The sun sets in the west and the temperature rises further.
The pores on Wu Nian's body secreted a lot of sweat, soaking his clothes. He lay down behind the rock, raised his head slightly, and stared straight ahead, looking at Zhang Ningding and more than 80 people who were rushing towards him.
"superior!"
Wu Nian exerted his strength with both feet and suddenly shot out from the right side of the rock. The steel sword in his hand was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and the bright light of the sword was extremely gorgeous.
"Pfft!" Wu Nian chopped off the head of a spearman with one strike. The headless corpse did not fall down immediately, but blood spurted out from its neck like a fountain.
The smelly, sticky blood splashed all over Wu Nian and affected the vision of his left eye. Wu Nian did not blink, letting the blood cover his left eye and dye the world red.
Eight people versus eighty people, it was a fierce battle.
If he couldn't win, that would be the end of his Wu years.
In adversity, the weak die.
The strong man uses the steel knife in his hand to kill a bright world.
At this moment, Wu Nian seemed like a machine, a machine that only knew how to kill. His heart was beating fast, providing a lot of energy to his muscles.
The constant secretion of adrenaline pushed his war potential to an extremely high level.
His body was very excited, but his mind was unusually calm.
Wu Nian stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, revealing a mouth of red teeth.
Mercenary Wu Nian.
In this moment he is complete.
A mercenary who walked on the edge of death with a gun in hand and finally lost his life.
Killing is his instinct, ruthlessness is his nature.
War is his life.
Winning is his purpose.
After killing one person, there was a gap in the steel knife in Wu Nian's hand. It wasn't a good knife, but it didn't break because of it.
Wu Nian moved his feet, and a sharp spear passed through his left shoulder. If he hadn't dodged a moment, the spear would have pierced him in pairs.
Wu Nian looked up and saw a young man holding a spear. The young man's eyes were filled with joy and astonishment.
He thought he had stabbed and killed Wu Nian.
He thought he would be able to achieve this feat and be rewarded.
But what greeted him was death.
Wu Nian held the handle of the steel knife with both hands. The blood was sucked away by the cloth on the handle. His hand holding the knife was steady. With a turn of his wrist, the missing blade of the blade gently caressed the spearman's neck like a lover's hands.
"Pfft."
Blood spurted out, and the young spearman felt his life force draining rapidly, and then he swayed and fell to the ground.
Wu Nian didn't look at him twice. If he is destined to walk a road filled with bones in this life, then this spearman is just an insignificant skeleton at his feet.
Wu Nian, who killed two people in a row, did not feel any fluctuation in his heart. No sadness, no joy. Focus makes him stronger. Being ruthless makes him full of war potential.
At this time, he seemed to have a 360-degree vision.
No. It's the feeling.
The sound of wind, the smell of blood, and the roar of killing.
Wu Nian looked forward, but his left ear clearly heard a killing sound. He moved his feet again, and then kicked to the right in an awkward and weird posture.
Wu Nian's kick hit a soldier wearing armor in the lower body.
This soldier wears almost full armor, which can prevent most cuts and stab wounds, but its defense against blunt objects is insufficient.
Wu Nian's powerful and heavy kick shattered both of his balls.
"Ah!!!!" The armored soldier loosened his hands, and the well-made steel knife fell to the ground. He instinctively opened his mouth as wide as possible and let out a horrific roar of pain.
Wu Nian's eyes were as bright as stars. At the critical moment, he threw away the inferior steel knife in his hand, reached out and took the opponent's well-made steel knife, and scratched the tip of the knife.
The sharp tip of the knife easily cut open the opponent's neck. The soldier's screams stopped abruptly, and after shaking his body, he fell forward and fell to the ground.
Wu Nian's knees weakened and he fell forward, rolling like an ugly donkey, and dodged a spear thrust from above.
With a "ding" sound, the sharp spear was nailed to the ground. While Wu Nian was rolling on the donkey, the steel knife in his hand shone and cut through the spearman's legs.
With a "click", the huge force and the well-made steel knife directly cut off the opponent's thigh bone.
"Ah." The spearman screamed, and his left calf separated from his body. He became unsteady and fell to the ground.
Wu Nian stood up, raised his right leg, and then dropped it heavily. He stepped on the spearman's back, causing the spearman to fall into a baby-like sleep.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian had killed four people in a row. The enemy's blood dyed his whole body blood red.
Zhang Jin, Tieniu and others also killed ten people. However, two of Wu Nian's subordinates were killed. One man was stabbed in the stomach with a spear and then hacked to death.
One person was directly stabbed to death with a spear.
There are still more than seventy enemies, and Wu Nian still has six.
"Don't stop. If we continue to use up our forces, we will be completely annihilated. Kill, only kill, to carve out a bloody path."
"Let them feel the fear of death and crush their hearts in one fell swoop."
Wu Nian let out a low roar, and instead of retreating, he strode forward and charged towards the seventy people with one person's strength.
Four of them were warriors and cavalry wearing armor, and more than ten were capable soldiers wearing light armor.
Although there are thousands of people, I will go.
The so-called war competes not only in physical fitness, combat ability, but also morale.
If an army can still fight with 30% casualties, it is already good.
An army with 50% casualties and still able to fight is considered elite.
Therefore, ancient military strategists believed that if they dared to kill ten thousand people, they could dominate the world.
So how many casualties can Ban Bian Zhang's army of one hundred men endure?
Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, and Tieniu are all good fighters, but they cannot kill them all without armor. The only way is to defeat them and then destroy them.
Treat death as if it were home, and then put it to death and live again.
This is the brave man.
Wu Nian's blood-stained eyes reflected dozens of bright spears and steel knives, and he also saw dozens of shocked faces.
The heart is like a tiger, and the angry eyes are like a diamond.
Even though he is only one person, he cannot kill a hundred people, a thousand people, or ten thousand people. But it is an evil ghost that can become a nightmare in the hearts of these soldiers.
"Come on. Come to hell with me." Wu Nian saw their fear and grinned, showing a ferocious smile.
now.
He is the god of death.
