one has met the young master and many adults.
He Lin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but he was more curious. He never thought that there were such strong men in the room who chopped firewood. The heavy axe in their hands alone weighed at least nearly ten catties. In this way, not to mention people, even the helmet and armor would have to be cut in two.
"You are the husbands here. What's your name?" He Lin stepped forward and made her tone as gentle as possible, for fear of scaring the two guys who looked a little confused at this time.
"Yes, my lord, the younger one is Li Xiaoshuang. This is my brother, Li Dashuang. Our brothers are the husbands of this barracks." The one on the head smiled with a simple smile and reached out and scratched his head. His oily skin reflected a radiant brilliance under the sun. Our young master said that our brothers were strong, so let us split firewood in the room.
Hearing such an honest answer, not to mention He Lin, even the accompanying generals couldn't help laughing. Zhao Chenglin rarely showed a smile at the corners of his mouth. However, his eyes seemed to sweep over Liang Pengfei casually. When he saw Liang Pengfei's eyes, he seemed to He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still tight. He didn't think that with two strong men with brute force, he could handle the soldiers behind Badhe.
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He Lin turned her head and looked calmly at Badhe, whose expression was still very disdainful, and then fell on Liang Pengfei's face.
"Li Dashuang!" Liang Pengfei looked at Li Dashuang, who looked similar to the one in front of him, but looked more dull.
"The little one is!" This voice was extremely dull, his face looked honest and sincere, and his honest face showed a trace of respect.
"There is a general here who feels that you are not qualified to take a knife, so I want to try you two woodcutters. Come on!" Liang Pengfei put his hands behind his back and smiled faintly.
Hearing this, Li Da's eyes suddenly narrowed. There seemed to be a trace of astonishment on his original simple and honest smile, but he soon regained calm. In those narrowed eyes, people could feel that there seemed to be a surging ice in his eyes hidden in the pupil behind his eyelids. Little yes! However, the little one doesn't have a knife. Li Da rubbed his hands at a loss, and then saw a thing next to him. His eyes lit up, and he strode forward and stepped on a strong crossbar with his feet. He picked it up with a card, and the gum for cutting grass was easily lifted by him.
"Your Excellency, can this knife work?" Li Dashuang casually waved the guise, which was no more than a few pounds lighter than his axe, and asked Liang Pengfei respectfully. The exaggerated blade is as heavy as a weapon in his hand. It is like holding a bean sprout in his hand. This Li Dashuang and Li Xiaoshuang's original names were only Li Da and Li Er. They are twin brothers. They are also cruel people in Lao Liang's family. The best weapon is not a sword or a musket, but The axe, among the thousands of people in Lao Liang's family, is quite famous.
After Liang Pengfei transferred their brothers from Crab King Island, he felt that the names of the two murderers were too ordinary, so he renamed the brothers with a bad interest. Therefore, the eldest was called Li Dashuang, and the second was called Li Xiaoshuang. It happened that it was their brother's turn to be a handyman this month, so Liang Pengfei was a little bit. He was not worried that the two brothers would lose face to him. The only thing he was worried about was whether the two brothers, who seemed to be simple-hearted, honest and vicious, and cruel, would kill Badhe's own soldiers directly.
"I said." Liang Pengfei's eyes turned white, but he didn't dare to show it too much, so he had to say dryly, "Don't mess with me, it's just a competition." Liang Pengfei stared at the guy fiercely.
"Good young master." Li Dashuang smiled, simple and honest, but his narrowed eyes were full of blood and cruelty when farmers killed pigs.
Although Badhe was arrogant, he was not a fool. Although he did not know the bottom of Li Dashuang, he felt a trace of danger in his eyes. After thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at the strongest and burly soldier behind him.
"Battle, come and play with this Liang Shen's husband. Remember, don't humiliate me." Badhe bit his cheek and gave Bartle a look.
With a typical Mongolian face, the burly strong man nodded, choked, and pulled out the overly bent machete around his waist. Naturally, this weapon was familiar to the Mongols since childhood, just like a machete part of their body.
The bright curved moon blade was piercing outside the sun. After Battle stood up, everyone automatically and consciously retreated later, leaving enough space for the two.
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"Kill!" Battle roared, and the machete in his hand quickly turned into a streamer. Under the bright sun, it looked extremely dazzling. There was no hand, let alone strength. The grassland hero Bartel felt that it was a kind of humiliation to let such a powerful man, a handyman who cut wood, be his opponent, even if it was a kind of humiliation. If Dehe didn't give him a hint, he would also cut it down mercilessly, vowing to cut this handyman into two pieces, so that the people present could understand what a warrior was.
Almost at the same time, Li Dashuang's narrowed eyes suddenly opened round, and the streamer was reflected in the black pupils, which was amazingly bright. He roared wildly, holding the exaggerated guise with his arms and lifting it from the top from the bottom up. The dark halo collided with the streamer in the air, with a crisp explosion. It shook the eardrums of everyone around.
After the collision without any tricks, the two suddenly separated. Li Dashuang's eyes widened, not leaving Battle's right hand at all, and there was an obvious gap in the heavy guise in his hand.
Bartel's breathing seemed to be a little short. His right hand holding the machete trembled slightly. The knife just now was actually broken from the top by the damn man, which made Bartel ashamed and angry. There was also a gap the size of a grain of rice on his knife, and his right hand had a faint hair on his whole arm. The numbness made him even more surprised by the strange strength of the man in front of him, who was more than half of his head, but was as strong as a bull.
Li Dashuang took a deep breath, "Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" The first sound, he held the gull tightly with both hands and took the first step. The second sound, he suddenly tilted like a drunken lazy man, and then his body rotated. When the third sound came out, the gull in his hand was mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and instantly turned into a dark halo, just like a ball of black in the sky. The clouds irreversiblely pressed down and sank.
Three killings, with the murderous intention of rushing to the sky, Li Dashuang looks like a crazy demon, making people rise to despair, the tragic black light. All the generals present couldn't help but shudder. They had already put aside the identity of Li Dashuang's husband. Their eyes widened and looked at Li Dashuang with a frightened expression. They thought in their hearts that they could block a knife, and there were several chances of winning.
"Silly B, if I were you, I wouldn't dare to wait for the madman Li to fill up the momentum." Monk Chen, who claimed to be the first hand-to-hand combat master of the new generation of the old Liang family, shook his head slightly and looked at the back of Bartle, which was full of pity, as if he were looking at an animal that was about to die.
The wind pressure brought by the guise knife alone made the Battle feel that his breathing was almost stagnant by the wind pressure in an instant. The dark light was like a dark cloud, and even swallowed up the extremely hot sun in the sky.
(to be continued)