Chapter 98 End

This is the real battlefield. Human life is the most worthless thing here. In this case, any boxing master, with a little carelessness, may be taken away by a bullet flying from nowhere, and practiced for 20 or 30 years of kung fu skills, which can only be used in very small part.

So this is not a competition in the world, nor the rule-free killing of underground black fists, nor the hand-in-hand and competition between boxers. In such a place, any emotion is superfluous. Only the mechanical wave of the arm, let the weapon in your hand kill the opponent as fast as possible, and then search for the next prey and enter another life-and-death battle.

natural selection, the survival of the fittest. Sometimes, the simpler the law, the easier it is to be accepted. Putting aside all moral constraints, ** naked killing is the only true meaning that can survive on the battlefield.

An mercenary was killed by an elbow, and a vicious wind came from behind him. Wang Chan ignored it and did not look back. He only swept one leg backwards, with a tiger's tail foot, and the heel flew high, like a steel whip rising into the sky, firmly hitting the chin of the mercenary behind him.

This young man, who was as fast as a steamed bun, was immediately kicked to pieces on his chin, and even half of his face was bloody. His skull was cracked, and he was cut through the throat and bled like a big rooster. He threw the knife in his hand and ran around in pain. Finally, he hit a big tree, and then his body fell down. Died on the spot.

Wang Chan's boxing martial arts is a real killing skill. It is born in the battlefield. The more people you kill, the more fierce and fierce you will be. He swam around and was not afraid of the dark bullets in the field. As long as he was not hit in the eye on the front, Wang Chan was not too afraid of the guns in the hands of these mercenaries.

As long as he doesn't hit his body with a hundred and ten bullets in one breath, he can block it with the thirteen Taibao. Although it will be very painful, it is only a skin and flesh injury, which is not serious and will not endanger his life.

The two dagger knives in Lin Changzhi's hand are also very sharp and good, and the body of the knife has been specially treated, which is not reflective at all. Now it is held in Wang Chan's hand, waving left and right, and not talking about any moves. He just unfolds all the kung fu on his feet.

In the dense forest, with the primitive landform of the mountain, the tree jungle, or rushing up, going three or forty steps away, or the whirlwind turns, high and low, you can always rush to a mercenary in an instant and accurately send the dagger into the other party's throat.

This is not a plain, nor is it an open area suitable for large-scale combat, especially in the dark night. Wang Chan's body suddenly rises and falls. Every ups and downs seem to be a tiger cannibal, with two short knives, cutting meat close to the body, and raising a large amount of blood fog. Although the mercenary soldiers of the Lin family wear the most advanced red in China. The night vision imager can't capture Wang Chan's figure at the most critical moment.

At the same time, Wang Chan's rotation drove the strong wind, and it became more and more fierce. The tattered clothes were like whips in the air, crackling, as if the air around him had been rolled up by him, and the movement of his feet was more like a demon dominating the mountain forest, with his feet in the air and driving in the wind.

Dozens of jumps in a row, and his vertical and horizontal area covers almost all the directions of the more than 100 Lin mercenaries walking. Every time he attacks, one person must be killed on the spot. Either the trachea of the throat was cut into a large slit, or the whole neck was pierced with a knife, or the sternum was smashed, the internal organs were broken, and the whole head was beaten like a rotten watermelon.

When he killed from east to west and wanted to turn around and kill again, more than 70 or 80 mercenaries had died in his hands.

There are more than 200 mercenaries of the Lin family. Before, Wang Chan solved 60 or 70 people in one direction at a time. When he turned around, he turned around and killed and disabled a group of Lin Changzhi, all five main forces. In addition, this fierce pouncement, the number of people was more than half.

Although there is only one person, Wang Chan occupies all the time, place and people. These people want to play the game of life and death with him between the mountains and forests. It can't be said that they really made a real wrong "abacus", especially now it is still dark, which is more convenient for him to move. If it were daytime, the vision is clear, and although the vegetation is lush, there are more than 200 The mercenary soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles gathered together. He wanted to solve so many people like cutting melons and vegetables now, but he also lost a lot of advantages. It was impossible to do it so cleanly.

After this, more than a hundred people died under him after an hour of pursuit and counterattack killing. Even if Wang Chan was physically strong and powerful, he couldn't help but feel mentally tired. I just felt a slight dizziness in my head, and there seemed to be a little nausea in my chest.

Eighty percent of these mercenaries of the Lin family are selected from retired excellent soldiers by their privileges. They are all from field special forces and are not ordinary soldiers. After the secret training of the Lin family, Gao Qiru taught boxing and martial arts, and they were all good players in three or two years. Any of them was put out and put into the society. In terms of physical ability and killing skills, they can be compared with the gold medal hitters in the underworld gang.

Unfortunately, today I kicked on the iron plate and met Wang Chan, the beast-like "King of the Mountain Forest".

If it is another character, even if it is a top master like Yue Poru, who can fight, kill again, and get along with Wang Chan, I'm afraid he can only run for his life all the way, otherwise he will definitely be killed on the spot by a sting bullet in the dark.

Yue Po's martial arts boxing is not under Wang Chan, but he does not have Wang Chan's life in the mountains for more than 20 years. He is extremely familiar with everything in the mountains and forests. He kills people here. Wang Chan relies on not only on simple boxing martial arts, but also a pure instinct.

So Wang Chan kills people without talking about good and evil. If you come to kill me, I will kill you. The whole person is integrated into the environment beside him in the night. The more people he kills, the more the thoughts in his heart are. His mood is like a mirror of the spiritual platform, lively and spotless, like the cold moonlight in the sky.

Although it is bloody, my surname is pure!

Human beings are the most cruel race in the world. Whether they have received so-called higher education or not, whether they are social elites or not, street beggars, after stripping off all their coats, the essence is actually the same as in the bones. ** Naked survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle... has not changed through the ages.

There has never been a kind of life in the world, like human beings, who have been doing things of the same kind, from ancient times to the present, as always.

Therefore, in a sense, this pursuit of the Lin family was destined to end with failure at the beginning. In front of Wang Chan, the mercenaries who were originally wolves were also degenerated into sheep and slaughtered by others.

At this time, there were still more than 70 mercenary teams left. In Wang Chan's crazy killing, they had also learned the previous lessons and began to gather closely and automatically form a circle, like a snake disk, rotating and alerting in each direction to ensure that seven or eight people in each direction could be monitored at the same time.

But this is woodland, and there is no such large open space in the woods that these mercenaries can always maintain the same formation. When encountering obstacles, they still need to temporarily adjust to avoid the bushes and tall trees, which gives Wang Chan a chance to take action again.

He is like a lonely wolf. He always follows these people around him. He can always find an opportunity to rush forward, kill several people with lightning speed, and then go away safely in the sound of gunfire.

After a while, kill it again...

Ah!

Just as Wang Chan took action for the seventeenth time, he flashed a shuttle of bullets shot by the mercenary and cut the throats of several mercenaries with a fang-like dagger in his hand, only the remaining iron-blooded mercenaries saw their companions dying in front of them one after another, and the battle was constantly reducing the number of staff. However, his side always took Wang Chan's figure like a flying ghost. There was nothing he could do. Some of the mercenaries with the worst psychological endurance finally completely lost the idea of fighting with Wang Zen again. They shouted wildly, rushed out of the crowd and ran away.

In this way, the whole body was moved, and no one came to lead. The remaining troops were finally defeated on the spot. Dozens of figures chose a direction and fled back. They all know that Wang Chan has no gun in his hand, so they have no scruples when they run away. As long as they run faster than others, the less dangerous they are.

Wang Chan caught up at the right time and neatly solved a few mercenaries who fell behind. If he wanted to catch up with all the people, it was not realistic, so he had to let these people go.

So far, the secret mercenary brigade of the Lin family of more than 200 people has been slaughtered by Wang Chan several times, leaving only the 20 or 30 people who had just escaped survived.

"These people, one by one, are fully armed and have strong muscles and bones. Obviously, they will not be ordinary soldiers. Nine times out of ten, they are the direct troops of the Lin family. In this way, if these remnants are defeated, they can also get some of the role of killing chickens and monkeys, knocking mountains and shaking tigers. Let the ruler of the Lin family know that I, Wang Chan, am not easy to mess with! However, on the first day of the lunar new year, I did it on the fifteenth day of the lunar new year. For the sake of a Lin Yuanfang, so many people were sent to kill me. This matter is far from over. I'll ask for a confession before I plan. Wang Chan looked at the panicked and defeated mercenary soldiers in the distance. They all disappeared in the depths of the dense forest, and the cold light the size of a needle was faintly flashing in his eyes.

Then he wiped blood stains on his already tattered clothes with his hands.

This time, it's really a big battle. It's very dangerous. If it weren't for the thirteen Taibao kung fu on his body, he would have died of hatred for these well-trained mercenary soldiers. Even so, his body can block the dagger thorns, but his clothes are ordinary, and his trousers are all cloth strips. The same. There is also a pair of shoes, which have been strongly broken by him and can't be worn anymore.

Thank you for your support and hard-working support!! A bloody battle in the dense forest finally ended in the Dragon Boat Festival. Today, it should be auspicious, and this battle is just over!!!! In addition, Lao Lu is sorry for what happened yesterday. It seems that I still overestimate my strength. I wanted to spend 15,000 yuan a day, but my strength was limited. I used my strength to eat milk, and I could only write two chapters... Alas!!!

(to be continued)