urban wolf

Looking for a relatively shady place, Ye Feng played with the demon-slaying dagger that Wang Rong had given to Wang Rong a long time ago, opened his chapped lips, and said lightly: "Remember the biggest desert we crossed?"

"Sahara Desert." Dewey replied with a cool face.

"At that time, the situation we encountered was similar to now. There were powerful pursuers behind us. Our strength was much worse than now, but we still managed to cross the largest desert in the world. On the way, Yingying and Xiaoyue also Do you remember how I rescued them when this kind of heat collapse occurred?"

After Ye Feng finished speaking lightly, Wang Yushan and the other three stood up worriedly, looked at Ye Feng and said, "Master~"

"Haven't you remembered? You have to sue my captain during the battle." Ye Feng's expression turned gloomy in an instant.

"It's the captain. In the Sahara Desert, neither Sister Ying nor Sister Yue were injured, and they had amazing physiques as their backing. But now this reporter has no training foundation at all, and this soldier himself lost blood. Too much, I guess it won't save people's lives." Wang Yushan still didn't want Ye Feng to do that.

But Ye Feng had already cut his own wrist with the demon-slaying dagger, the blood gushed out like a spring, not a single drop wasted, it was all fed into the mouths of Shui Mengqing and the middle-aged man.

"Huh?" Ye Feng saw that the blood he was bleeding was not bright red, but pink, like red paint mixed with white paint, "My blood is not normal, I can't feed them anymore, Yushan Help me stop the bleeding." After hearing this, Wang Yushan quickly helped Ye Feng treat the wound.

"Now we have to take a gamble. It is evening and the temperature is more than 20 degrees Celsius. Later, the temperature will drop to more than ten degrees. We march at the fastest speed. With our current situation, [-] kilometers is our However, I predict that ten kilometers to the northeast is the exit of this desert, and according to my grandfather's method of using troops, there will be Chinese soldiers stationed there." Ye Feng stared at the northeast with a pair of wolf eyes. , took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the dying Chinese and Shui Mengqing suddenly showed expressions of extreme pain. The four of Ye Feng were shocked. Shui Mengqing could understand it, but everyone saw how strong the Chinese were. In his eyes, he was hit by an AK bullet. Without the slightest anesthesia, Wang Yushan helped him retrieve the bullet, but he didn't say a word, but now he groaned in pain. How painful is that?

Ye Feng didn't dare to delay any longer, he picked up the heavy Chinese soldier on his back and ran towards the northeast, Wang Yushan carried Shui Mengqing on his back, and Wang Rong and Dewey followed closely behind, it was useless The body movements are too fast, but one layer faster than the normal rapid march.

Wang Yushan followed Ye Feng, looking at the not-so-burly figure in front of him, he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. It was not a taste. After following him for many years, he performed miracles one after another. With so much power, and he is bloody and cruel, sometimes I can't help but say to him secretly that he is a demon who kills without blinking an eye, but sometimes, he is like an angel, just like the one that Shui Mengqing said. As I said, don't give up, don't give up, there is no one around him, although he is still a child in terms of age, but in the hearts of Wang Yushan and others, he is like a godfather, always facing himself with a stern expression, but he If someone gets hurt in any way, he will definitely take himself and others to get back. Ye Feng said, "If someone scolds you, you have to slap him; if someone slaps you, you have to slap him." Cut off his head." Everyone can see Ye Feng's protection.

And when his brother was killed, his heart-wrenching sadness, and after Xiaoyue was killed, his heartache and loneliness left an indelible mark on the hearts of Wang Yushan and others, " Our lives belong to the young master." This is their slogan.

Because of being hit one after another, Ye Feng did not allow the person he wanted to save to be in any danger.

Several people shuttled back and forth in the desert as if tirelessly, the sky had already darkened, but Ye Feng suddenly had a cold light in his eyes, and said kindly: "Wang Rong, weapon."

After receiving Ye Feng's order, Wang Rong pulled out the demon-slaying dagger, and Ye Feng pushed the wounded into Wang Rong's arms with a Tai Chi push hand. A figure in a red robe came up from the sky, it was the pope in red. Ye Feng at this time was not the Ye Feng at that time. The strength, not to mention a red pope?

The demon-slaying dagger in his left hand was held backwards, and the iron fist slammed straight at the red pope's chest. Because Ye Feng broke out his aura ahead of time, the red pope couldn't dodge. Ye Feng's iron fist concentrated on his chest. The red-clothed pope in armor had his heart shattered by Ye Feng's punch. When he was about to die, his eyes showed unbelievable affection. Didn't the intelligence say that Ye Feng only had the strength of the red-clothed pope?Can't I hold him back?

Ye Feng ignored the red-clothed Pope who was killed by himself, and his figure moved towards the northeast again. He knew that he had been recognized by his enemies, and there would be enemies coming in front of him, but his face was full of joy. , because he knew that the more enemies there were, the closer they were to the edge of the desert.However, he only fooled a few Japanese Jnin along the way, as well as a few red-clothed popes, and the one who delayed him the longest was only a purple-clothed pope.Along the way, he saw the corpses of many killers and mercenaries. He vaguely guessed that at this time, not only was someone assassinating him, but someone was coming to support him.

"Yushan, please pay attention to your vigilance." Ye Feng ordered, the four of them and the two wounded people stopped, and when they were lurking in place, the middle-aged man and Shui Mengqing miraculously woke up.

"You guys, are you awake?" Ye Feng asked in surprise.

"Where are we?" the Chinese asked weakly.

"Brother, do you have a flare gun to communicate with our troops?" Now that he is awake, it's a good thing, at such a critical moment, Ye Feng won't have so much nonsense.

"I still have two flares, but I lost the flare gun, what should I do?" The Chinese soldier took out the flare and handed it to Ye Feng. Dismantled the ak skillfully, then fiddled with the firing pin and the spring, then unloaded a bullet, poured out the general gunpowder, put it together with the signal bomb, and shot it into the air, emitting a blue shine.