Chapter 1802: : A charge that is not afraid of death

"I do not understand!
My Li Nanfang, when did I fall into need of protection from others?
There has never been the word fear of death in my dictionary. Now you tell me that you must use your own life as the price to protect my safety?
ridiculous!
You are so ridiculous!
Do I need your protection?
I will protect whoever protects me.
I am dead, and it is impossible for any of you to die.
Go to the secret mission.
Lao Tzu is here to kill a road with you.
If you want to protect me, then go out with me alive! "
Li Nanfang sneered with his head up almost frantically, shouting these words without any logic at all.
An unprecedented emotion spread in his heart, shaking his heart and liver, and his eyes flashed scarlet.
The black dragon in the dantian held his head high, stimulating Li Nanfang to let out a roar.
However, after the roar, Heilong suddenly felt that Li Nanfang's irritable mood at the moment was completely different from before.
This is an emotion that the black dragon has never felt before.
It is also very confused.
It didn't understand why a barrier suddenly appeared, blocking the way it tried to control Li Nanfang.
Obviously it's just a barrier that can be broken with a single jab, but it dare not get close.
Only wandering in Li Nanfang's body.
Seeing that his power was borrowed by Li Nanfang, he couldn't get the control it could get in the past.
That roar resembling a dragon yin echoed at the bottom of the entire base.
The armed personnel of the Flame Organization who had gathered at the bottom of the stairs all felt unprecedented palpitations.
It was also with this dragon-yin-like roar that everyone at the top of the flame organization at the back of the large troop stood up in shock.
"It's that person, it's him!
It is the Valley of Flames who has searched for the dark cataclysm for thousands of years, captured him alive, and captured the people inside at all costs.
Act, act now! "
As the European Flame Organization developed from the Humane Branch of Flame Valley, they have no reason to not know the importance of the Dark Calamity to King Xuanyuan.
He knew more clearly what the outcome would be after King Xuanyuan got the Dark Calamity Star.
These people want to counterattack the Valley of Flames.
The first is to control King Xuanyuan.
The second is to find the Dark Scourge.
As long as the two are combined, they will be able to change the world, pry into the secrets of the dragon veins of the national fortune, and let the development direction of the dragon veins go as they hope.
Not to mention, is this wish possible.
Just look now.
The roar of Li Nanfang's heart trembled in exchange for an incomparable advantage.
There won't be any grenades thrown over and kill them into scum.
Some are armed with cold weapons, pushing huge bullet-proof shelters, and approaching where they are.
"Captain, they are attacking. Depending on the situation, they want to capture us alive."
The bull probe saw the situation outside and reported it.
Captain Gong Jian also sneered: "Want to catch us alive? Just kidding! Black Dragon, dare you kill them all?"
The speech given by Li Nanfang just now made Gong Jian meet a whole new person.
Even if his eyes are scarlet at the moment, it is really abnormal.
But Gong Jian believed it.
In other words, everyone in this Longteng team believed it.
The black dragon is their comrade in arms.
Comrades in arms are fighting together.
Li Nanfang smiled.
It is indeed a state of being possessed by a black dragon countless times, but there is no evil nature affected by the black dragon.
His smile now will only give people around him, a completely reliable feeling.
"kill!"
A single word came from Li Nanfang's mouth.
Gong Jian also responded with a completely trustworthy smile, saying: "Kill!"
"kill!"
The little sheep and the bulls responded in unison.
"kill!"
The voices of the other team members rushing towards the main entrance of the secret base burst into the internal communicator.
The horn of battle was sounded.
Li Nanfang, Gong Jian, Little Sheep, and Man Niu walked out of Room 1 and stood side by side in the aisle.
Professor Zhang Zhidong was holding two submachine guns in his hands.
Shaking all over, but standing straight.
He couldn't hear the sound from the communicator in the Longteng team, nor did he know what Li Nanfang and others had just experienced.
However, as a soldier in a scientific research unit, he knew what the four comrades in front of him who blocked all danger for him would do next.
He just needs to follow.
Keep up with them.
They are born, he will not be in any danger.
When they die, he can also smile and tell people in another world that he once participated in a glorious battle.
The armed personnel of the flame organization, who was pushing the bulletproof board forward, stopped immediately.
There is only a distance of more than 20 meters between the two sides.
The people in the flames hoped that Li Nanfang came out and surrendered.
But the reality is that a loud roar reached all of them.
"kill!"
The gunfire rang.
Following the leader's order, the members of the flame organization who wanted to capture Li Nanfang and others alive had given up their guns.
But Li Nanfang did not have such scruples.
Of course, they didn't have any extravagant expectations. In this kind of narrow space where only four people can stand side by side, they can use firearms to cause much harm to those guys who shrink behind the bulletproof steel plate.
The reason for shooting is to show their momentum.
Encountering a narrow road, the brave wins.
Countless bullets leaned out and hit the bulletproof steel plate. The impact force caused forced the members of the flame to retreat.
Thousands of people crowded on the narrow crossing, stretched out vertically, a distance of hundreds of meters, already extended to the upper floor.
However, they were shot in the first round by Li Nanfang and the four of them, forcing them to withdraw five meters away.
The bullets of the four submachine guns have all been shot, and they have become cumbersome, useless barrels, of course, they are the last point of value.
No one commanded it.
The four shot at the same time and threw the guns in their hands.
The bullet-proof steel plate with dense bullet holes could no longer withstand such a blow and shattered.
The leading flame members were still regretting the loss of their life-saving treasure. The four Li Nanfang, who had already clenched the military thorns in their hands, shouted "kill."
Like a violent wind passing through the border, with the murderous intent of the thunderbolt, he launched an active charge.
"Kill!"
Whether it is a deep panic state, or a aroused by that murderous aura, or the members of the flames who are at the back of the team and can't see the situation clearly, they are not really fools.
Faced with the shouts of four people.
Face the charge that is not afraid of death.
Of course, they have to treat them with respect on the battlefield, respond with shouts higher than the sky, and greet them.
The flame members who rushed to the forefront remembered the order given by the boss, leaving alive.
With machetes and clubs in their hands, of course, they will not attack the vital points of the four people in front of them, but it is still possible to choose shoulders, arms, thighs, and even the feet of the feet that are not easy to kill immediately.
In frontal contact, the four people in the front row, without exception, chose the enemy's shoulder blades.
Then, without exception, four icy soldiers pierced his throat.
In the narrow combat space, the four-to-1000 melee was impossible to highlight the role of any martial arts master.
Only head-to-head.
The fighters of the Dragon Squad definitely knew better what to do than the mob of flames.
Without any extra action, the left hand gently supports the body of the first wave of enemies, and the military stab in the right hand is a straight stab.
Pierce straight, then stab straight.
From all the gaps that can be pierced out, the weapon in the hand penetrates the vital points of the enemy, stepping on the fallen corpses and moving forward.
Until the "shield" in their hands was cut to pieces and lost their protection.
"Change formation, dash forward!"
Captain Gong Jian roared.
The four people standing side by side immediately changed their formation.
All the front and back, surrounded by a square enclosed space, firmly protected Professor Zhang Zhidong in the middle.
The bull attacked at the forefront, Gong Jian and Li Nanfang were in charge of the two wings, and the little sheep leaned against the back of the comrade-in-arms.
The powerful bull is no longer satisfied with the role of a thorn in his hand.
After thrusting the stab into the throat of an enemy again, he raised his foot and kicked it, causing the corpse to fly out with his stab, and smashed a large area.
Then both hands started to work, not seeking to kill the enemy, only seeking to open a route of breakthrough in the middle of the enemy.
Those hands with one-arm strength, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin, all in front of them are treated as little chickens, and pulled behind them.
Li Nanfang and Gong Jian on the left and right wings, like perpetual motion machines, are doing the same monotonous but collectively used movements.
That is to let the army thorn in his hand penetrate all the enemies that were pulled by the bull.
Take a quick shot and close it quickly.
If you don't move, it's just a corpse lying on the ground.
Those members of the flames who are consciously smart, thinking about bypassing the bulls and launching an impact from the back of the team, think they can nag a little bit of benefit.
But what they have is a little sheep with a submachine gun in each hand.
After changing the formation, the little sheep has only the enemy in front of her. Since she is not afraid of accidental injury, why should she give up her strengths?
The submachine gun with fifty rounds in the magazine was used as a pistol by the sharpshooter, and each bullet represented the death of an enemy.
The corpses filled the passage.
The blood stained everything red.
Maybe only one minute has passed, and maybe even longer.
The bull, whose eyes were blindfolded by blood, did not catch anything when he reached out again.
Li Nanfang and Gong Jian, who reached out mechanically to prepare to stab them, were stunned on the spot.
The team stopped.
Man Niu reached out his hand to wipe the blood off his face, Li Nanfang and Gong Jian turned and stood side by side.
In front of them, the people of the Flame Organization retreated to a place ten meters away.
Two bulletproof steel plates were framed up again, blocking the entire passage.
The flame crowd, who had just competed with the Dragon Teng team, could only shrink with infinite panic.
"Check the injury and take a break!"
In the face of the enemy's withdrawal, Captain Gong Jian did not dare to slack off.
Even if they successfully frightened the enemy back, the real crisis has just begun.
Just now, with just a big push, I made achievements that ordinary people can't imagine.
But looking back, they only advanced a distance of ten meters, killing less than a hundred people.
This is not cutting wheat, this is killing.
No one really craned their necks waiting to be chopped.
Every time Li Nanfang and others make a move, they use their full strength, choose the most suitable angle, and avoid the enemy's desperate counterattack.
The physical strength and energy expended is difficult to measure.
When the fighting was suspended, the initial momentum faded.
Everyone’s only feeling is tired.
Also, Professor Zhang Zhidong's nausea that he is about to vomit his bile.
"Reported that Manniu suffered minor injuries to his arms, and the others were safe."
As the only woman in the team, Little Sheep undertakes the work of checking everyone's injuries and simply dressing up.
The bull who had just acted as a sharp forward had his arms wrapped in bandages.
The situation is getting worse.
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