"Brother, your skills are really amazing, you are not like ordinary people."
In the supermarket, Wang Lin suddenly walked up to Zhao Yan and said.
"Have practiced Chinese martial arts."
Zhao Yan's words are concise and concise.
"Guoshu? What is Guoshu?"
Wang Lin was startled. He had never heard of national martial arts.
Zhao Yan smiled and said lightly:
"I stand and they lie down. This is Chinese martial arts."
When he said this, he exuded a very oppressive aura. This was an aura developed after he personally killed three enemies in a head-on confrontation!
Zhao Yan's grandfather once told him that there are three types of momentum.
The first is brought about by material things, that is, rich people, high-ranking officials and other people with higher social status, who have mastered material things such as money, status, fame and fortune, will gradually develop a momentum that makes people see Will be afraid of three points.
The second type is brought about by one's own abilities, such as athletes and scientists who have achieved high achievements in certain fields. They will also have an aura about them, which makes people think that this person is very powerful.
The third type is brought about by doing some extraordinary things. The most common ones are those desperadoes. They have blood on their hands and have killed people, so when they fight for their lives, they will naturally emit It gives off a chilling momentum.
And the aura of a truly powerful boxer is a combination of the above three!
They have achieved a high status by virtue of their powerful skills, have great fame and strong self-confidence. In addition, they have personally killed many powerful enemies and crossed life and death again and again.
Therefore, their aura is a combination of the three, which is very powerful!
"A truly powerful boxer doesn't need to take action at all. Just one look at you and you won't be able to stand it anymore."
Zhao Yan's grandfather once said this to him.
Of course, Zhao Yan is still far from reaching that level, but he used his boxing skills to personally kill three enemies with firearms and experienced a real life-and-death test, and he finally developed some momentum!
Wang Lin was shocked by his words and gave him a thumbs up:
"Brother, awesome!"
After Wang Lin walked away, Yanyu Yuehan took the initiative to walk up and asked softly:
"Did you use Bajiquan just now?"
"Um?"
Zhao Yan looked at her with some surprise, "You also know boxing?"
Yanyu Yuehan shook her head: "I have never practiced Chinese martial arts, but I have seen others use Bajiquan."
"Well, it's Bajiquan."
Zhao Yan nodded and admitted.
After getting the answer, Yanyu Yuehan didn't ask any more questions, but looked at Zhao Yan with a strange look.
...
When Zhao Yan and others were resting in the supermarket, dozens of red-coated soldiers had already arrived on the street where they had just broken out.
Among a group of red-coated soldiers armed with firearms, a man with dark skin, wearing elastic black heart, holding a dagger in his hand and playing with it stood out.
The man was not tall and his muscles were not particularly developed, but he exuded a cold aura, and the red-coated soldiers around him looked at him with obvious fear.
He stepped forward to the red-coated soldier who died behind the car, and the others took the initiative to make way for him.
The man squatted down, looked at the face that was bloody and bloody, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and showed a cold smile:
"Interesting, he was actually killed by someone in close combat."
Then he stood up and walked to the grocery store on the right.
The glass of the grocery store was shattered on the floor, and there was also a soldier in red lying inside.
The man knelt down to check the man's cause of death and found that he died from a broken sternum.
He then walked across the street to see the body of the last redcoat.
Finally, he carefully looked around at the bullet holes and footprints on the ground and closed his eyes:
"After getting close, he punched the muzzle of the gun down, and then hit a person in the face with an elbow. He continued to step forward, this time hitting the muzzle of the gun upward, and hit the opponent's chest with another blow. Then he dodged the bullets coming from behind. Rush to the other side in two steps and smash the opponent's throat..."
He almost restored the entire process of Zhao Yan's murder in his mind!
After a moment, he opened his eyes, with extremely cold murderous intent in his eyes:
"interesting!"
He turned to look at the red-coated soldiers on the side: "You said these people who escaped are all Asians?"
"right."
"Asian, Chinese boxer?"
The man murmured.
"Did you see clearly who committed the murder?"
"No."
"Continue to send people to search and try to capture the people alive after finding them. The general may be interested in these people."
The man ordered.
"yes!"
The surrounding red-coated troops took orders one after another.
...
Zhao Yan didn't know that his outburst had aroused the interest of some people, so he and the others stayed in the supermarket until dark.
During this period, Wang Lin had been standing guard outside, going to nearby high-rise buildings to investigate the surrounding situation.
"We have to move."
Wang Lin suddenly came back from outside and said to everyone with a solemn expression.
"The Red Army is about to search us!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.
So everyone quickly left the supermarket and, led by Wang Lin, shuttled through the town.
At this time, the sky was almost completely dark, and there were not many lights in the town. There were only bright lights in the distance, which were the defense lines deployed by the Red Army.
Everyone gradually approached the defense line and encountered several waves of patrolling red-coated troops on the way, but luckily they were not discovered because it was too dark.
Under the leadership of Wang Lin, everyone approached the edge of the town without any danger, quietly climbed up to an empty residential building, came to the rooftop of the building, and looked towards the bright spot ahead.
This time they saw clearly the arrangement of the Red Army:
Several tanks and a dozen jeeps with anti-aircraft machine guns were parked on the outskirts of the town.
All the car lights were turned on, illuminating the surrounding area.
Hundreds of red-coated troops opened a long line of defense outside the town.
There were people standing guard both inside and outside, while others gathered there in small groups to chat, drink, and even fight.
These people were obviously not a well-trained team, but the number of hundreds of people and the powerful firepower configuration still made everyone feel desperate.
"You can't get out! It's impossible to get out!"
"It's over, dead!"
"What kind of fucking mission is this? A crappy mission? A crappy mission!!"
"Oh~ I don't want to die——"
"..."
Some people in the team began to collapse one after another.
"Shut the hell up!"
Zhao Yan suddenly roared.
Once the aura he had just developed was released, it actually intimidated these teammates with poor psychological quality.
"As long as we rush out, we will complete the mission. We should be able to return immediately by then. As long as we are not dead, our injuries can be cured no matter how serious they are."
Zhao Yan told everyone his speculation based on the infinite flow novels he had read.
"Find a car and rush out!"
Zhao Yan said with fierce eyes.
Faced with such a situation, he could only think of this solution.
"That's right, we have to find a car first. We definitely won't be able to escape by running. We can only drive out by force!"
Wang Lin confirmed Zhao Yan’s plan.
"Before that, we can think of ways to create some noise elsewhere to see if we can get those people to divide their forces."
Faced with this situation, he could only make this plan.
First think of a way to make the opponent divide their troops, and then drive to forcefully hit the level.
If you rush out, you will live, if you can't rush out, you will die!
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