The First Order

No one knows when this young man was killed behind Zong's clan, and even Zheng Yuandong, who has been looking at the whole situation, is unclear.

In fact, Zong Cheng’s judgment is not wrong. Ren Xiaosu’s nanorobot is indeed at the end of the crossbow, and it is time for energy exhaustion.

And he really didn't have much control to break into the position of nearly a thousand people. After a night of fighting, he could no longer resist the steam train's anti-bite.

But Zong Cheng was in front of him, Zong's senior officials were in front of him, wanted him to give up?How can it be.

If Ren Xiaosu would give up at this time, it would be better to kill Zong Cheng earlier.

Zong Cheng will not die tonight, he will not be reconciled.

Therefore, Ren Xiaosu took advantage of everyone's lack of attention in the pursuit battle, and instantly replaced the outer armor with the shadow body. On the one hand, even if the nano robot could not hold it, he would not fall into death.

On the other hand, the outer armor also solves the problem of the shadow afraid of bullets hitting the eyebrows.

Just when the shadow was wearing a frontal charge in an overlying armor, Ren Xiaosu himself had been killed from the side of the manor. The strength of the Zong’s manor was concentrated on the front. Ren Xiaosu used an overnight action to tell Zong Cheng that he would charge forward .

But when everyone began to get used to his head-on charge in this chaos, Ren Xiaosu chose to perform beheading from the weakest part of the opponent!

In front of Ren Xiaosu, the defensive force behind the manor was useless.

When Zong Cheng turned his head and saw that Ren Xiaosu was hiding from the rear, he was shocked. Ren Xiaosu grabbed a high-level Zong clan as a shield and quickly killed Zong Cheng.

Zong Cheng shouted desperately: "Kill him, don't care about the hostage in his hand, open fire!"

But Zong's soldiers hesitated, knowing that Ren Xiaosu was holding Uncle Zong Cheng's relative.

Ren Xiaosu held the Zongcheng Uncle and sneered, while sneering at the Zongcheng Uncle: "Please call for help, otherwise I will cut you down now."

The uncle of the tribe anxiously yelled at Zong Cheng: "Zong Cheng, you little rabbit, even disregarding my life..."

Suddenly, Zong Cheng raised his hand and shot him dead. He didn't let him go on talking, and the surrounding soldiers and the head of the Zong family were all stunned.

In this stupefying time, Ren Xiaosu has approached Zong Cheng.

What made Zong's people surprised was that Zong Cheng, the extraordinary person who had been waiting for Zong's for a long time, did not gather the courage to resist, but pushed his father and Zong's head to Ren Xiaosu's knife!

A knife flashed over, the head of the Zong family head!

The next moment, Ren Xiaosu actually threw away the hostage in his hand and rushed towards Zong Cheng at full speed. The black knife in that hand swept in the night breeze, deep and cold.

It is clearly an era of hot weapons, but the cold weapon in front of him is like a sword of judgment, and can cut everything.

Some Zong soldiers saw Ren Xiaosu lost his hostage and immediately prepared to raise the muzzle to shoot, but before they pulled the trigger, the shadow on the side had turned back!

I saw the shadow approaching frantically and slammed into the Zong clan's forces, the sound of broken bones and tendons exploding like a firecracker!

The shadow enters the battle, this is the almost unmatched individual combat power at that time!

"Destroy the city!" Ren Xiaosu roared.

In an instant, Ren Xiaosu lunged forward and cut across the waist!

The fire in the distance formed light and shadow above the clouds, as if it was Xu Jinyuan's appearance of eating corn, and it was like Jin Lan's smirk. Yan Liuyuan stood next to Xiaoyu and fell down angrily. Hope.

From the moment of the fight, Ren Xiaosu will recall that scene every night. He has exposed the wounds in his heart over and over again, just to remind himself not to forget the anger of that day.

So that everyone felt that war always killed people, but he wanted to carry a sharp knife to survive, and no one was indispensable.

Even Zhang Xiaoman didn't believe he could live, but Ren Xiaosu said he wanted to give it a try.

So that Ren Xiaosu came to Zong Cheng at this time, like a knight who followed the whole hell behind him. It turned out that when hatred was added, he was really a kind of person with Li Shentan.

If there was not a beam of light in his heart, at this moment he wanted the entire 146 barrier to follow Zong's sinking hell.

"Dead!" Black Sword cut across Zong Cheng's waist. Ren Xiaosu looked at Zong Cheng's incredible expression and turned away.

The shadow opened and closed behind him, and at the moment before the rain of guns and bullets splashed, Ren Xiaosu withdrew and retreated.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue killing, but he can't kill anymore.

The first evil is dead, Zong's is about to fall apart, there will be 178 stronghold troops coming to destroy here, he does not need to continue to take risks.

Moreover, Ren Xiaosu was shot.

Even if the surprise came from behind, the Zong clan responded, so the shot was also expected by Ren Xiaosu.

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu had two gunshot wounds in his abdomen. He had to get rid of Zong's chase as soon as possible, and then took out the warhead and smeared black medicine.

Only the accident happened again. The shadow brows with no outer armor behind him were shot again, and the whole shadow disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

Ren Xiaosu frowned, and he could hear the shouting behind him, someone calling the doctor, someone calling to arrest the assassin.

The chasing soldiers were chasing after Ren Xiaosu. Ren Xiaosu turned out of the manor and escaped two streets, but he still couldn't get rid of the Zong's troops behind him.

Ren Xiaosu could still hear the off-road vehicle engine roaring behind him, and Zong was angry.

Dead end?Ren Xiaosu smiled, so what.

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu suddenly turned his knife and turned around. He looked back at all the soldiers on the long street, and the rolling clouds of smoke that day seemed to stagnate: "Let's go together."

No one thought that Ren Xiaosu would look back, and no one thought that Ren Xiaosu was even shot in the body!

However, when the chasers saw this scene, they subconsciously stepped on the brakes and even wanted to turn around and run back.

I was happy when I was chasing, but I didn't think about it on the way. What if I really caught up?Catch up and die?

Of course Zong's soldiers knew that they could pile up the teenager in front of them, but the head of the Zong's family had died. Who would they pile up the boy with?

Moreover, they will die a lot of people.

As a result, when they braked, they saw Ren Xiaosu turn around and ran...

"Grass, be fooled, this kid is no longer good!"

"Keep chasing!"

Of course, some people have already figured out the stakes and do not want to chase them.

With this paused effort, only half of the soldiers were left.

There are still a lot of people, and some people want to accept Xiao Su as a reward. After all, the Zong clan must always have a newcomer to take charge. The law is no less.

Although it wasn't quite the same before.

Therefore, the Zong soldiers who are still chasing Xiaosu are almost always ambitious.

However, when Ren Xiaosu ran to the wound, suddenly someone shouted, "Ren Xiaosu, come here!"

Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment, who is calling him?

He turned his head to look around the sound, but saw Zhang Xiaoman cheerfully waving at him, while Jiao Xiaochen and others were erection mortars and heavy machine guns at the street.

And the deputy head of the 1237 regiment, lying on the side with an inexorable face, bound his hands and feet.

After Ren Xiaosu left them, the Jiandao even took the risk of looting a military factory, and seized the trucks and off-road vehicles in the factory, just to reach the 146 barriers as soon as possible!

Tonight everyone was attracted by Ren Xiaosu's firepower, but no one noticed that the east gate was even broken by a sharp knife, and they didn't even encounter any decent block!

Zhang Xiao stood there with satisfaction and grinned against the sky and fire: "Come and come, let's save you!"

Ren Xiaosu walked slowly over her belly: "Why are you here?"

Fu Raozheng next loaded the heavy machine gun with a cartridge case: "Don't you say that we can't even have one sharp knife?"

Zhang Xiaoman laughed happily. He suddenly learned the tone of Ren Xiaosu's speech to Zhang Jinglin: "Ren Xiaosu, do you remember what I said?"

Ren Xiaosu was silent for a moment and then suddenly smiled: "You said, but war always kills people. The battlefield is a place where you must believe in life. Everything is life, and you can't help it."

Zhang Xiaoman laughed again: "Do you remember what you said?"

At that time, Ren Xiaosu said, how do you know if you don’t try it!

The sharp knives are connected with each other, and both the glory and the loss will be damaged. Since some people say that the sharp knives can't even have one, no matter who said it, then there really is one.

Zhang Xiaoman's cheeks against the light of the fire seemed extraordinarily hard-core, but suddenly became cute again.

He spit on the ground and smiled: "Fuck!"

In an instant, four heavy machine guns spit out a long tongue of fire at the end of the long street, and the chasing Zong's troops fell down like dominoes under the rush.

Some people once stuck at the intersection with two heavy machine guns. They killed more than 3,000 people in the afternoon. Since the development of hot weapons, many people have forgotten. In fact, in the history of human warfare, heavy machine guns are the number one weapon for killing the enemy. .

In the distance Zheng Yuandong watched this scene silently, he had planned to rush out to save Ren Xiaosu, but suddenly found that this strange soldier had reached the 146 barrier.

Looking at the sharp swords in front of each other covering and supporting each other, Zheng Yuandong didn't want to be a spy anymore. He wanted to go back to Qing's to find his own comrade-in-arms.