God obsession system

The roar of the sixteen Chinese soldiers attracted the attention of a group of fugitives closest to them.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, some laughed at their overthinking, some sighed and continued to flee to the rear, while some turned back and joined the team silently.

Although the people who joined later were not retired or active soldiers, according to their words, they were also "pure mountain city men."

A group of Diaoyu city patrols who came to support witnessed the whole process.

The leading soldier ordered his subordinates to hand over the spare daggers to these people.

Before leaving, the team leader patted the old platoon leader Ran Yingcai on the shoulder.

"Good man, I can only help you here."

Then he led people into battle non-stop.

The three of Ye Feng handed the pistols to the old platoon leader.

"Platoon Leader Ran, I fired a blank ammunition just now, and now there are five live ammunition in each gun, and I will hand them over to you."

The platoon leader took the guns, one of which was given to Lu Dehai who was leaning on crutches, and the other two were given to the two men with the best shooting scores.

He was holding a short knife and standing in front of everyone.

At the gate of the camp, the battle continued, and the transcendent who was not held back by Meng Deman quickly slaughtered the gatekeepers.

As the number of soldiers decreased, the killing speed of the Mongolian officers became faster and faster. After three consecutive superhumans of the Song Army commanding resistance were killed in succession, part of the Song Army finally collapsed.

More and more soldiers dropped their weapons and fled to the rear.

It is indeed a bit reluctant for yellow-level transcendents and ordinary people to fight against Xuan-level.

However, beheading nearly a hundred people in a row also greatly consumed the strength and stamina of that Mongolian extraordinary man.

Breathing is a little bit quickened.

"rush!"

Seeing that the situation was showing signs of collapse, Platoon Leader Ran couldn't wait any longer. With a loud shout, he rushed forward with a team of nearly 30 people who joined later.

"Brothers, support is here again, hold on!"

The old platoon leader shouted.

Hearing that there was support, the soldiers who were still insisting showed joy on their faces. They took the time to turn their heads to look, but only saw about thirty civilians who didn't even have armor and held short knives.

The soldiers' originally excited mood fell to the bottom all of a sudden.

No matter what others think, the team of only twenty or so people charged towards the Mongolian officer in front without hesitation.

The cruel sight of stumps and blood along the way made some citizens who joined with bloody courage start to get scared and stopped at the same place and hesitated.

Platoon Leader Ran didn't blame them, after all, everyone would be afraid of the imminent death.

It's just that some people choose to face it, while others choose to back down.

Seeing someone rushing up again, the extraordinary man of the Mongolian army showed a smirk, and raised his saber, just about to kill a few people.

Only three gunshots of "bang bang bang" were heard.

The three armed men fired at the same time.

The bullet went straight to his eyes at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, which made him turn pale with shock.

He suddenly lowered his head to avoid two shots, mobilized his whole body strength, and raised his knife to defend.

"Ding" sound.

The expected powerful attack did not come, the warhead hit the Zhansa, was squeezed into a flat metal block, and fell to the ground.

Realizing that he had been deceived, the Mongolian officer roared angrily. Just as he was about to wave his arms, he found that his thigh was tightly hugged by a person.

More than a dozen soldiers flew up at the same time, divided into four teams, and tightly hugged the officer's thick limbs.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up."

Platoon Leader Ran, who was the first to hug his thigh, shouted behind him.

Among the patrolling soldiers of the Song Army, the only three remaining Huang Ji immediately jumped up when they heard the words, concentrated all the extraordinary power in their bodies on their weapons, and stabbed the officer's vital parts fiercely.

Song Jun's weapon was getting closer and closer to the officer, and under everyone's expectant eyes, it finally hit the extraordinary shield around his body.

There was another "ding".

The thickness of the thin Transcendent Shield is not as thick as a piece of paper, but it is like a moat to others.

It is completely invulnerable.

The Mongolian officer's eyes were full of mockery, and extraordinary power burst out from his body, directly knocking everyone out.

The gigantic saber-like light swirled around the body, and the next moment, everyone flying in the air was cut off in half.

"The platoon leader!"

The retired soldier Lu Dehai's eyes were red.

He was the only one of these people who survived due to the missing leg and the relatively backward position.

The young man raised the Type 92 pistol with his trembling right hand, and frantically pulled the trigger at the Mongolian officer who was walking towards him.

Four shots in a row completely emptied the barrel, and the bullets hit the officer's protection, but failed to cause any damage.

Lu Dehai squeezed the trigger with a bit of a breakdown, but found that it was no longer effective, he threw the pistol to the ground, and limped towards the officer.

Because things happened so fast, the four of Li Shengzhi didn't react at all, and they had reached this point.

Staring blankly at the scene in front of him, Ye Feng couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the remaining wooden stakes on the ground to build the camp, and rushed out.

Li Shengzhi and the remaining two police officers also picked up stakes and followed closely behind.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng shouted while running.

Lu Dehai in front didn't seem to hear it at all, he staggered to the front of the Mongolian officer, and punched with all his strength.

The fist hit the extraordinary power shield, and there was a crisp bone breaking sound.

Severe pain hit the brain, and the retired non-commissioned officer had a grim expression on his face. He endured the pain without saying a word, and raised his arm with a fractured metacarpal bone again.

He lowered his head and glanced at the young man's missing left leg. Even the battle-tested Mongolian soldier showed admiration in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to push it aside. It was rare that he didn't kill him.

Just as he was about to continue walking, he was suddenly blocked by a crutch from the side.

"Ho, bah."

A mouthful of thick white phlegm stained the shield.

"Go to hell with your fairy, I'll kill your father!

The 75th Army has never been a coward! "

Lu Dehai's eyes were fierce, and his eyes were full of provocation.

The officer finally became furious, raised his fist the size of a sandbag and punched Lu Dehai directly in the head.

The headless corpse quickly flew backwards, but still stood upright, with the crutch in his hand always pointing forward, and did not give in even at the last moment of his life.

So far, the last soldier of the 75st Infantry Brigade of the 1th Group Army, the 1st Company, 1st Platoon, and 2nd Squad who participated in the Battle of Jiangcheng died in the secret realm of Diaoyu City.

"Bastard, I killed you!"

Ye Feng's eyes were red, and he smashed the wooden stake on the shield with all his strength, and was immediately jumped out by the huge shock force.

The tiger's mouth on the right hand burst, and it was full of blood.

The Mongolian officer turned his head, looked at Ye Feng coldly, raised his long knife, and swung it down at will.

The sharp blade quickly zoomed in before his eyes.