Chapter 202 Textbook-Like Jungle Warfare

Swish!

The sword light reappeared, and in the extremely dark plateau primeval forest, there seemed to be a flash of lightning.

"This...how many knives were made?" Cheng Yingjian, who was watching the battle, exclaimed uncontrollably at this time.

He bowed and charged at Liu Feng's pre-selected death king, slashed backwards with a knife, the knife swiped downwards in a circle, and then suddenly lifted up. It looked like a tricky backwards slash, but in fact, he used this downward slash and backwards slash as many as three times in a row in a circle.

This is just a knife skill completed in an instant. What is certain is that if Liu Feng is still at the level of just returning to China, he will definitely suffer a big loss from this knife.

At the same time, Liu Feng's footwork changed rapidly, as if his body moved several times in a small range at the moment the opponent threw the knife. This is not over yet, under the movement within a small range, the scimitar in Liu Feng's hand also swung out continuously.

"Knives and knives are all knives. Why does the instructor swing one knife like seven knives at the same time?" Cheng Yingjian's eyes were filled with the light of knives at this time, and the state of the two of them fighting against knives was instantly engraved on the screen. in his mind.

puff!

In an instant, the tip of Liu Feng's scimitar stably pressed against the opponent's eyebrows. The tip of the knife had pierced into the flesh of the pre-selected Death King, and the right arm of the pre-selected Death King had been separated from his body. , after flying six or seven meters, hit a tree and fell to the ground.

Streams of fresh blood gushed out along the severed arm of the God of Death King, and the Tang Saber also fell obliquely to his feet.

On the other hand, Liu Feng, apart from the few stab wounds left on his body before, his face is only slightly pale now, but overall he is fine.

"Why is your knife so fast?" The pre-selected Death God King ignored his serious injury at this time. Even if he was about to die, what he cared about was the knife.

"The answer is very simple, but you have to answer my two questions first."

Liu Feng asked with a smile: "Liu Feng is the business of Hades,

In the western underground world, besides you, no one else really knows? "

"Really, apart from me, there is no other person in the western underground world who knows, don't worry. As for why I know, you can guess with your intelligence." The pre-selection god of death said kingly.

The smile on Liu Feng's face could not be maintained. This is a very serious question, and it must be answered by the pre-selected Death King.

"Well, at least I admire your kung fu, tell me your name." Liu Feng gave enough respect to this western master.

The pre-selection God of Death said: "My name is Damai. In the Death God Arsenal, I am the only one who doesn't use a gun but only a knife. I thought my knife was pure enough, but I didn't expect to lose to you. Now, you can Tell me the answer I want?"

puff!

With more force in Liu Feng's hand, the scimitar, as thin as a cicada's wing, was nailed directly between Damai's eyebrows.

At this moment, Damai's eyes immediately widened to the limit, and his eyes began to gradually slacken.

"Tell you, because your knife is only in your hand, but mine is in your heart. You practice the knife technique repeatedly, and practice the killing knife technique repeatedly, but I often give up the knife technique and choose to use it at the most suitable time Use the most suitable sword moves with your physical ability. What you lose is not the sword skills, but to me, the sword skills are not the strongest, the strongest will always be the one who uses the sword."

After saying this, Liu Feng drew his knife and turned around.

"It's not sword skills that are strong, but sword skills..." Before he died, Damai seemed to have understood something, although his eyes were completely dimmed, and although his vitality was cut off, there was a smile on his face .

Liu Feng reached out and helped Chengyingjian up, "Brother, how do you feel now?"

"Instructor, I..."

"As I said, just call me the boss, or Brother Feng, it doesn't have to be so formal."

"Well! Brother Feng, I feel much better."

After Cheng Yingjian stood up straight, he even moved his limbs, "It feels a bit like losing strength, but I want to take a little rest so that I can rejoin the battle."

"Well, two of your meridians are broken, and I just connected them for you, so you feel like you're losing strength."

Liu Feng patted Cheng Yingjian on the shoulder and said: "You should be able to recover a lot after you move around for a while, and then we will go in together."

"good!"

Ten minutes later, Liu Feng and Cheng Yingjian entered the dense forest one after the other.

In this dense forest, the howling cold wind is much less, and the road is also more difficult to walk.

The two walked forward while chatting.

"Chengyingjian, who hurt you? I feel that the person who hurt you is very tricky and powerful!"

"I don't know that person. He is a very strong Indian Asan. I attacked him together with Chun Junjian and Yuchangjian, but they were not his opponents. We used our guns to force him away."

"Oh, so Chunjunjian and Yuchangjian have already chased into Yun?"

"Yes, at that time I felt that I was not seriously injured, so I stayed and rested for a while. They went in first. Who knows, after they left, I felt more and more uncomfortable, and even my vision was a little blurred later."

boom!

After the two chatted for a while, they suddenly heard an explosion in the distance, and there seemed to be a slight vibration from their feet.

"It's a mine!"

"Brother Feng, this place was a minefield during World War II. It seems that someone hit a minefield."

"Go, go and see!"

"good!"

The two quickened their pace, and after another half an hour, they found a mess in front of them, and two trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl were broken down the middle.

In the middle of the two broken trees, a large pit with a diameter of nearly two meters was blown out. Four dead bodies with missing arms and legs were scattered around, not to mention how miserable it was.

After Liu Feng checked it, he sneered and said, "Fortunately, it's Ah San's body. If I'm not mistaken, these Indian Ah Sans will definitely not be able to go fast in this minefield. Let's go, I will take these unauthorized All the bastards who broke into China's territory will stay here."

"Brother Feng is right, kill them." Cheng Yingjian also recovered most of his energy at this time, and his energy and energy have improved a lot.

The two walked quickly for about 20 minutes. Liu Feng used the scope to observe from time to time, and finally saw the shadowy figure in the depths of the dense forest.

puff!

When Cheng Yingjian shot the gun, Liu Feng had already pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle.

An Indian young man who was walking at the end of the line in the distance had his head slapped silently, as if no one in front noticed.

Then Liu Feng quickly ran forward a few steps, jumped onto a tree crown nearly three meters high.

puff!

The sniper rifle fired bullets again, and then another Ah San fell to the ground at the end of the line.

Puff puff!

Liu Feng took advantage of his commanding perspective to shoot again and again, and a mercenary named Asan was named by the bullets.

Cheng Yingjian moved forward with a gun. He was not as fast as Liu Feng. After Liu Feng launched his attack, he was afraid that joining the battle would attract the attention of the enemy, so he kept observing the situation while advancing.

After killing several Ah Sans in a row on the canopy of the tree, Liu Feng leaped forward, like a peerless master in a chivalrous film, jumped several trees in a row, then lay down on a tree, and continued to pull the trigger .

At this time, the Ah San team in front seemed to be jumping a slope, and the two Ah San walking at the end were climbing up, but their bodies softened, and they lay on the spot unable to move.

When these Asan crossed Po Ling, when a visual error occurred, Liu Feng's speed suddenly increased.

In less than a minute, Liu Feng chased up to Po Ling, and then jumped past him like a monkey.

During this process, Cheng Yingjian felt that it was a bit difficult for him to follow Liu Feng's pace. After arriving at Po Ling, Cheng Yingjian simply crawled on the ground, mounted a large sniper to observe the situation, and was also ready to respond to Liu Feng.

"It's so strong. Brother Feng deserves to be the Seven Star Longyuan Sword in the previous generation of Heavenly Swords. This kind of jungle warfare is just like a textbook!" Cheng Yingjian said with great emotion, and the shocking emotions in his heart became higher and higher. .

Through the scope, Cheng Yingjian saw that Liu Feng quickly rushed to the end of Ah San's team in front, and no one noticed him during this process.

Afterwards, Liu Feng swiped the machete backwards, and the throat of an Ah San mercenary was cut open.

Then Liu Feng moved forward again, reached back left and right, and grabbed a San's neck, and then that San's head tilted and fell to the ground.

Puff puff……

At this time, Liu Feng was like a ghost in the dark night, and like the King of Hades who really walked out of the underworld, collecting his soul at an extremely fast speed.

This Ah San's team had about forty people, but in less than ten minutes, two-thirds of its staff had been reduced.

"No, what about people? Why are there so many fewer people?"

"What's going on? There are so many of us, are there only a dozen or so left now?"

"Attention everyone, don't disperse, gather together, it seems that there is a situation!"

When there were only a dozen of these Ah Sans left, they finally realized that something was wrong. Under the inexplicable panic, these idiots instinctively gathered together.

And at this time, swish, swish, three black oval objects flew into the middle of these ten or so people.

"what?"

"Bastard, you're still in the primeval forest in the middle of the night, don't pretend to be a ghost and scare people!"

"Fuck it, everyone run, this is a hand..."

Boom, boom!

That's right, these three oval-shaped objects are grenades, which are the masterpieces thrown by Liu Feng.

Three grenades exploded in the middle of the small team of more than ten people, and all these Ah Sans were taken into the underworld in an instant.

"It's so awesome!"

Cheng Yingjian, who was watching through the scope, was so excited at this time, "That's right, absolutely textbook jungle warfare, this is the level that can only be possessed by the world's top special forces! Brother Feng, Boss, only you The existence of strength is worthy of being the instructor of our sixth generation of Tianjian. By the way, this is teaching by precept and example, and this is teaching me!"

After dealing with the more than 40-strong Asan mercenary team, Liu Feng turned sideways and hid behind a big tree.

Three seconds later, another Ah San stood up among the dead people.

This guy was covered in blood, his face was full of horror, and he was still looking around after getting up. It was obviously a fish in the net that was not completely dead in the explosion.

After not finding the enemy, Ah San quickly got up and ran towards the depths of the dense forest.

But at this moment, Liu Feng's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and the scimitar in his hand was firmly pressed against his neck.