However, the biting power of the wolf was far beyond his imagination. The wolf's teeth penetrated the lieutenant's throat like a steel needle, and he could not move for a moment without rushing the wolf's hair. Not long after, the lieutenant finally fell to the ground because of lack of energy.

Seeing that the lieutenant was killed like this, a soldier was so scared that he threw away his weapon and knelt on the ground with a plop. He only heard him whispering in Arabic, as if he was begging for mercy, or as if he was praying. The Xingfeng Legion couldn't understand these words. A Rottweiler rushed up with panting, and immediately took him off.

Looking around, I saw that the battlefield was in chaos. Countless intestines, eyes, weapons, flesh and blood, and internal organs were scattered on the ground, and incomplete corpses fell in pools of blood. Even those who were used to life and death and slaughtering, they felt a swelling in their stomachs, which was very uncomfortable.

Many people have already spit out the evening meal.

If an ordinary person, let alone take a look, he would have to spit out the bitter bile water even if he smelled the bloody and foul smell.

The armed forces of more than a thousand people were defeated by Xie Wendong's third and fourth sharp swords.

The battle continues, and if the battle situation continues, it may be delayed until half an hour later.

Xie Wendong and Dong Xinlei briefly discussed it and thought that they could surrender. Accepting surrender would not only reduce some of the losses of the Xingfeng and Xingying, but also end the battle early. There are still 8,000 people rushing here. If they arrive, everyone present, including Xingfeng Xingying, will be submerged in raindrop bullets and shells.

"Lao Sen, we don't have much time left. Let Xingfeng retreat and now we can accept surrender." "I understand." Jiang Sen quickly took out the phone and called the brothers in charge of training Xingfeng Legion. After the Xingfeng Legion retreated, some of the soldiers of the Isis Cobra Army had already collapsed and were frightened to death. Although some of them were not crazy, their injuries made them thrust like needles. The only one or two hundred people actually escaped.

Xie Wendong and others endured the nausea and stepped on the blood, and came to these people. Seeing Xie Wendong and others coming, these most powerful Cobra soldiers, like mice seeing a cat, subconsciously shrank their necks back.

Xie Wendong said to Bian Fei next to him: "Brother Bian, you can translate for me." Bian Fei had been scared by Xie Wendong's cruelty for a long time, and after a while, he nodded dullly.

Xie Wendong said in a stern voice: "You have failed. Those who know the truth quickly abandon their weapons and surrender. What we want is not your life, but our goods." The soldiers held the weapons full of blood, endured the severe pain on their bodies, struggled to stand up, and swept around with nervousness.

Bian Fei's Adam's apple rolled up and down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and translated Xie Wendong's words into Arabic.

Logically speaking, the psychological defense line of these Cobra soldiers has collapsed. This is what they want to hear the most. What is unexpected is that after hearing this, these soldiers remain silent. Even a few people with willpower shaken, after thinking about it carefully, they closed their mouths.

Xie Wendong was surprised and thought to himself that these people were really tough enough. He said again untiringly: "I will only give you one chance, don't force us to do it."

After listening to Bian Fei's translation, these Cobra soldiers not only failed to figure it out, but instead became more and more serious. Several officer-like people stood up tremblingly and swear: "Don't waste your time. Even if we kill us, we will not surrender." "Yes, we will fight to the end." "King Baghdadi will avenge us, and you don't want to leave Iraq."

When Bian Fei heard this, he frowned and was about to speak out. Xie Wendong waved his hand, and his murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes: "No need, I already know."

"Brother Dong, I know the reason." Bian Fei explained: "That's because their families are all in the area controlled by Isis, and Isis's methods are famously vicious. These people dare not surrender because they defect to the base, so he hates traitors the most. If the strength difference between them and their opponents is too great, they will allow them to escape, which is also a way to preserve their strength. But they will never tolerate being a prisoner and selling off the interests of Isis and everyone's interests. Baghdadi is bound to win this batch of goods. If they give in like this, not only will they be in trouble, but their families cannot be protected. Resist to the end, maybe they can change the title of hero."

In fact, this is similar to the policy against the enemy during the Mao period. At that time, the enemy was stationed and disturbed me, the enemy was advanced and I retreated, the enemy retreated and I chased me, and the enemy was tired and I attacked me. It allows you to escape under a very large gap in strength. If you betray the organization and the people, the anti-traitor team will chase you to the ends of the world.

Bian Fei said so much, not because he wanted to save these people, but because he was considering himself. If one day the news leaked and said that he had refused to save his own people, it might cause some unnecessary trouble. Anyway, he would not suffer any losses when talking and singing.

He said it very well, making people feel sympathetic. But Xie Wendong is not a good person, he is a complete bad guy. He will not sympathize with the enemy, nor will he give up or slow down his pace of progress because of the enemy's pity. Xie Wendong shook his head and said coldly: "Kill the idle people and drive away." Although Xie Wendong looks average, he is considered pretty at most. But the momentum he exudes on his body is extremely oppressive. His feminine aura and the king's aura are combined to shock people's souls.

The soldiers of isis could not understand what Xie Wendong was saying, but could feel it from his voice. Seeing this, these people felt that the catastrophe was coming, and their faces were bloodless, and their clothes on their backs were soaked in sweat.

Military orders are like a mountain of fallen.

Ren Changfeng doesn't care about this or that. As long as it is Xie Wendong's order, he will execute it to the end even if it is wrong.

He held a Tang sword in his hand and was the first to jump out of the battle formation. He slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard. Han Mang suddenly appeared: "If you don't want toast, I'll let you eat enough." As soon as he finished speaking, his Tang sword was already at one of the few officers who had just spoken.
Chapter completed!