"Get back!"

Long Xiaoqi roared and made an extremely violent flash rush on the spot. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Han Hu's shoulder hard, and used the power of flash rush to crush him to the ground.

Han Hu resisted, and the two of them immediately hugged each other and rolled downwards.

"Chong Xiaoqi, give me a bastard!" Han Hu roared: "You can't just play with your life, I can also play!"

"Who made you die? This is my own business, and it has something to do with you!"

"There are only two of us in the Battle Banner Company. If you want to fight your life, go side by side!"

"At least one person must be left behind by the Battle Flag Company!"

“…”

The two of them were about to roll down the mountain, roaring and roaring at each other's collars. One wanted to play with his life, and the other did not let the other go with his life. Everyone was right and no one could convince anyone.

"Bang!"

The two people rolled into a rock and were stopped.

"Grass!" Han Hu cursed, waved his fist and smashed it into Long Xiaoqi's face.

"Bang!"

After being hit by a punch, Long Xiaoqi shook his head fiercely to the side. His reaction was extremely fast. While he was hit by a punch, his left hand pinched Han Hu's neck like lightning, and used his thumb and other four fingers to pinch the other's neck and carotid artery, cutting off the blood supply to the brain, and also cutting off the supply of oxygen that maintains the brain's awakeness.

Han Hu stared at his eyes, his teeth were biting tightly, and the veins on his neck burst out, and he was fighting in this way. Unfortunately, he couldn't fight for a long time. This restraint made him lose the ability to move in an instant, and he could only watch Long Xiaoqi pinched him to death little by little.

The grievances were full of grievances in his eyes, and even Han Hu's tears flowed down. He begged Long Xiaoqi with his tears, begging the other party to let him play with his life. Unfortunately, Long Xiaoqi was cold and rational at this time. He would never allow Han Hu to play with him. This is a kind of protection. The Zhanqi Company cannot die here, and the Zhanqi Company must leave one person behind. This is also the reason why he absorbed Han Hu into the Zhanqi Company!

Want to become the King of individual soldiers? Haha... How many people can only produce a King of individual soldiers after they die? Who can guarantee that they will become the King of individual soldiers?! Some people have hope. As long as a King of individual soldiers can appear in the Battle Banner Company, then this army will inevitably be reorganized. Death is the postgraduate entrance examination, and the King of individual soldiers will always be on the bloody road of death and will never turn back!

"Remember, the flag guards are always lonely, and the flag guards are always cold-blooded." Seeing Han Hu losing strength bit by bit, Long Xiaoqi gritted his teeth and said to him: "There will never be cooperation among the flag guards, because every flag guards are independent thorns. As long as the battle flag does not fall, it will charge continuously. No matter how many brothers die around him, it has nothing to do with the flag guards. Maybe I can't be the peak of the flag guards, maybe you can. If you can't reorganize the battle flag company, then leave it to others to reorganize!"

With a fierce force on his hand, Long Xiaoqi pinched Han Hu ruthlessly. He saw the grievance in Han Hu's eyes and the other party's plea, but his cold-blooded rejection. This is ruthless, but the greatest affection! The truth will always be with him, Long Xiaoqi, and he will always be the one who stands at the highest moral peak!

"call……"

He let out a heavy breath, Long Xiaoqi stood up and began to walk halfway up the mountain, towards the ghost soldier standing there. His eyes were bloody and red, and he was going to have a crazy life with the ghost soldier!

"Where is Zhao Ying??" Long Xiaoqi roared at the ghost soldiers.

Unfortunately, the ghost soldier seemed to be unable to hear anything, standing there quietly like a wooden stake, looking at Long Xiaoqi expressionlessly. His military coat during World War II was blown by the wind to the corner of his clothes, and the Mauser rifle he was carrying showed clear cracks. He was the God of Killing just now, but now it is a static sculpture. But Long Xiaoqi definitely believes in the horror of this sculpture. Once the other party moves, the god of death will come.

However, he is not afraid, he is really not afraid at all! He knows that ghost soldiers are also humans, and as long as they are humans, they will die. The gap between people is very big, and the gap between people is very small. As long as you have a heart to die together, whoever you want to die will die. The only price is to send your life to you, as if you have a deal with the devil!

"Where is Zhao Ying!!!" Long Xiaoqi roared again.

It is extremely vicious, full of viciousness, full of irritability and restlessness like a tsunami, and it is like a dragon burning with flames. Even if you are ice, even if you are a sculpture, you can still be burned into pieces by this flame.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and there is only seventy meters left between the two. This means that Long Xiaoqi is only seventy meters away from the God of Death. He knows that he is not an opponent of the ghost soldier, and he knows that he is on a dead end.

"Where is Zhao Ying!!!" Long Xiaoqi's cheeks became ferocious, and he roared and asked again.

The ghost soldier was still motionless, as cold as rocks on the ground. He couldn't understand, or he had no normal thinking at all, and he had nothing but killing. For this kind of war machine, Zhao Ying... might be dead... no, to be precise, no one can survive this war machine with inhuman thinking!

After asking three times, Long Xiaoqi stopped asking and started to laugh. He knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he was completely desperate, so he laughed.

Run! Charge!

The body stretches like a bowstring, and the flash starts!!!

One flash, two flash, three flash, four flash... At a distance of seventy meters, Long Xiaoqi began to accumulate flash, one after another, one after another, constantly accumulating strength and burning his life. He clearly felt that his body began to expand, and even his blood vessels were in pain of explosion. The strength increased linearly, and severe pain came from his chest and abdomen.

He could not bear the accumulation of strength again and again, but the feeling of explosion made him extremely excited.

After seven flashes, he was only the last ten meters away from the ghost soldier. At this time, blood flowed out of his mouth, one after another. It had reached its limit and had to be released, and it had to be released!

The inside of the body seemed to be raging by a tsunami, and it had been in chaos. The power was rushing, roaring, and tearing.

"drink!!!"

The roar sounded, and Long Xiaoqi's body showed the eighth bowstring stretch at an extremely slow level, and it was as difficult as an old cow pulling a cart. However, the accumulated power became even more fierce and had reached its peak. If it could not be released, he would be killed by himself and in an instant!

"call!"

The eighth flash rush was completed, and Long Xiaoqi rushed towards the ghost soldiers with a thousand pounds of force, without any fancy, and swung his right fist with pure power.
Chapter completed!