Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Cao Jianhua was relieved and moved. He knew that once the war broke out, the main task of the militia in the village was to work in the rear, such as stretcher teams or transport teams. They would not be allowed to go to the battlefield. With such cohesive and united villagers, there was no need to worry about not being able to repel the Russians.

Patted his shoulder,

"Old Yao, be sure to stay safe. We'll be on guard nearby. I still say this: now's not the time to completely break off relations with the Russians. Put down their arrogance. We're all..."

He ordered the people around him:

"No one is allowed to fire without my order, but be alert and put all the safety on. Let's go."

Cao Jianhua personally led the team, jumped off the ice and headed towards Zhenbao Island. Everyone followed closely behind him. Yao Jun turned around and shouted to Zhong Yuemin,

"Yuemin, stay on shore and don't follow us!"

Then he followed, and his second uncle and cousin followed. The ice was full of people. Zhong Yuemin didn't care. Since he was already here, there was no point in being a cat. After his uncle and his cousin were far away, he followed the crowd.

"Hey, big brother!"

I guess they were militiamen from a nearby village, walking side by side with him.

"Why are you carrying a bow and arrow? Can this thing defeat the Russians?"

Patted the five or six-style gun hanging on his shoulder,

"I need this to fuck the fucking Russians."

"I don't have a gun, but a bow and arrow works just fine."

This was given to him by his master and he has kept it in the space. After all, if he doesn't have a gun when fighting with the Russians, he can just use a bow and arrow.

Following the others onto the island, the two sides opened up their positions and confronted each other. If they were not wearing military uniforms and holding submachine guns and rifles, it would really look like two gangs of tough guys from Beijing making plans for a group fight. Zhong Yuemin was on the periphery of his side, and he only heard the Russians mumbling a bunch of nonsense. Then each side sent out a representative. This was going to be a duel. Both sides were strong men, and our side had a wrestler.

The militiaman who had just spoken to him whispered beside him:

"This is Hada Bater. He's got a muscular body and is a real wrestler. Militiamen like us can grab one of them with one hand like piglets. Look, the Russians are bound to lose."

After a few rounds of probing, the two sides began to fight hand-to-hand. Each move was fierce, attacking each other's soft spots and using killing moves. Although it was just a "martial arts competition", it was different from ordinary martial arts competitions. It could be understood as signing a life and death agreement. Even if one was killed, the other would not be held responsible. The two fought back and forth, and soon their foreheads were covered with sweat. They gasped for air, and the people on both sides cheered for their own side.

"Hada, kill him!

"Kill this bastard!"

“r te6r вbe6y haxyn”!

The old Russian suddenly rushed over and grabbed Hada's feet, trying to knock him over. Hada's body swayed, and his center of gravity was a little unstable. He immediately bent down, clasped the other's waist with his strong arms, and shouted, "Get up!"

The old man was hanging in the air.

"Hah...ha!"

He swung it over his head and threw it back hard, "Fuck...bang!"

A rough and powerful 180-degree overhead throw, with a dull thud, the whole ground trembled, and bursts of snowflakes were raised. The fallen leaves on the remaining branches fell one after another. Hada gasped for breath and climbed up from the ground. The old Russian was no longer able to fight, and he groaned in his mouth. He was dragged back by the two opponents.

"it is good!"

Our people cheered loudly. Hada returned to his comrades, and everyone patted him on the shoulders, clapped their hands, and gave him a thumbs up.

The second match was also a fierce battle, but in fact, there was no winner, it was a draw. Ivan, whose leg was still intact, stood up and shamelessly said that they had won the second match and the third match would decide the winner. He pointed at Yao Jun and was arrogant, speaking in broken Chinese.

"Yours, come out and tear you apart!"

Why does it sound like the Japanese tone?

Yao Jun rubbed his hands together, "You bastard!"

"Old Yao, be careful!"

"Brother, be careful!"

Everyone hated Ivan with a vengeance, wanting to eat his flesh, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, and grind this bastard into ashes. But they also understood that this guy was not easy to mess with. The two of them had faced each other once before, so they knew each other well. There was no probing, and they went straight to killing moves, using all their strength. Both sides punched each other, "bang bang bang..." Compared with the previous two fights, the fight was directly upgraded to a higher level. The scene was also thrilling and full of danger. Those who were cheering on Cao Jianhua also had their hearts heaving and tightening. They clenched their fists, wishing they could go up and help their comrades to beat the fucking Russians.

"Oh!"

Yao Jun seized a weakness of his opponent and kicked him in the chest. Ivan rolled on the ground for several rounds. Yao Jun seized the opportunity and rushed forward. However, the opponent took advantage of the rolling moment to pull out the dagger hidden in his leather boots and stabbed him back. Yao Jun could not dodge in time and was stabbed hard in his right calf. The dagger penetrated most of the way in. The white knife went in and the red knife came out. The bright red blood flowed on the white snow surface, like a blooming red rose.

Romantic, bloody, and tragic!

"Fuck your grandma!"

"Ivan, you son of a bitch!"

His comrades shouted and cursed, and wanted to rush forward, but Ivan paid no attention to them, and his brutal nature was revealed in his grin. He wanted to kill the other party while he was weak, and he plunged the dagger straight into Yao Jun's chest. Yao Jun was unable to move and could not dodge. Damn it, he was a hero all his life, but in the end he was going to die at the hands of such a sinister villain.

I'm not willing to accept this!

"Whoosh!"

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and arrows flew one after another. No one understood what was going on. Ivan screamed,

"Ah!" The dagger fell,

The right forearm holding the dagger was pierced by the arrow and nailed to a tree trunk not far away. The arrow was dripping with blood.

"Tramp, tramp, tramp..." The sound of rapid footsteps. After a few breaths, the black shadow rushed in front of Ivan and slammed him with an iron bull, sending him flying four or five meters. Ivan felt that his internal organs were about to shift, but he was strong enough to stagger to his feet. However, the black shadow immediately slammed him again. He didn't see clearly and was hit in the face by several punches. His flesh and blood were instantly blurred, and his right ribs "banged bang..."

After a few hits, I couldn’t take it anymore and felt like I was going to die!

No more strength to resist!

The black shadow was none other than Zhong Yuemin. He felt that the arrow he just shot was dangerous because he had never practiced much before. But he had to shoot in that situation. People can often unleash infinite potential and concentration when they are in desperate situations, and the arrow just shot was the best proof of that.

He grabbed Ivan's neck with his left arm and pulled him up from the ground like a dead dog. He used him as a shield and shouted at the Russians who were raising their guns to shoot.

"Put down your guns, or I'll tear him apart!"

The dagger in the right hand is against the person's neck. Even if these Russians don't understand Chinese, they should at least recognize this bloody dagger, right?

Everyone on Cao Jianhua's side was dumbfounded. Just when Yao Jun was about to die, in the blink of an eye, the situation took a 180-degree turn. In a few breaths, Ivan's right hand was shot through, his face was bloody and he was like a dead dog in the hands of others. He could no longer be arrogant. His fighting power was simply overwhelming and swept through the enemy!

Too brutal, too damn satisfying!

Is there such an awesome person in your team?