The weasel chuckled and said, "Just what I wanted."
He jumped out of the pavilion, jumped six or seven meters, and reached Fei Junding in just two steps.
The weasel's body was like a fired cannonball. As it rolled and stretched, its two arms and two legs kicked towards Fei Junding at the same time.
Fei Junding swung his knife to chop, and there was a ping and a metal collision sound, and Fei Junding's knife was bounced away.
The weasel's body was also bounced a certain distance, but still did not fall. He spun around like a top tied to Fei Jun's fixed-length knife and kicked it again.
Fei Junding shouted and slashed again, hitting the opponent's calf, but this time the weasel kicked the blade in a strange way, and Fei Junding's long knife was kicked away again.
Fei Junding did not continue to swing the knife this time. Instead, he turned half of his body in the direction where his long knife was kicked away, and then aimed at the weasel with his shoulder and hit it hard.
puff--
The two bodies collided with each other. Fei Junding didn't even take a step back, while the weasel was knocked away and landed on the ground five steps away.
However, Fei Junding was not half happy. His shoulder was in pain and the clothes on his shoulders were obviously damaged. The weasel seemed to have a very powerful weapon in his hand and was not afraid of his knife at all.
The weasel finally landed. He was a very short man, only a little over one and a half meters tall. He had transformed into a beast quite seriously, with white hair all over his face. It was strange that he still had reason.
He laughed loudly and jumped up again, still attacking Fei Junding with his whole body in the air, and Fei Junding continued to slash with his knife.
These two people can be said to be two extremes in height, because Fei Junding is very tall and strong, 1.8 meters tall and weighs 85 kilograms.
Judging from the height, the weasel's fighting style is classic. It uses all the strength of the whole body to attack the enemy. This is undoubtedly the most targeted attack.
Meng Qingxiao hid in the distance and watched with a telescope, and it was also a refreshing sight. He and Fei Junding were both good at strength, but they were very different in their fighting styles.
Fei Junding's moves were wide open and combined, both offensive and defensive, while Meng Qingxiao's moves were rampant, attacking more than defending, and even barely defending at all.
This is the most helpless thing about Meng Qingxiao. In their team, everyone has better moves and skills than him, and everyone plays better than him.
Although in daily training competitions, Meng Qingxiao is still the strongest in this team, but he really only wins because he can withstand beatings better than everyone else.
Let's say that Fei Junding fought with the weasel for hundreds of moves, but there was still no winner. At this time, the weasel lost his composure. He laughed and jumped out of the fighting circle, shouting: "I haven't had breakfast yet, so I won't play with you." Now, those boys are so hungry that they can’t wait any longer.”
After the weasel finished speaking, he immediately yelled. His voice was sharp and high-pitched, as if there were countless weasels roaring together. With his shouts, the ground could actually shake, as if there were thousands of troops pounding the ground.
Just as Fei Junding shouted the word "be careful", many grass circles suddenly flew up on the ground. This was obviously the weeds on the ground and the land being thrown into the sky. Then there were many holes on the ground that could accommodate a person squatting down. From the holes A large number of strange-looking mutants jumped out, roaring with inexplicable meaning from their mouths, and swarmed towards the second group of soldiers like marching ants.
boom--
Someone took the lead and fired the first shot. Originally, their pump-action shotgun was the best weapon for killing enemies on a large scale. However, in order to protect cultural relics, they chose single-head bullets, which could only kill one enemy at a time.
The enemy came too suddenly, too fiercely, too fast, and too turbulently. Although the soldiers of the second team responded promptly, they were outnumbered and they were immediately submerged in the sea of people.
"Hurry up and provide support!" Meng Qingxiao shouted at the top of his lungs. He threw the telescope in his hand to the ground and was the first to run forward.
Meng Qingxiao's heart continued to sink. He clearly possessed many high-tech equipment that mutants did not possess, but he was unexpectedly ambushed by mutants.
Before he came here, he heard someone say that there are hundreds of mutants on this mountain, hundreds! Why didn't this sentence attract my attention?
Except for the sneak attack by a group of mutants when they first landed, there were only eight mutants in Qiwang Tower, and only one in Zhou Shang Pavilion. Obviously this was not normal. If there were so few mutants in these two landmark buildings, then what? Where are the hundreds of mutants hiding?
If an accident happened to the second group, Meng Qingxiao would never be able to forgive himself. Now he only hated himself for running too slowly.
The melee was about to break out. The eleven second team soldiers worked hard to form a circle back to back. They did not dare to separate, otherwise everyone would have to face several mutants. Even so, they soon suffered casualties because These mutants are so crazy, they are not afraid of death, no matter the cost.
Meng Qingxiao and the ninth group of soldiers finally arrived within two minutes. The survivors of the second group all breathed a sigh of relief, because in less than two minutes, they lost four comrades.
Meng Qingxiao did not rescue the soldiers of the second group, but rushed straight to Fei Junding, because Fei Junding was already surrounded by more than a dozen mutants at this moment.
He didn't even care about killing people at the moment. He grabbed everyone who stood in front of him one by one, and threw them behind him. After throwing away five or six mutants, he finally met Fei Junding.
At this moment, Fei Junding was in extremely miserable condition. His clothes had been torn into strips and were hanging down on his body piece by piece. There were wounds everywhere on his exposed skin.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Meng Qingxiao ignored the mutants attacking him and asked loudly, holding Fei Junding's shoulders.
A mutant was about to attack Meng Qingxiao. Fei Junding slashed at it and cut off its right arm. Then he said, "I'm fine, just some skin injuries."
"It's okay, just follow me. We'll rush over to join them." Meng Qingxiao felt relieved, and then he was in the mood to fight. He pulled out his sword and swung it to the left, killing the mutant closest to him. The person split in half, and then immediately looked for the next target without pausing.
At the beginning, he still wanted to change his fighting style, at least to be both offensive and defensive, but at this critical moment, he could not care about this, and immediately threw this idea out of the sky, what is defense or not? Let’s kill all the mutants in front of us first.
Meng Qingxiao easily became the main force of the joint team. Wherever he passed, broken limbs and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. Even those who were brave and unafraid of death would not dare to confront him head-on. Seeking good luck and avoiding disaster was all that mattered. The nature of living things, even mutants who have lost their humanity are no exception.
He kills people more efficiently than anyone else because he completely ignores anyone's attacks on him. These mutants are all unarmed, which ensures his safety to the greatest extent.
However, only Meng Qingxiao felt relaxed. His comrades did not have as strong a defense as he did. They could not withstand the claws and sharp teeth of the mutants, and would basically be injured if they got stuck.
The ninth group also suffered casualties soon. Although their fighting time was not long, the intensity was terrifying. The moment the two parties first came into contact, Zhou Shangting had turned into a huge meat grinder.
It was not until five minutes later that soldiers from other groups rushed forward one after another that the balance of the war finally tilted towards the joint team.
At this time, rivers of blood were already flowing under their feet, and the caves where the mutants were originally hidden were now filled with flesh and blood, and this was not done intentionally.
Meng Qingxiao performed his duties as the captain very well. He has now become the fire-fighting captain. He rushes wherever there is danger. He tries his best to protect every team member. Many people survived because of him.
These mutants are not persimmons that can be manipulated by others. Their combat effectiveness is only slightly weaker than that of the soldiers of the United Team. However, with an absolute advantage in numbers, no matter how strong the soldiers of the United Team are, they are still difficult to defeat with both fists. Four hands.
Ten minutes, just ten minutes, the battle was coming to an end. They had killed more than 200 mutants, and many soldiers were so tired that they almost had hand cramps.
Groups 2 and 9 have withstood the test, and those of them who have survived will definitely grow greatly.
There were very few mutants still surviving at the scene, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when they relaxed a little, the weasel that had disappeared since the beginning of the melee suddenly appeared under the Zhou Shang Pavilion. He looked at Meng Qingxiao with a half-smile. Originally, he thought that the strongest among them was Fei Junding. , only now did he know that it was not the case, so his eyes naturally looked at the strongest one.
Meng Qingxiao felt something in his heart and looked at the weasel. When their eyes met, the weasel gave Meng Qingxiao a thumbs up. He said something, but because of the distance and the noise of the battle, Meng Qingxiao Qingxiao didn't hear it.
When the weasel finished speaking, he suddenly took off his pants and pointed his hairy butt at Meng Qingxiao.
Meng Qingxiao was stunned, his first thought was that this guy was disgusting, but in just a moment, he thought of something, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, put on your gas masks!"
Following his call, the fighting on the scene suddenly slowed down, and then someone shouted: "I don't have it."
"Damn it, the gas masks are still at Qiwang Tower, we didn't bring them up."
Before the two men finished speaking, a dozen warriors closer to the pavilion had already fallen down quietly, without any struggle at all.
Meng Qingxiao's heart skipped a beat. No matter how fast the weasel's fart spread, it couldn't have traveled that far in just a few seconds. I'm afraid the other party didn't take off his pants just to fart. He had farted long ago.
Meng Qingxiao's guess was correct. What the weasel said to him just now was: "Are you ready to enjoy the feast?" He saw that Meng Qingxiao didn't hear it, so he deliberately took off his pants to remind Meng Qingxiao.
Just as Meng Qingxiao was about to remind everyone again, another group leader had already spoken first: "Hurry down the mountain and return to Qiwang Tower."
Meng Qingxiao looked around and saw that the person speaking was Yu Rucheng. This young man usually spoke very little, but he was very reliable at critical moments.
Only Group 2 and Group 9 were wearing gas masks at the scene. Meng Qingxiao also brought one because he followed them. He originally wanted to let him go, but after a second thought, he gave up the plan. At this time, he was The strongest combat power, he cannot be left out in battle.
Soon, the poison gas reached Meng Qingxiao. He only smelled a trace, and he felt dizzy and almost unsteady. He was so frightened that he hurriedly put on a gas mask.
