Chapter 95 Fearless of Life and Death

Fighting in the dense forest, murderous!

It was as if the two sides rolled together like a whirlwind. The whole night in the mountain forest was affected by the tragic breath released by Wang Chan. A mountain wind rolled up in the ground, which spread and blew up to the sky. The dark clouds were connected, covering the bright moonlight above his head, and the whole heaven and the earth was violent and dark.

Wang Chan's body is like a tiger and a leopard, and the three-edging thorn in his hand is his terrible fangs. The figure rotates like a strange snake and a python, all the way [***] in a series. In the dark, sometimes it is hidden by tree trunks, and sometimes it comes out of the grass. Even if the top of his head is always shrouded in the dazzling light, the forest is lush in the mountain forest. The canopy is flourishing, and even if you have good eyesight, you can only see a figure looming from time to time. If you only rush forward, you will leave dead bodies on the ground and blood all the way.

The mercenaries of the Lin family are still the elite even on the "stage" of international mercenaries. They have countless experience in fighting on the battlefield. Even in the depths of the tropical rainforest, which is more complex than this terrain, there are several successful actions. We all know that the most important thing in fighting with people in the mountains and forests is not how advanced weapons and equipment, nor how fierce individual combat ability, but the tacit understanding of a group cooperation, and the level of tacit understanding determines the number of people who can survive in the end.

So this time to encircle and suppress Wang Chan, Andre was in the middle of command and mobilization. He listened to the advice of the middle-aged man surnamed Lin, and replaced the tactical tactics of the four sides of the siege into three fights and one. He opened one side of the net and forced Wang Chan into the trap. There are as many as 72 mercenaries gathered on one side, and the formation is also a standard mountain commando.

But this time, they met Wang Chan, who had lived in the Greater Khingan Mountains since childhood. His opponents were all fierce beasts. Killing people was more fierce than a crazy tiger. The two sides first contacted each other. In less than a minute, the number of corpses that fell to the ground had soared to more than 30.

The mercenaries on this side were almost half killed by Wang Chan in one breath.

More than 200 elite mercenaries encircled and suppressed for several hours and consumed countless ammunition. At the moment when they really met Wang Chan, they actually reduced one-fifth of their manpower.

Although the lethality of firearms and weapons is extremely huge, in the depths of the dense jungle, it cannot exert its due power. Even sniper rifles that can kill people invisibly one or two kilometers away can only rely on luck here.

Even before, they found the trace of Wang Chan, which was also a coincidence of the surveillance satellite. They timely found "Wang Chan" on the top of a hill, which was also because the trees were relatively sparse on that hill. Otherwise, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and in the dense forest, under the cover of a heavy and dense canopy, no matter how advanced the satellite device is, it is not easy to find the trace of Wang Chan in this environment.

Although the era of cold weapons is completely over, the real horror of jungle warfare is hand-to-hand combat. No matter how powerful the gun is, it is in vain that you can't hit people far away. But the white-edged battle is close at hand, the white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out. The change in the middle is the life and death of living people.

The dark clouds covered the moon. After nearly a minute of unilateral harvesting of human life, the long-tested mercenary soldiers had already reacted at this time. They pulled out the military thorns and daggers in their waists one by one, and rushed to Wang Chan fearlessly.

Wang Chan's movements were too fast, that was illuminated by the afterglow of the flare above his head, but reflected in the eyes of these mercenaries with tactical night vision, they all flashed like ghosts. Although they had guns in their hands and bullets in the guns, Wang Chan disappeared inexplicably under each aim.

In addition, 30 or 40 people gathered together and shot at close range. They were also afraid of accidentally injuring their comrades-in-arms, so they simply abandoned the gun and pulled out the military dagger to fight with Wang Chan's white blade. Of course, there are many people in this who are worried. They hold a knife in one hand and pull out a pistol in the other and make two preparations.

For so many years, they have been born and dead in foreign mercenary battlefields. They have been used to seeing blood. They thought they had forgotten what fear and hatred were for a long time, but at the moment of witnessing Wang Zen's murder, many mercenaries were trembling involuntarily.

I experienced it again. When they first went to the battlefield, they couldn't bear to look back and had a nightmare-like "feeling".

Real soldiers advocate a forward-looking attack. Most of these secret mercenary soldiers of the Lin family are also the military elites after the retirement of various units in China. The skills of fighting with people have a strong military color. They pay attention to simple and direct, one blow must be killed, fast and effective in the shortest time, born and die. It's not a big deal at all in the martial arts world, and there is an essential difference.

Both sides are holding military thorn daggers and touching each other. There is nothing to say at all. Any exquisite moves don't work. Just poke forward, stab, and stab again.

This is a real killing!

Invincible and selfless killing battlefield!

At this time, living human life has no meaning at all!

In Wang Chan's eyes, the green light almost spewed out of the eyes on both sides, fierce to the white-hot fight, which made the deepest cavity of fierce thoughts in his heart roll up. In this case, all kinds of boxing, martial arts, moves, and footwork have all become a manifestation of the body instinct. When you see a figure in front of you, you can go up with a knife in the throat, straight and without hesitation.

Even if he was surrounded by three or five mercenary soldiers, a few dark troops stabbed the vital parts of his body. He was stabbed, and his body was hugged from behind and wrapped in his legs. He also wanted to take a step forward, kill the opponent in front of him with a knife, and then turned around and kill all the rest of the people.

These people don't know at all how strong the thirteen Taibao on Wang Chan's body has reached. After this fight, the qi and blood in the body surged, and the kung fu automatically ran under the whole body. Even the eyelids were as hard as steel, and the knives and guns were invulnerable. Although their military thorns were murderous weapons, they were far from piercing Wang Chan's skin. They only scratched their clothes with seven or eight knives, and there were a few white spots the size of millet on him.

When encountering such a situation, any normal person will be instinctively stunned. The next step is a military thorn flying out of the sky and negligently coming and going. Then they themselves clearly heard the sound of their neck trachea being penetrated, blood mixed with bubbles, and a large number of pipes gushing out.

At the same time, in this beastly howling battlefield, accompanied by the sporadic sound of pistols, which were the mercenaries subconsciously pulled the trigger in their hands before they died.

There were even a few people who pulled the hand grenade with them with their last breath before turning into a cold corpse, all of whom wanted to die with Wang Chan. But unfortunately, at this time, Wang Chan's figure had already rushed forward more than a dozen steps. Whether it was a pistol or a grenade, it could only sound uselessly behind him.

In this chaos, Wang Chan came and went. Although people killed crazily and saw blood, he did not lose his mind. His body automatically adapted to all the changes in the surrounding environment. His ears trembled slightly and monitored all the wind and grass within dozens of meters.

The white-edged battle just now was too fierce and bloody. The mercenary formation of seventy-two people was killed by him like a flock of sheep. In a blink of an eye, it was killed in pieces. All the people who gathered together and surrounded them had no living mouth. Looking around, there were only two or three kittens. Seeing that the opportunity was fast, they quickly pulled away and Your own distance.

It's not that Wang Chan didn't think about it, then chased up, killed all these people, and then walked forward in this direction in one breath. With his foot strength, these people could not catch up in the dense forest anyway. The only thing to worry about is the two helicopters hovering over his head.

No matter how fast a person runs, he can't fly faster. What's more, with the same power as the Lin family's giant, controlling advanced technology, I don't know how many ways to track myself...

However, seeing that the road ahead was approaching, Wang Chan stopped and did not mean to take advantage of the victory. This is because when he killed others, he also became the target of others. Even if he can kill the seventy-two people on this side, there is still a team of 140 or fifty people around him, unharmed. In such a battlefield, the power of a single person can't control the whole situation at all.

No matter how high his boxing skills are!

At the moment when his footsteps suddenly paused, Wang Chan only felt a sudden numbness behind his body, a faint tingling feeling, as if it was similar to the feeling when he was aimed by more than a dozen snipers with sniper rifles just now.

However, this time, there is not so much feeling, only the ** part on the back, a sudden jump, needle-like swelling and numbness, as if by the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor acupuncture point.

At this moment, he really felt the huge threat behind him, which was even more horrible than the last sniper rifle shot. After two or three minutes of extreme killing, more than 60 lives disappeared in his hands. After such a period of reaction, even if the other mercenaries were still hundreds of meters away, they could not be surrounded for a while.

But there will always be some powerful firearms that can be used.

Bang Bang Bang Bang...! A series of stormy roars suddenly came to my ears.

In a flash of premonition of danger, Wang Chan did not retreat. The golden carp turned over the waves, and his thin chest turned over the clouds skillfully. On the outside, a series of Yan Qing turned over, his shoulders touched the ground, and his elbows were used together. At the moment he dodged, he was condescending on the armed helicopter hovering over his head and spit on the ground. There is a terrible fire tongue up to ten meters long.

23mm airborne six-tube machine gun for combat helicopters, the world's most advanced infrared thermal imaging technology, laser locking device, electric motor in crazy rotation, in the blink of an eye, there are more than two or three hundred machine shells, high density covering Wang Chan just stood. A large area.

More than half a foot long "cannonball" spews out a fire tongue at the speed of a high-speed machine gun. This powerful firepower is enough to flatten a hill in an instant. No wonder this time, Wang Chan felt even more dangerous. When he was hit by this kind of gun-like thing, the iron man would turn into powder.

"Oops!!!"

The power of Wang Chan's violent explosion was shocking. The divine mind was integrated into the body. As soon as the mind moved, the body immediately launched at the same time. At the moment when the helicopter fired the machine gun, he jumped and rolled. He could not care about any image. The sound in his throat was like a wounded fierce head. Tiger.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and it is even more fierce.

Boom...

Almost following his body, the whole ground was blown up. Within the area of 100 meters, whether it was tall trees, low bushes, vegetation and rocks... Everything, as long as it was in the bombing area, was smashed and flew into the sky.

Wang Chan rolled on the ground, and the front was like electricity. In the air, he also shrank his neck and hid his head. His limbs and bones tightened to the middle with all his strength. The big figure was like a hedgehog. The whole circle was formed into a round ball, and his back was bent like a bow. ** The skin outside became Aomori in an instant, and it was cold.

The group of gas rolled over, and in an instant, the person was already more than 100 meters away and fell into a big depression.

Never before, Wang Chan felt that he was so close to death. In the moment just now, he really felt the boundless power of firearms and weapons in modern society. What a pistol rifle, the desert eagle, is like scum compared with the rain of bullets pouring down from the helicopter.

Looking back, he was devastated. Starting from the place where he just stood, he was scorched everywhere. Although he could also feel it in advance at the moment before the danger, the power of this kind of airborne weapon machine gun was so great that it was big enough to bombard through the thirteen Taibao on his body with one shot.

With only two shells, his life will definitely not be in his hands.

Even this time, he saw the machine quickly and avoided the frontal bombardment of all the machine gun shells, but no matter how fast he was, he would inevitably be hit by large pieces of rocks wrapped in the fragments of these shells.

However, he has done enough to protect his body. His muscles and bones are like steel and iron. His inner family is really full of strength, but he has not been shot through his body by these shrapnel, which should have been the most lethal and most extensive on the battlefield. But after this, with a hard confrontation, the huge impact on the shrapnel still made Wang Chan cry bitterly, and his internal organs almost turned over in an instant.

What's more, a piece of shrapnel swirled into his head, violent friction, and even bursts of dazzling firelight in the dark, and the size of rice particles scattered everywhere. It looks like a machine ** cutting steel.

"Damn it, what kind of weapon is this? It hasn't been hit on the front. The power of a shrapnel is almost comparable to that of Yue Poru stabbed my neck artery with a golden needle. Fortunately, my horizontal kung fu is all over my body, and there is no leakage. Usually, I often hit the top with an oil hammer, and the hardened head is harder than all parts of the body. Otherwise, it will be hard. Only this time, half of my head will fly.

Wang Chan lay in the ditch and only felt [***] uncomfortable all over his body. He knew that at that moment just now, he burst out his whole body. It was really too dangerous. Now that the crisis passed, he immediately sweated like a spring, and he was immediately wary of the weapons on the helicopter.

People who practice boxing should have a boldness when they practice courage again. Only when they are not afraid of life and death can they play a forward-looking boxing. Although Wang Chan was a little worried, there was no trace of fear and fear. On the contrary, as soon as he made up his mind, he turned his head and saw the helicopter sweeping overhead, which made a spin in the distant sky, drew a big circle, and flew back.

And it flew lower this time. In order to see Wang Chan more clearly, the helicopter almost flew all the way with the treetops.

"There is a great horror between life and death. My heart is the same. I do my best to do boxing. Only if I don't die can I realize my wish. It's hard and dangerous. I'll take it on my own shoulder!"

He kept saying the same sentence in his mouth. Wang Chan saw the helicopter coming from a distance from a low altitude, but he did not dodge. To everyone's surprise, he suddenly rushed up directly from the ditch.

"The enemy is like a forest, and everyone in the world wants to kill. I am the only one's heart. I don't know how to calculate, no honor or disgrace, and I am at my mind... If you come to kill me, I will kill you!!!"

The sound was like thunder, and his feet were ringing. Wang Chan rushed out of the ditch, and the man rushed forward. There was no word in his mouth. He kicked violently on the ground under his feet and smashed a big pit. The man was like a tiger, and the S-shaped detour shot, as if he had not seen the helicopter spewing out a fire tongue again. The huge roar kept ringing behind him. Get up, just keep bowing your head and rushing forward.

One person, one machine! One in the sky, one on the ground!

When Wang Chan said a word to the end, he had stepped on the ground, jumped two or three meters high, dodged the fire in front of him, and turned over the tallest tree in front of him like an ape.

After rubbing, the man walked up and came under the canopy in a blink of an eye. He saw the helicopter passing by just twelve or thirteen meters above his head. The huge six-pipe machine gun looked extremely ferocious. Wang Chan even saw a polar bear-like white man in the plane through the window of the helicopter at this moment. Roaring crazily...

The sound next to his ears suddenly disappeared. Wang Chan suddenly exerted a force under his feet. At this moment, with the elasticity of the branches, his whole body rushed out of the thick canopy, jumped five or six meters high, and then looked up to the sky, as if a rhinoceros was looking at the moon. He spewed out a white light more than a foot long, which was He killed all the way, invincible "too white essence".

The threat of this helicopter is too great. If Wang Chan wants to leave safely, he will try to kill the big guy with heavy weapons and firepower. However, his white spirit is only about ten meters, so Wang Chan can only climb on the trunk of the tree and get out of the crown to spit out the white light of this sword at the last moment.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a bright moon shone on Kyushu. Almost everyone in the depths of the jungle looked up and saw a figure flying in the air like a dragon, shooting a retractable white light into the roaring helicopter overhead.

In an instant, the world seemed to be quiet. In people's eyes, they only saw the steel armor of the helicopter bombarded by the white light breaking through the white paper, and then the whole plane was cut open like a piece of soft butter.

Soft white light hovers from the bottom up. A large amount of blood suddenly came out of the helicopter and fell from the air. Then the plane disintegrated and exploded, like a huge fireball falling from the sky and falling into the forest.

At the same time, in the firelight, Wang Chan turned over and fell down. He pulled several branches in the air one after another, removed the falling gravity, and landed firmly on the ground.

With an open mouth and a breath, the white light fell into the abdomen, but it was more than half smaller, leaving only five or six inches long.

At the same time, Wang Chan suddenly became excited. If he felt something, he turned his head and looked back at the deep night sky, and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

At this time, in a mountain more than 30 miles away from Wang Chan, there was also a middle-aged man as warm as jade, looking up at it at the same time.

Although the two people are far away, it is impossible to see a little shadow of each other, but at the same moment, they seem to sense the existence of each other.

"It's too white?! Sure enough, it's not worth my visit. What a Wang Chan, he is really a hero! With this thing in hand, who can stop it! I'm here too, waiting for you!" The warm man looked at the place where the fire was rising, and the expression on his face seemed to be happy and distressed. After a word, he really sat cross-legged and only put a sword box flat on his knees.

The next moment, two white gas drilled out of his nostrils and threw them into the box. There seemed to be a dragon and crane chirped in the middle, which resounded in his ear.

With the crash of the armed combat helicopter, the whole depths of the dense forest suddenly boiled. Wang Chan only glanced at the direction of the warm man, and then he had no time to think, because in the afterglow of his eyes, he also saw five figures.

There are five people with different temperaments, old and young, the first middle-aged man, wearing military uniform, but there are two of the four people behind him. Wang Chan also knows him. It is the two old people in their fifties who played chess in front of the Baihe Martial Arts Hall during the day.

With a little guess, I knew that these four people must be the remaining four of the six masters in the capital hired by Lin Yuanfang. Wang Chan put out his teeth and licked his dry lips with a slight smell of blood. These are all the blood splashed on his face by the mercenaries who died under him just now. At this time, they dried up and solidified.

"I didn't die in the White Crane Hall. What are you doing? I'm really looking for death!!!" The afterglow of Wang Chan's eyes has seen these five people clearly. Although he knows that these people are all masters of boxing and martial arts, they are all strong, strong and long-lasting, they are not as good as a group of mercenary soldiers with guns and weapons in front of him.

Close combat, any boxing master under the invasion of Taibai's essence, are all native chickens and dogs, vulnerable.

A sigh suddenly surged into Wang Chan's heart!!

(to be continued)