No one can stop the footsteps of the ghost soldiers. Even if more than a dozen strong men join forces, they are so fragile.???                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

However, here, in front of the ghost soldiers, they are like children, allowing the opponent to kill one by one. Because the ghost soldiers are too fast, if theories say, the human body's muscles cannot withstand this level at all. However, the ghost soldiers can do it, and every attack of his will be filled with powerful natural pressure like stormy waves.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!! Kill!!!

This is a close-range kill. If it is long, the ghost soldier will use his dilapidated rifle that can crack at any time to kill life. One shot will never make any mistakes, and even the bullet holes are in the same position on everyone's head.

Not only did he study close combat incredibly thoroughly, he also used shooting impeccable. The integration of man and guns? Perhaps he could only describe it as a combination of martial arts! This is invincible because he is not a human, he is a ghost!

"Bang!"

The ghost soldier's right fist hit the face of an S-level powerful man. When he took his fist away, the S-level powerful man's cheeks showed a bleeding flat surface. After a brief flat surface, he began to show a ferocious deformation. He smashed his facial bones with one punch, causing him to kneel down on the ground and vomit blood and die.

"Bang!"

The ghost soldier swung his hand and shot the head of the powerful man who was sneaking into the left rear, and continued to rush forward without even turning his head.

There were corpses everywhere and blood everywhere. Seven or eight people who were lucky enough to die fled in different directions. They were jealous and kept calling their own people to come for support.

"The Golden Train has a level of strong guardians. He is a ghost and a devil!"

"Everything is dead, all is dead, the living dead! The living dead left by the Nazis in World War II are ghosts!!!"

“…”

Looking at the remnants of the escape, the ghost soldiers stood there, holding the rifle in their hands, turning mechanically to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"Bang!"

"puff!"

“…”

After several shots, only the last one left was left. The last one had already taken out a thousand meters away and escaped from the range of the old rifle in the hands of the ghost soldier. He turned his head and looked at the dazzling blood light on the hillside behind him in horror. He suddenly stopped and turned around as if he was crazy, and screamed wildly.

"I have escaped from the range! I have escaped from the range! Ghost, if you have the ability, you can kill me!!! You are using the Mauser rifle, and I am the master of firearms! Hahahaha... Even if you are a ghost, can you kill me at a distance of 1,200 meters? Hahaha..."

This elite from this country was stimulated and laughed wildly, but he was absolutely right. The ghost soldiers used the mi898 Mauser rifle commonly equipped by German soldiers during World War II. This rifle is very backward now and has poor accuracy. Although the warhead can float a distance of one thousand meters, it really floated away.

The ghost soldier holding a rifle had no expression on his face, mechanically lifted the barrel and pulled the trigger very naturally.

"Bang!"

The warhead came out of the chamber, breaking through the air and showing a beautiful trajectory.

"puff!"

A thousand and two hundred meters away, the elite who were stimulated to the point of being crazy was stunned. A clear bullet hole appeared on his head, and blood donated flowed down the bullet hole. However, the bullet no longer had the strength to penetrate the back of his head and stayed in his head forever.

The elites were still laughing, and the glory of life was almost flowing, and a complete breath of convincing breath came out from the pupils of the pupils... One thousand two hundred meters, the mi898 Mauser rifle was accurately sniped, which belongs to the field of myth!

On the top of the mountain, Han Hu's body was trembling. Now he didn't think about gold at all. He just wanted to escape, just wanted to escape as far as possible. Mauser rifle snipers 1,200 meters... It's impossible for you to take out the best sniper in the world today! It's accurate sniper in one thousand and two hundred meters, and you can smash the head with a wave of your hand! What more gold is needed? Can you take the gold from the hands of the ghost soldiers???

"It's over...it's over! It's over! It's all over. It's our turn!" Han Hu made a desperate voice.

In just a dozen minutes, this ghost soldier slaughtered everyone, including nearly twenty S-level strong men. This guy is really not a human, really not a human...

"Let's go." Long Xiaoqi pointed behind him and said to Han Hu, "Don't turn around, charge and leave immediately. This is an order. If you don't obey it, you will no longer be a member of the Battle Banner Company. I have a manual left by your grandfather, which is full of charge skills. If you are determined, work hard and re-establish the Battle Banner Company in your lifetime. Xiaohuzi, now is not the time to act voluntarily, execute the order."

"Brother-in-law..." Han Hu was almost crying.

This tm is just killing him. How can he fight? No matter how hard he fights, he can't win. Unless a missile is bombarded by now, he can kill this perverted ghost soldier. With his personal ability? Stop dreaming. No level strongman in the world can kill this pervert alone!

"Tell your sister, find a reliable man." Long Xiaoqi patted Han Hu on the shoulder and said, "Tell your sister that if I can meet her in the next life, I will definitely live up to her kindness. I will put her on the street. Go and execute the order!"

Long Xiaoqi's voice was very low, and he was talking about a will. He instructed Han Hu to rebuild the Battle Banner Company, which he told himself that he had to do on the day the Battle Banner Company was lifted. Unfortunately, he had no time and had to leave it to Han Hu.

Han Hu wiped his wet eyes heavily, bit his lips tightly with his teeth, slowly crawled backwards, slowly crawled backwards...

Suddenly, Han Hu, who was crawling backward, stood up and roared like a tiger: "The battle flag will not fall! The charge will not stop!! The battle flag company, execute the order!!!"

"boom!"

Han Hu moved, but he did not escape. He rushed down the mountain and charged fearlessly towards the ghost soldiers. His eyes were filled with grievances, and tears were blown away by the wind. Even if they were full of wildness, even if they were murderous, they could not hide the deep grievances.

If Long Xiaoqi doesn't leave, he won't leave, even if he faces the ghost soldiers.

Han Hu felt wronged because Long Xiaoqi refused to leave, so he could only accompany the other party, and then was killed by the ghost soldiers. He was still young and didn't want to die, but he had to die, so he had to stay here to accompany Long Xiaoqi.

Loyalty? No, this is a brother! There is only one China in the world, there is only one Battle Flag Company in the whole country, and there is only two people, he and Long Xiaoqi...
Chapter completed!