At night, the militants were finally exhausted. They didn't want to chase after him, and they really didn't want to chase him because they couldn't catch up, and there were constant casualties during the pursuit.

As the night comes, as the vision slowly loses, I have to swallow it even if I can't swallow it.

But when they took this breath and took a rest, Ge Zhen and Hu Hailang began to take action.

"Clam!"

"Clam!"

The two men drew out their sabers and hid themselves in the darkness of the mountains and forests, as if they were ghosts.

"Like last time." Hu Hailang whispered.

"Can you do it?" Ge Zhen smiled slightly.

Hu Hailang didn't say anything, grabbed the saber and touched forward. Ge Zhen grinned and silently touched in another direction.

The militants were very tired. Even if they were familiar with the environment here, even if they often marched in such an environment, they could not withstand the battle, death, blood and fatigue that came for the whole day.

The four sentries were on guard, and the militants rested on the spot, and kept a high level of vigilance.

A sentry leaned against a big tree with a rifle, yawned and endured sleepiness, and anxiously waited for the next whistle.

His vigilance was already very low, and his sensitivity also dropped to the lowest point with fatigue.

In the darkness, a saber slowly stretched out from the right side of the big tree, moved little by little, and placed it at the neck of the sentry.

"ha--"

The sentry yawned, but still did not realize that the god of death had arrived.

"laugh!--"

The saber cut into his neck like lightning, stretched out a hand from behind to cover his mouth, and then cut the blade hard.

The neck was broken halfway, and the sentry, who was extremely tired, woke up in an instant, but immediately fell into a permanent sleep.

The body was dragged behind the tree. In less than a minute, Ge Zhen put on the clothes of the militants and walked out in a big shape with a gun.

On the other side, Hu Hailang killed a sentry at the same speed and touched it in.

"Shh~" Ge Zhen booed another sentry not far away.

"Click!"

He lit a cigarette and waved to the other party.

"Cigarette?" The sentry was surprised and immediately walked over with his gun.

Cigarettes are definitely a luxury for them, and smoking a cigarette in such sleepy and exhausting situations is simply a fairy.

Ge Zhen waved his hand, and when the other party came to the front, he took advantage of the moment when he lowered his head, and the saber he held in forehand pierced directly into his throat.

"puff!"

The sentry widened his eyes and reached out to grab the gun, but he fell to the ground with just a few waves behind him.

Ge Zhen pulled out the saber, snatched the cigarette and took off the hat on the other party's head, covered it with a large figure, and walked towards the resting groups of militants in groups of three or five.

These militants slept very heavily. Occasionally, a few of them were awakened and just opened their eyes to see that they were their own people and continued to sleep.

Ge Zhen came to a gathering place of militants, his eyes flashed with excitement, he stretched out his left hand to cover his mouth and nose, and stabbed his right sword into his throat.

"laugh!"

The sharp saber penetrated directly, and the blood flowing out was blocked by the hat on the saber, causing the sound of blood to squirt to disappear.

The militants in their sleep had no time to open their eyes and kick their feet and died completely.

Immediately afterwards, Ge Zhen killed one by one, and the blood in his eyes became more and more intense. Hu Hailang was stunned and forgot that he had to kill with him.

After killing one pile after another, the strong smell of blood filled the air, making people unable to help but feel the urge to vomit.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

“…”

After Ge Zhen killed dozens of them one by one, Hu Hailang came in and began to kill with the other party.

The two of them were completely killing chickens and dogs, and they started to be ruthless and were able to solve one in five seconds on average.

"puff!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

“…”

Life is so fragile that often there is no chance to resist and will die unknowingly.

Hundreds of militants died under the swords of two people.

Ge Zhen is the executioner, and Hu Hailang is also the executioner. For the militant leaders, they are the devils who kill people.

Only one living mouth was left - the militant leader.

When the leader was woken up from his sleep, he saw the two faces in front of him and subconsciously pulled out his gun while roaring.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sound echoed in the mountains and forests, but the leader found that none of his people moved, and seemed to be in his sleep.

Almost instantly, he felt a cold feeling rushing from his feet to his head, his scalp numb, and all the goose bumps on his body exploded.

Dead, all died, all his people were dead!

The right hand pulled the gun and stopped because the pistol was no longer there.

"Hahaha... Lao Hu, your killing speed is a bit slow, and you still haven't even killed half of the people in your right hand." Ge Zhen stared at the leader and said to Hu Hailang with a smile.

"Will you kill this or I kill this?" Hu Hailang did not answer directly, and looked at the militant leader.

"It depends on how he cooperates." Ge Zhen stretched out his hand to touch the other person's face, and a bright smile appeared: "The way we two kill people is a bit different. I kill people more happily, and I like to make people die in an instant. He... kills people more slowly, and likes to torture people for a while before killing them. I killed 70% of your people, but he only killed 30%... Do you want to be killed by me, or do you want to be killed by him? Hahaha..."

The voice was like the devil in hell. The militant leader showed despair in his eyes and sweat covered his cheeks.

He knew that he would die today, and the only choice he could make was death full of pain and death without pain.

"Please..."

"Don't ask, this is useless." Ge Zhen scratched his head and smiled: "Of course, I am not unreasonable. If you can answer our questions well, then... don't look at me with hope. I won't let you go, but I will give you three minutes of escape time. As long as you can answer our questions, I will give you this opportunity. As for whether you are dead or alive in three minutes, don't blame me."

The militant leader nodded vigorously, although he did not say that he would not kill him, it might be a chance to give three minutes of escape.

In three minutes, with his familiarity with the mountains and forests, escaping should not be a big problem.

"Okay, okay...you ask, as long as I know, I will tell you everything!" The militant leader nodded vigorously.

He is now on a spring between life and death, and can die or live. In the case of a peer field, anyone will compromise on this and the spring.

The reason is very simple. If you give him the despair of death and give him a hope of life, it will arouse his desire to survive.

Ge Zhen has a very good grasp of this point, and he is very good at utilizing human psychology.

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Chapter completed!