The setting sun is like blood, the sunset is filled with sunset, the dim sunshine falls in the forest, the hillside falls on the blood all over the ground, reflecting a charming luster. The flowers of death blooming on the Buddha's blossom make the scalp numb. The broken corpses on the ground, the scattered guns, and the wounded groaning in pain, form a miserable picture. When the Buddha's doomsday comes, the militants who are charging forward screaming and making this picture even more weird.

A wounded soldier covered in blood and wearing a camouflage combat uniform staggered over, using the guns in his hand to act as monsters. He looked around and looked at the Buddha and was looking for something. No one paid attention to the wounded man on the ground, and even walked away with some fear. The man continued to move forward, dragging one of his legs, which had been stained with blood.

Soon, the man came to another wounded man in a camouflage combat uniform. One of the other's legs was broken, hurting the artery blood vessels. The blood dyed the surrounding ground red. Too much blood caused distraction, life was difficult to protect, and he would die at any time. Perhaps when he saw someone coming, the man opened his bloody eyes, his mouth twitched, and wanted to say anything, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything.

The wounded man who was dragging his legs came forward, knelt beside the other party, helped the other party up and asked anxiously, "Hurry up, tell me where the tribe is?"

The other party was distracted and his mind was unclear. He twisted his head and looked around with difficulty, stretched out his hand to point in one direction, and the wounded man who was dragging his legs also turned his head to look over. He soon found a person lying on the ground, hurting his calf, but did not hurt the arteries and blood vessels. He had no life worries at the moment. Two people wearing camouflage combat uniforms were taking care of him, one of whom was skillfully stopping bleeding and bandaging the wound.

The wounded person who was dragging his retreat lit up when he saw this scene. He put the wounded person in his arms on the ground and twisted the other party's neck. All this was done in a very concealed manner. No one noticed it around. After succeeding, he took out a pistol from the deceased and checked it. The magazines were all full, so he dragged his legs and walked forward.

Soon, the person who had just finished the wound saw someone coming, wearing a camouflage combat uniform, covered in blood, and was dragging one leg, covered in blood, and looked serious injuring, and waved and shouted, "Come here, bandage you."

The person who was dragging his legs increased his speed, and another person in camouflage got up to support him. At this time, the person who was dragging his legs suddenly raised his pistol and shot at the visitor two points. He gathered only three meters away. The distance was too close and the shooting was too sudden. There was no way to avoid it. The visitor was hit in the middle of his eyebrows and his body fell to the ground.

The person responsible for the explosion of the wound realized something was wrong and quickly grabbed the gun placed on the ground. At this time, the person dragged the retreating retreated and rushed forward like a cheetah. Where were there any signs of injury? The gun in his hand also rang, bang bang bang! Three gunshots, the target rolled away two bullets, but he was exhausted and could not avoid the third bullet. The bullet hit the neck, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, the artery blood vessels were blown up, and blood was rushing, and a blood arrow was released.

At this time, the person dragging his legs pounced on him like a cheetah, grabbed the other person's neck and twisted it hard, and with a click, the other person's neck was twisted, and there was no movement. The person who injured his legs looked at the scene in shock, immediately realized something was wrong, and shouted anxiously: "What do you want to do? I am the leader of the tribe, you can't kill me, otherwise your commander will not spare you."

"I'm the one I'm catching." The person who was dragging his legs sneered and rushed forward with a knife. He slashed the other party, resisting the shoulder and rushed forward. He walked like flying, and there was no point in getting hurt. He saw that the wounded soldiers around him were stunned and didn't understand what was going on. When he realized that he had already rushed out a hundred meters away, someone quickly raised his gun, but he was worried that he would hit the tribe leader on the shoulder, and hesitated and ignored the movement.

Someone rushed over to try to stop him. Suddenly, a round of shots came over and shot the people dead on the spot. The wounded saw a person suddenly popping up behind a stone in front of him, and was constantly firing. Every gunshot would kill someone. Everyone was shocked and lay down in seclusion, looking for weapons everywhere.

The person who shot the gun did not move like a Buddha war god, and kept firing without fear at all. He laughed excitedly and said, "Brother Iron Eagle, where is your speed? Why is it so slow? Didn't you eat?"

The one carrying the tribe was the iron sculpture. In order to penetrate into the battlefield and find the tribe, the iron sculpture had to apply other people's blood to himself and pretend to be injured. As expected, many people were confused. They all regarded the iron sculpture as a holy warrior. The one who shot was naturally Ye Tong, who came with him to take charge of the support.

"Little Yezi, please give me some jokes. If you have the ability to play, see who will be faster." Iron Eagle roared when he heard Ye Tong's cancellation, and the speed suddenly accelerated, forming a afterimage, and rushed towards the woods ahead.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid of you." Ye Tong shouted without being outdone. After finishing all the magazines, he turned around and ran away. His speed was not slow. He skillfully replaced a new magazine while running, but he did not fight and rushed into the woods.

The two of them ran forward and put the cheetahs foraging in the Buddha woods. No one could catch up with them. After more than ten minutes, there was no trace of pursuers behind them. There were a bunch of ants on the ground in front of them. There were as many ants as small cars, and there were many ants around them, coming and going, busying themselves.

The iron carving had an idea and shouted, "Wait a minute, it's here."

"What are you doing?" Ye Tong asked curiously.

The two stopped, and the Iron Eagle put the tribe leader down, woke up the other party in a few seconds, pointed to the pile of ants in front and shouted with murderous intent: "Where are the people in the Dark Church hiding? I will only ask once."

The tribe chief snorted coldly and said, "Don't overestimate your value. Killing you can find them, it's just a little time." As he said that, he threw the tribe chief towards the ant pile, without giving any affection. He had to be firm in his attitude during interrogation.

"Ah? What do you want to do?" The tribe was shocked. Unexpectedly, the Iron Eagle took action when she said that she would do it. Without any hesitation, she was scared to death and her body slammed heavily on the pile of ants. The ants were immediately angry and surrounded and bitten. Although they were not very toxic, they hurt even when they bite, and it was as fatal as they took a long time.

Facing the densely crawling ants, no one could calm down, and the tribe was the same. He was instantly scared and shouted in panic: "Hurry up, save me, I said, I said."

"Save it again and again. If you want to survive, you have to hurry up." Tiede said coldly, unmoved at all. He knew in his heart that the general interrogation methods were useless to deal with such a vicious bandit leader. If you want to get real information, you have to force it to death.
Chapter completed!