"Sir, who can win in the end?" The young guard at the South Gate of Ghana whispered to the veteran who was leaning against the city wall and following the tobacco leaves.

The veteran had a hideous scar on his face, which was left when he was fighting the prison army. He took a deep breath of tobacco leaves, looked at the gray sky and sighed: "Who do you care about him? It's better to live one day."

The melee in the Wangjing area has been going on for several weeks. Most of the dozens of princes who fought in the first place were killed, and the 200,000 imperial guards fell apart, fighting everywhere and corpses everywhere. In such a chaotic situation, no one could predict what the future would be like.

The veteran looked at the muddy roads in the east and thought to himself: Perhaps only the ninth prince Long Han led the army back to calm the chaos here, but then the veteran shook his head again. It was still a matter of whether he could survive until then.

"Just eat food when you join the army, do your own thing well. If we join the soldiers, we will not participate in the above matters..." The veteran taught the new recruits earnestly.

Just as the veteran was speaking vigorously, the new recruit who had always talked a lot did not respond. The veteran felt strange and raised his head to face Shangfeng Qingyang's cold eyes.

Seeing Feng Qingyang's bloody sword in his hand, the veteran didn't care about the spear on the ground, and jumped up quickly and turned around and fled. He had been in the army for many years and it was not a lucky chance to survive.

"Enemy..." The veteran's throat had just made a note, ready to shout warning, but the sword flashed and the veteran's head was already flying high.

The veteran saw his blood-spraying headless corpse rolling into the snow, and he also saw the recruit who was standing guard with him lying in a strange posture in the mud. His consciousness gradually became confused and eventually turned into darkness.

Countless battle boots quickly passed by the veteran's headless corpse and headed straight for the city of Ghana. The special warriors wearing black armor looked cold and had a high murderous intent.

"To the left of the first and second team, to the right of the third and fourth team, the rest follow me!" Feng Qingyang, the captain of the brigade, spoke calmly and powerfully, and quickly assigned tasks.

One hundred special forces soldiers were soon divided into three teams and were infiltrated into Ghana City.

The wet streets are filled with people's escape as discarded debris. Feng Qingyang can tell the chaos and hastyness of the people when they escape through the items discarded on the streets.

The doors of shops and houses on both sides of the street were broken, and creaking sounds made in the cold wind. There was also chaos inside. It was obvious that they had been looted, and it was unknown whether the rioters or the bandits who took advantage of the situation.

There were vague blood on the street, broken weapons were scattered casually, and the burnt corpses had already smelled of decay. It was obvious that there was a fierce battle here.

The special forces soldiers carefully searched along the streets, but except for the destroyed houses and the ruins burned by fire, the whole city was like a dead city, full of silence.

The battle boots stomped on the wet streets and made a sound of stepping on it, making the city even more empty.

Feng Qingyang held the sword in his hand and looked tense. They had walked across the entire street and didn't even see an enemy patrol. This strange atmosphere made him feel something was wrong.

When walking through a street intersection, Feng Qingyang suddenly stretched out his arm and clenched his fists and waved it hard. The nine special war soldiers following him suddenly stopped.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Yang Sen ran to Feng Qingyang from behind and asked in a low voice.

"Tell everyone to be vigilant, I feel something is wrong." Feng Qingyang's solemn eyes patrolled the ruins around him with a serious expression.

Bang! Before Feng Qingyang's words fell, an arrow with a sharp whistling sound had already hit Yang Sen's chest beside him. The huge force made Yang Sen's body fly backward and fall heavily to the ground.

"Miscellaneous!" Feng Qingyang cursed, raised the shield in his right hand, blocked him, and quickly rushed towards the fallen Yang Sen.

The arrows like locusts kept coming, hitting Feng Qingyang's iron shield and making a jingle sound. The splashing sparks made his skin feel burning pain.

Feng Qingyang grabbed Yang Sen's body and quickly dragged him to the corner of the ruins. The other special forces soldiers had already hid in a safe place the moment they encountered the attack.

"Band him quickly!" Feng Qingyang handed Yang Sen to a special war soldier, holding a sword and observing the attacking position with his eyes full of anger.

"Boss, they are here!" Huya's face was stern, holding the sword tightly, and arched his body, like a beast that could attack at any time.

"There are their sniper archers in the building opposite!" Ling Feng, who was leaning against the ruined wall, reminded.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang's brain was rotating rapidly, judging the form of the enemy and me. According to the principle, his actions were definitely not leaked, and the other party had obviously had ambushed. Wasn't it targeting him and others?

Whether to fight or withdraw is Feng Qingyang's current problem. When he heard the sound of fast and dense footsteps from the street, Feng Qingyang gestured to the attacking gestures at several special forces soldiers hiding across the street.

"Tiger teeth, take two people around from behind to kill the sniper archer in the opposite building."

"I understand." Huya's voice was low and waved to the two special soldiers behind him: "You come with me." After saying that, he pushed the ground with both feet, and jumped over the collapsed half-broken wall, disappearing from Feng Qingyang's vision.

Twenty sword hands holding long swords on the long street were quickly running towards Feng Qingyang and their hiding place. They were agile and obviously they had undergone rigorous training.

"Kill!" Suddenly, Feng Qingyang shouted and kicked over the originally fragile earth wall. The flying mud in the sky immediately flooded two close knives.

Puff! After two muffled sounds, the bodies of the two sword hands were already knocked back by Feng Qingyang's body.

The other swordsmen obviously did not expect Feng Qingyang to be so powerful in combat. After a second of his shock, they all raised the long sword in their hands and snatched them.

The other five special war soldiers also jumped out of their hiding places. The originally quiet street suddenly became noisy. The two sides began to fight, with blood flying, screams, the sound of metal and iron collisions, and the wailings of people on the verge of death.

This is a group of powerful enemies, fierce and fierce in their attacks. Almost every strike is a fatal blow. Suddenly encountering such a powerful enemy makes it obvious that the special war soldiers are difficult to adapt.

The Special Operations Battalion has always been a high standard since its establishment. Not only are the elite soldiers, but its weapons and equipment are also first-class. However, their opponents were mostly ordinary soldiers before, but now they encountered opponents of equal strength, which immediately turned their previous invincibility into a melee.

However, the special forces soldiers are all first-class elites. When they encounter strong enemies, their blood in their bones is aroused, and their faces are excited. Although they are seriously injured at the beginning, they are becoming more and more courageous as they fight.

"Ah!" A knife hand and Feng Qingyang fought for several rounds and were cut off by him. This was the first person to die in two minutes of fighting.

There were also fierce fighting sounds from the building in the distance, and there were also roars from Tiger Teeth. Obviously, Tiger Teeth, who was responsible for taking down the opponent's sniper archer, also encountered strong enemies.

Although the black-clothed swordsman's head was calm, his heart was filled with great waves. The strength of this newly emerging enemy was beyond their imagination. In just a few minutes, he had killed five elite soldiers.

Twenty people besieged the other party but could not take the other party, but the other party became more and more brave. At this moment, the leader of the black-clothed knife hand also discovered that this group of powerful enemies was not the target of him and others, but the two sides accidentally collided together.

"Quick!" The sound of rapid footsteps came from one end of the street. Two teams of forty special soldiers from two teams of special forces quickly came to support the news.

"The wind is tight! Huh!" The leader of the black-clothed knife hand saw reinforcements appearing on the other side, turned around and retreated without hesitation.

The black-clothed knife hand was strong and they were determined to leave. Although Feng Qingyang and the others wanted to delay them, they were entangled by the dead soldiers who were left behind by the black-clothed knife hand.

After working with the two reinforcements to kill six dead soldiers, the rest of the sword hands had turned into the street corner and disappeared.

"Don't chase after you, be careful of ambushing." Feng Qingyang stopped the pursuit of the special forces soldiers.

"Boss, this group of people is not weak." Huya also walked out of the building with two injured special forces soldiers, carrying five bloody heads in his hand.

"Are you injured?"

"The arm was disfigured, it's okay."

Feng Qingyang squatted down and reached out to fumble carefully on the dead enemy's body, trying to find something to prove the other person's identity. In the end, his eyes remained on the other person's arm and a sword tattoo.
Chapter completed!