The piercing buzzer siren continued to ring throughout the campus. Students wearing blue and black G3 combat uniforms holding MP5s ran across the spacious lawn vigorously and quickly in an orderly formation. A bit like real CS.
"This is the Falcon report. Point A2 has been captured. Repeat, point A2 has been captured." A heavily armed young man lay on the rooftop of a small building and took out the military green AN/PRC specially designed for US special forces in his arms. -163 individual radio, press the talk button to report in a low voice.
"Received from the command center, hold A2 for three minutes after hearing the first gunshot, and I will bring you victory." The magnetic and dignified young man's voice came from the public channel.
"yes!"
Falcon looked slightly excited after receiving the order, as if what this man said was an order from God.
The next second, a slender figure descended from the sky and hit the young man codenamed "Falcon" on the neck with a palm knife, causing his eyes to darken and he fainted.
The location of the rooftop that the young man chose to squat on was very clever, because there was no direct staircase leading up to it. Ordinary people could only climb up using military flying claws. In this way, the noise caused would definitely alarm him.
But he didn't expect that someone would fly up like a wild goose, approach him lightly and then kill him with one blow.
The visitor leaned over and picked up the pure black MP5 submachine gun that fell on the ground. He skillfully took out the magazine and took a look. He was satisfied when he found that all the contents were large-caliber red Frigga bullets (equivalent to tranquilizer bullets). laughed. It was indeed a military exercise.
He knelt down again, rummaged around the man's body, and found a black Type 92 automatic pistol and a military dagger.
The full name of the Type 92 automatic pistol is the QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol. It is usually used as a special weapon for the Chinese military and police. The design is very suitable for Asian hands. The effective range is 50 meters and the accuracy is high within the range. It was also filled with Frigga bullets.
The boy turned off the safety on the pistol and stuffed it into his waist. He picked up the dagger and MP5 submachine gun and jumped off the ten-meter-high building. The wind whistled in his ears and he landed firmly.
When the word spirit release of Kassel students was still affected by the word spirit and precepts amplified by the vice-principal through the alchemical matrix, the boy's behavior was no less than cheating in a CS game.
A fierce gun battle soon broke out, and the small red-brown buildings were filled with gunshots and red mist. Many burly school workers wearing blue and white navy shirts carried the dismantled large iron gates and walked through the hail of bullets. How could they? What a strong word.
Just as Li Yongyuan was about to give them a thumbs up, he saw one of the school janitors fell to the ground after being shot. The middle-aged man with thick arms was now covering his abdomen soaked in "red blood" with his hands.
"These little brats, the nurses will beat them up." The man passed out while gnashing his teeth, and the school guard next to him quickly dragged him into the dark passage of the small building, risking being hit by a stray bullet.
"Bang!"
There was a violent explosion near this small building. Someone in dark red combat uniforms on the other side took out an RPG rocket launcher and blasted it directly towards here. The Frigga warhead exploded and released powerful anesthetic red smoke. The school staff and students lay down in groups, still cursing uncontrollably.
"Tsk tsk!"
Li Longyuan was leaning leisurely on the nearly eight-meter-high giant oak tree next to the campus building. His slender body was perfectly hidden among the dense green branches and leaves. He couldn't help but smack his lips in wonder at the scene of gunfire not far away.
The foreign academy just had fun and even took out the rocket launcher.
Although I don't know what's going on, I just need to beat them all down.
Li Yongyuan tilted his head and chose the path that seemed the most impossible at the speed of light. He has always been unwilling to hand over the choice to others, so just get rid of them all.
With the decision made, the handsome boy picked up the MP5 submachine gun on the tree, touched the tree trunk with his toes, and quickly jumped into the air.
"Da da da da da da..."
The handsome boy's figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and the pure black MP5 submachine gun in his hand spurted out fierce tongues of flame. The advantage of this gun is that it has a high rate of fire and low recoil.
The thirty-round magazine was finished in an instant. Li Yongyuan could even turn over dexterously in the air and continue shooting after changing the ammunition.
At this moment, the chests of the combatants in each small building, whether wearing dark red combat uniforms or blue-black combat uniforms, were stained with large blood stains.
"Fuck!"
Until the moment they fell to the ground unconscious, they had no idea what the origin of this guy who imitated the classic aerial strafing action in the "Matrix" series of movies was.
"Perfect!"
The boy landed lightly on a rooftop rooftop thirty meters away from the oak tree. He looked at the combatants lying down below with satisfaction. He jumped to the small building in the distance again under the shocked and angry eyes of the remaining people, like a giant roc. And up, it quickly disappeared.
"Hiss... bang... bang!"
There was a metal object flying rapidly in the air, constantly friction with the air and making a sharp roar, followed by a violent explosion.
Not long after the boy left, a rocket exploded from where he had been standing, and red mist filled the air like gunpowder smoke.
On the rooftop in the distance, a person wearing a dark red combat uniform knelt down on one knee, carrying a military green rocket launcher that was still smoking hot on his shoulder, and his golden eyes shone under the transparent mask.
Before he could sigh slightly, the hybrid's keen hearing made him aware of the heartbeat behind him, and then he quickly rolled forward, throwing away the rocket launcher and drawing out the command knife at his side.
The sudden attack that was expected did not appear. The boy in black clothes and black trousers calmly held a long knife and walked slowly from the rooftop not far away. A pair of magnificent golden dragon eyes were hidden under the black hair and bangs.
He always intended to fight openly and honestly.
"Who are you?"
Under the mask, a rough face of a young Middle Eastern man was revealed, with a tawny beard on his cheeks. He asked with some vigilance at this moment.
The visitor was not wearing a combat uniform, so he could not identify the camp, and he was also sure that he had never seen this cold-looking boy before.
Like a third party intervening in the battlefield, the ray of blood appears in the black and white world.
"Chu Zihang."
The ice-faced boy responded coldly.
"Someone from the student union?"
The Middle Eastern man was a little confused. How dare he break into the base camp alone?
"Preppy."
The jade steel sword in Chu Zihang's hand vibrated slightly, splitting the air and making a trembling sound. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"It turns out he's a newcomer who doesn't understand the rules."
The man understood and nodded slowly.
"The current president of the Lionheart Society, Anwar Abed Said Rahman, please give me some advice."
The Middle Eastern man in combat uniform clenched the command knife in his hand. After announcing his full name, he quickly rushed in the direction of Chu Zihang.
Although it was unclear why the personnel deployed nearby had not taken action, the man did not intend to wait any longer. After taking action to deal with this person as soon as possible, it is not too late to deal with other matters.
Soon, two equally tough alchemy knives collided together, making a clanging sound. Their faces were almost touching the bright and sharp blades, reflecting the faint golden light in each other's pupils, and the invisible aura formed during the collision. Waves stirred up around the two of them, sweeping away circles and circles of fine earth-yellow dust on the roof of the rooftop.
Anwar turned his head slightly unnaturally for the first time. The boy's golden eyes were as bright as fireworks blooming, which was really dazzling.
It was this subconscious avoidance that caused the Middle Eastern man's offensive momentum to slacken. Chu Zihang's hands on the sheath handle made of black mackerel skin tightened again. The man's figure gradually became unable to support him and he was cut back a few steps.
"Good job!"
The president of the Lion Heart Club, who originally had a somewhat contemptuous attitude, burst out in praise, his bright golden eyes filled with joy at seeing Xin Xin.
He has been in this school for nearly four years, but there are not many young people who can catch his eye. Caesar Gattuso, who served as the student union president before finishing his freshman year this year, is one of them, and now it seems that the one in front of him is not bad either.
The man moved the joints of his hands and wrists at will. After his body was completely stretched, he strode forward again and swung the knife suddenly, like a lion appearing and letting out a majestic roar.
The flowing dark golden pattern spreads on the pitch black blade. This is the Mohammed pattern created by Persian craftsmen through special smelting technology and folding and forging techniques. It is unique and precious. The material used to cast the long knife is Utz steel, which was only produced in the southern region of ancient India.
After this sharp scimitar spread to Europe, smart craftsmen mixed wrought iron and improved it into a new weapon, and gave it a resounding name, the Damascus knife.
Legend has it that during the Third Crusade, the French monarch Saladin used this kind of knife to perform a "cutting silk in the air" operation in front of the Lion-Hearted King Charles I of England. Since then, the knife has become famous.
Unfortunately, after the 12th century AD, the special forging process of this kind of knife disappeared in the long river of history. The Mongolian cavalry led by Genghis Khan captured a large number of Persian craftsmen, resulting in the loss of local skills. People in the future can still find wootz steel, but they can no longer build such legendary knives.
I didn't expect to see a real Damascus knife here.
In comparison, Chu Zihang's Murasame's materials and forging techniques were inferior. The Japanese steel refined with traditional Japanese methods is unbearable to fight with the three legendary swords in the world many times.
However, the power of a weapon still depends more on the user's performance.
Today's cold-faced brother uses the long knife as a lever to draw an arc in the air. He increases his strength proportionally and then accurately strikes the dark surface of the Damascus sword, causing this brutal downward-cutting weapon to lose its original strength. direction.
The Middle Eastern man just turned sideways slightly, and the long knife fell to the ground with a strong wind. The marble tiles paved on the rooftop of the top floor instantly cracked and gravel flew.
There was no fear or anger in Chu Zihang's golden eyes, he just silently waved Murasame in his hand again, and the air split quickly.
"Dang~"
Anwar raised the Damascus sword that was half a man's height, and held the handle with his right hand. The long sword naturally drooped vertically, and when he was blocking, it made a buzzing sound of gold and iron, and the echo was endless.
Using the broken floor tiles as the central starting point, the two started a violent confrontation like a storm. Each knife pulled out dazzling sparks in the air, just like the fairy wand waving in the hands of a child during the New Year.
It's a pity that the two of them were not in a good mood to set off fireworks. The speed of the knife was getting faster and faster each time, and they cut faster and faster each time.
They simultaneously increased the frequency and rhythm of their sword swings. If anyone was weaker, the opponent's sword would be slashed on their shoulders in the next second.
In just one minute, they had swung their knives hundreds of times, each time with one blow and then back again, until someone was not strong enough to block the knife, or it was too late to block it.
Yin Liang carried the dark sword light and flashed almost rapidly in the spherical space with a diameter of half a meter around the two of them, because any part of the body could become the fatal point of the victory, and the angle and force of each of their swords would never be the same. Just like the previous time, always be prepared for defense and thrusting.
If someone throws a fist-sized potato into the field where they are fighting now, it will be cut into mashed potatoes and fall out in the next second.
Of course, if someone dares to do this, he himself will probably be cut into pieces.
