Furious? Tyrannical? Bloodthirsty? Frugal?...

These adjectives can be completely given to the same person, and there is no abruptness. When all of these are reflected in one person, it is the darkness that is so terrifying that it screams.

With a "huh!", Xiao Yuanchao, who was lying on the ground, jumped up without warning, allowing the blood red all over his body to leak in front of everyone, and ran wildly in one direction.

"Living! Living!"

"Not dead! None dead!"

"Shoot! Shoot!..."

“…”

Unfortunately, no gun could lock Xiao Yuanchao at a distance of 50 meters. With an mechanical exoskeleton, he only needed a second to complete a sprint of 50 meters, and rushed into the enemy pile without anyone having time.

"Dadada..."

The warhead attacked the air weakly and lost Xiao Yuanchao's figure.

"ah!……"

"ah!!!……"

“…”

The screams sounded again, and Xiao Yuanchao, who rushed into the militants, launched a massacre again. This massacre was definitely more brutal and fierce than the last massacre, because he was facing hundreds of militants.

This means that he can kill more and completely release his tyranny!

With one knife and one gun, Xiao Yuanchao was crazy and killed with the absolute speed advantage. At this time, Xiao Yuanchao had forgotten everything. Life and death were not important to him at all. What was important was how to vent the erupting volcano.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

"Dadada..."

"Puff!Puff!..."

The sound of a clear sharp blade slashing across his body amid the chaotic gunshots. No one could escape Xiao Yuanchao's attack, and no one was his one-union enemy.

After the Desert Eagle's bullet exploded in the heads of several militants, it was discarded by Xiao Yuanchao, and instead took out a saber that was even more terrifying than the Nepal saber: Triangle Sword!

"puff!"

The Sanling Army Pills pierced into the chest of a militant and pierced directly. A large stream of blood spurted out along the three wide blood grooves, and heavily burned into Xiao Yuanchao's hands.

The moment he rotated his body suddenly, pulling out the triangular sting, with the help of the power of the rotation, he slashed hard on another militant with his left Nepali saber.

"laugh!"

The wide and thick blade cut off one of the opponent's shoulders. At the same time, the blood-stained triangular army pierced from bottom to top and stabbed into the crotch of another militant and penetrated into the lower abdomen.

Blood was soaring, and minced meat flew everywhere. Xiao Yuanchao was mincing meat, and he never stopped. Not only did his power not decrease with time and consumption, but instead became stronger. Just like a tool that never knew about fatigue, it kept working and working.

It has become a hand-to-hand combat, facing a hand-to-hand combat with a knife and a stab in his hand-to-hand combat with a hot weapon in his hand.

Everyone knows that the era of cold weapons has long passed, and in the face of hot weapons, cold weapons become fragile. But this is not the only truth. When you really advance to fight with your hands and hands, the advantages of hot weapons will be lost, especially in the chaotic fight with many people.

If the hot weapons are enough to deal with close-range hand-to-hand combat, then the Eighth Route Army fought with the Japanese during World War II, and would not have fought like bayonet hand-to-hand combat and the Big Sword Team.

Do you know what a big sword team is? The big sword team is that all the members carry big swords and rush towards the Japanese desperately. They lay row after row of guns on the ground, but they still continue to charge under their faith, using their flesh and blood to open up a road to victory for the big sword team members behind them.

The three hundred sword teams that are fearless and charge may die hundreds or even two hundred, but as long as they can rush in, it will be the Japanese's nightmare.

At close range, the power of the big sword is definitely stronger than any hot weapon. In fact, it is not uncommon for the cold weapon of the Big Sword Team to win against hot weapons, provided that it is successful in fighting with the other party!

At this time, Xiao Yuanchao was fighting this way of cold soldiers becoming kings in the hot weapons era. This is the most effective and appropriate!

In addition, there is another point. Fighting in close combat can make him feel the smell of blood and let him release his fierceness even more!

A bunch of hot blood was sprayed on Xiao Yuanchao's body, dyed layer after layer, becoming extremely sticky. I don't know how many people's blood gathered was thrown away with Xiao Yuanchao's body movements, and it looked like a red celestial girl scattered flowers.

The militants could not shoot, so they could only choose to fight Xiao Yuanchao in close combat. But they could not hurt Xiao Yuanchao in close combat, because Xiao Yuanchao was too powerful!

How can a person who can defeat the world's fighting kings not be strong? How can a demon who can rush in with one person to fight them in a single battle with the force of one person not be fierce?

There were dead bodies everywhere and blood everywhere. The armed organizations wanted to get rid of this demon, but their speed was too slow, which was completely inconsistent with Xiao Yuanchao.

The sun slowly sets west, and it is so bleak. In fact, the sunset in Iraq is so bleak every day. I quietly stare at the scorched earth in the smoke of gunfire and the bloody performance of the north of Basra City.

A team of explosion-proof convoys of the US 101 airborne troops were watching this scene with Sunset. They did not mean to intervene, but were just staring at Xiao Yuanchao's slaughter that turned completely into an armed movement.

"This is an assassin..." Colonel Thomson sighed in great vehemently: "A bloodthirsty assassin..."

Thomson couldn't help but sigh that he had experienced and seen too many battles, but he had never seen a warrior who had fought against hundreds of people alone and had an absolute advantage.

The sunset light reflected on Xiao Yuanchao, who was killing people, and showed a dazzling red color. This red color was not the color of the blood burning in Xiao Yuanchao's body, but the color of the blood of hundreds of people gathering.

Rich, dazzling, and breathtaking...

"So beautiful!" On a tall building in Basra City, a well-dressed middle-aged white man holding a telescope and said to Xu Haibo beside him with conscientious heart: "Red, cruel, this is a red fierce soldier."

"Yes, sir." Xu Haibo nodded respectfully.

"Do we need to provoke such people?" asked the middle-aged white man.

"Sir, you need it if you think you need it, and if you think you don't need it, you don't need it." Xu Haibo said quite sleekly.

"Is this how you Chinese speak?" The middle-aged white man put down his telescope, gently stroked his meticulous hair, and said to Xu Haibo: "If you can do it, don't provoke it. Such a person is for a small matter and can destroy the world. He is a Chinese, right? Haha, you Chinese always open my eyes."

"Sir..." Xu Haibo wanted to speak but stopped.

"Make a man who will let this red army rescue him. Only in this way can his anger be eliminated." The middle-aged white man walked down gracefully and said, "Sometimes you have to believe in the power of a person. If you have seen Mr. Zhao Ziyang's personal ability, would you dare to make a bet with me? Basra will be in a disaster, a disaster that is even more severe than the US invasion."
Chapter completed!