(Yan Shao: I understand the passage at the end of the previous chapter: "Eight white parachutes are spreading in the air. I saw a blonde and blue-eyed "enemy" that was actually at less than ten meters under my feet. Zhan Xia Ge didn't say anything, and the luck dantian gathered all the internal force accumulated by himself in twenty-two years... No, it was saliva, and there was a constant explosion in an instant." If I asked me how Zhan Xia Ge spitted saliva on the other person's face in the fighter. I'll add it, 6+2=8, and let me explain it, 6 reconnaissance pilots + Zhan Xia Ge + Huang Zhipeng = 8 parachute diving people. Finally, let's talk nonsense, the parachute pilot = no fighter floating in the air = there is a chance to spit the other person with saliva = Thank you for your support!)

This is really a reef island that is too small, or a huge reef is described as a little bit more suitable. As long as a slightly larger wave head hits it, it can cover it with a small island. On this island, there is no fresh water or plants, and there is no rich resource nearby that can make some countries jealous. Moreover, it is far away from conventional sea routes. On any navigation map, you cannot find the coordinates of this small reef island.

But this small reef island saved Zhan Xiage and Huang Zhipeng's lives. The two of them rolled and crawled into the island. They lay on the ground while pressing their already bulging belly while vomiting desperately.

Zhan Xiage looked at a small fish that had just spit out of his own mouth and could jump around on the reef island. He screamed: "I'm going to kill me, I really thought we brothers were going to be drowned alive. I often heard people say that the sea water is salty. After drinking it today, I realized that it was not only salty but also bitter!"

"I'm sorry, you're so embarrassed to say, you can't swim, why are you still fluttering in the water? If I hadn't been so calm and calm in the face of danger, I would have been pulled together by you, the land duck, and sent it to the bottom of the sea to be the son-in-law of the Dragon King! The most disgusting thing is that I, a figure in school, claiming to be the first swimming player, was actually flooded with more sea water than you because I wanted to save a land duck! Woo..."

Before Huang Zhipeng finished speaking, he felt an irresistible surging from his stomach, and he lay on the ground and vomited desperately.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling sound at the other end of the island, less than fifty square meters. A guy in a flying suit was crawling upwards by the protruding rocks on the island. Zhan Xiage suddenly jumped up and ran over without saying a word to lift the big feet of a twelve-year-old student who had kicked a twelve-year-old student into the last eunuch in China, aiming at the head that had just emerged, and suddenly.

Although the pilot had good physical condition and seemed to have received swimming training, in the face of this absolutely unexpected surprise attack, he had only had time to make an unconscious scream, and was kicked into the depths of the sea by Zhan Xiage. A series of bubbles emerged on the constantly swelling sea surface.

Huang Zhipeng lies on the ground and does not stop retching, while slapping on the reefs on the island and shouting: "Old Zhan, there is another one on the left, keep kicking hard! They are all here. This is our Chinese territory, our position and battlefield. None of them can be allowed to climb up!"

Zhan Xiage swept around and saw three or four "enemy" swimming around the island. Now the World Environmental Protection Organization is shouting every day to pay attention to protecting the environment and not to throw white garbage in the sea. These words are really nothing wrong. Otherwise, why would a woman's high heels lie quietly in a small puddle on the island?!

Zhan Xiage reached out and took up the high heels, and lay on the island with a large piece of his body. As long as he twisted his butt twice, he could successfully invade the head of the "enemy" who had entered the Chinese territory. The poor pilot screamed, covered his head with a small hole, and fell back into the sea.

Huang Zhipeng lay on the ground and shouted weakly: "Beautiful job! But you're too cruel. The high heel you grabbed was four inches tall. I'm fucking, it even had a metal shoe nail. This is purely a small bayonet!"

Zhan Xiage held the "little bayonet" with metal shoe nails and smashed the heads of the people who emerged from the sea. For a moment, a scream like a ghost crying wolf was heard on the sea surface, and a few wisps of blood were floating in the sea water.

Several seagulls spread their white and beautiful wings as much as possible and flew over the sea. They all looked at the reef island in confusion. Looking at Zhan Xia Ge was like playing a gopher smashing game, running left and right on the island, and the high heels in their hands kept smashing them down hard.

Zhan Xiage's high-root shoes that hit the air suddenly froze because an M9 self-defense pistol hit his head. A guy who might be the captain nervously stared at Zhan Xiage and climbed up the island bit by bit. He reached out and touched his head with at least three or four small holes. While gasping for a cold air, he said in stiff Chinese: "Smash! Smash hard! Why don't you hit it?! Haven't your Chinese Army always claimed that you are not afraid of death? It turns out that you are also...ah!"

This pilot really has to believe in this evil, because the high heels in the War Hero singer really hit him in the head again!

Zhan Xiage threw away the high heels in his hand, which were smashed by him, and pointed at the pain and screamed like a shrimp thrown into a pan. He shouted loudly: "I fuck you girl, it's amazing if you have a gun? If you have a weapon, just shoot! Let me tell you, this is still China, and our territory. I will definitely eat you here, brother!"

Huang Zhipeng walked to Zhan Xiage, put on a heroic look that he was swearing to death, and shouted: "Since we brothers dare to chase you with fighter jets, will we still be afraid of these pieces of broken copper and iron? Damn it, it's a man's, so we throw away the pieces of broken goods in your hands. Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, we two will pay at once!"

The six pilots who had just climbed onto the island and were wet all looked at each other. Although they had received Chinese training due to work needs, the words "one-on-one" and "group-raid" were too rascal. Looking at the camouflage uniforms representing the Chinese Army's special forces on Zhan Xiage, the six pilots were constantly beating in their hearts. You should know that although China's aviation is not good, the Chinese Army, especially the Chinese Army's special forces, had proven in the Korean War, Vietnam War, and Sino-India border war that they were composed of a number of well-trained and extremely desperate professional soldiers! What made them most incredible was when the Chinese Army's special forces could also run on the fighter plane?

Zhan Xiage raised his chin and asked, "Have you played King of Fighters Ninety-seven?"

Four of the six pilots nodded vigorously together, one of them showed a surprise expression on his face. He was obviously a fan of the action fighting game of King of Fighters!
Chapter completed!