Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 336 One Person's War (2)
On cold rainy nights, in mountains and jungles, the god of death has spread its wings, ready to harvest fresh life at any time.Although the three sentinels were experienced and well-trained, they didn't realize it at this time, and as usual, they resumed the search team with one front and two backs, and went straight to the hiding place of the sharp knife.It's ridiculous that they are all veterans who are both cautious and careful, and they don't realize that there is a Chinese soldier lurking under their noses.

Ten meters, five meters, four meters of dense raindrops knocked and crackled on the back of the sharp knife, but they couldn't cover up the slight sound of the enemy's footsteps.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the sharp knife can't tell whether it's nervousness or excitement, but the strong desire to kill is inciting his hand to move around.

Sentinel No. 1 walked past the pine tree. With the short flash of lightning in the night sky, the sharp knife saw clearly that the enemy was carrying a Sharp rifle, and the triangular bayonet mounted on the front flashed under the lightning. Moving with a strange light.

When the two enemies behind slowly walked past the pine tree, he saw that they were both holding Liyi rifles in their hands, without the three-edged thorn.When the last sentry passed his hiding place, he suddenly turned his face and stared at him!

When the sharp knife's gaze came into contact with this pair of eyes shining with viciousness and coldness, he couldn't help shivering.I haven't met such a person full of hatred and resentment in five years, and I can't help but feel a chill in my heart.In order to prevent his eyes from hiding, he didn't dare to look directly at the enemy's face, buried his head as low as possible, kept his body close to the ground and remained motionless, holding his breath, for fear that if there was a slight mistake, his feet would be exposed.

The sentry with triangular eyes stared at the hiding place for about 15 seconds, saw no flaws, cursed, turned and walked away.

Jiandao heaved a sigh of relief, the tension just now disappeared, replaced by a murderous intent that couldn't be more intense.At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, and he resolutely decided to kill the killer, and first sent the three night-swimming sentries to the gate of hell.

He gently opened the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the quiver of the plum blossom sleeve tied with a three-section buckle on the forearm!
The ring finger and little finger of his left hand held the outer side of the quiver, the palm was in contact with the upper side of the quiver, the thumb was on the inner side of the quiver, and gently pressed the butterfly wings.After getting ready to launch the sleeve arrow, he slowly drew out the military dagger.It seems that he is good at killing enemies with cold weapons such as daggers, spears, and sleeve arrows in close combat.

Just when Triangle Eye was less than five steps away, sharp knife lightning leaped up from the hiding place like a bird of prey catching a chick.

His figure was as fast as a flash of electricity flashing from the western sky, and the moment he brushed the shoulder of Triangular Eye, the cold blade drew a shining arc in the void!

With a "poof", like the sound of a sharp blade cutting through a sack, a pool of scarlet blood gurgled from the throat of the triangular eye, flowed down the neck, and was mixed in the icy night rain.

With the light of a flash of lightning that tore through the night sky, the sharp knife clearly saw that the neck of the triangular eye had been cut open by the extremely sharp knife edge, the tender red flesh was rolled to the two sides, the white throat was broken in two, and blood gushed out. The hot air shoots out like a fountain, worth less than footwashing water.The sentinel dropped the weapon in his hand, covered his neck with his hands, coughed and spat out blood foam, and spun out of his burly body with the rotors. With each rotation, a large amount of plasma squeezed out between his fingers and splashed onto the surrounding larch trees. On the ground, poured on the rotting leaves are mottled.

It was too late, and just as the dagger cut through the neck of the triangular eye, the sharp knife caught up with another black and strong French sentinel like a shadow.The sentry had already noticed a figure passing by his companion behind him. He instinctively turned to the right, and at the same time moved a foot to the left, and pointed the rifle in his hand at the figure who suddenly appeared to attack.

When encountering each other on narrow roads and fighting hand to hand, victory or defeat is often determined by every second, but this sentry was still a second or two late, before the index finger could pull the trigger, the sharp knife's dagger edge had already been pulled from his belly, quietly Silently fast!The colorful viscera mixed with blood flowed all over the ground, like cutting open a nasty black pig.The sentinel's eyes were terrified and puzzled, staring at the intestines being dragged out of the body piece by piece, the light in the pupils was rapidly dissipating, and the purple face became paler and more terrifying.

The sentry at the front had already heard the sound behind him, he hesitated for a moment, looked back, and immediately realized that something was wrong, turned around quickly, and touched the trigger of the rifle with his index finger.

At this time, the sharp knife was nearly ten meters away from him, and the dagger was out of reach, and the rifle must not be used lightly in this secret operation.In this unstoppable moment, the sharp knife stretched forward with his left hand like lightning, the middle finger and index finger locked on the target extremely quickly, and the thumb pulled the butterfly wings one step ahead of the enemy.

With a sound of "crack", a sharp arrow wiped the damp and cold air, dragging a white trail in the drizzle and rain.

The remaining sentry covered his neck with his hands, and fell to the ground without a sound, with an inch-long sleeve arrow stuck in his throat.

At this time, Jiandao tasted a salty taste on the edge of his mouth. He didn't know if it was rain or his own sweat.He wanted to capture the next one alive to ask about the defense situation inside, but that guy's reaction was too fast, and he didn't allow him to have a chance to ask questions alive, so he had no choice but to kill him and hurry up.

He squatted down and said to the radio in a low, slightly hoarse voice: "The danger at position 3 is temporarily lifted."

Just after saying this sentence, the black and strong sentry fell to the ground, kneeling slowly on the ground. After a slight pause, his upper body threw forward heavily, just pressing on the pile of internal organs.

The sharp knife glanced at the still convulsing enemy corpse, frowned, and let out a long breath.A strong smell of blood rushed towards his face, and his stomach was churning violently. He hurriedly covered his nose with his left hand, looked up at the dark, rainy night sky, and let the cold rain pour on his face. Back to some of the pleasure of killing the enemy.

Killing someone for the first time in five years was still as easy as breathing air once.Killing is nothing more than nodding the head. This sentence couldn't be more appropriate when applied to the sharp knife.However, for some reason, when the strong salty smell penetrated his nostrils, he actually had a feeling of vomiting and fainting blood.

Maybe it was because he hadn't spattered blood for a long time, and he was dying. Suddenly he smelled the smell of blood, and he felt a strange feeling that he couldn't adapt to, but his proficiency in killing the enemy was still the same as before, even worse than before. No less.

After the rain washed away the blood on his face, he collected five magazines and five legal hand grenades from the enemy, stuffed the ammunition into his backpack, and left the wild forest without looking back.

(End of this chapter)