Chapter 490: Never show mercy

The war in the Cold Weapon Age is the cruelest. You personally poke a spear into the opponent's stomach, and cut off the enemy's head with your own hands. The end of every war is almost like a Shura hell.
There were mutilated corpses and minced meat everywhere, and the scene was full of blood.
In modern times, using guns to kill people is much more respectable. After all, it is just a small bullet, penetrates into it, and at most it brings out a large hole, and it will not get all the pieces of meat.
Therefore, few people can withstand the shocking scene when they directly cut their heads with a sword. Is there a person on the opposite side? It's a devil.
They are just an international cultural relics smuggling gang, and the guns in their hands are often used to pretend, but Xiang Jing drew his sword to kill people, clean and neat. At this time, the headless corpse, the blood spurted out was much lower. It was as if the water pump under the fountain had been cut off, and at the same time, the body was slowly falling backwards.
They were dumbfounded.
Xiang Jing would not give them a chance. Xiang Jing had just cut off a head, which was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. He was overjoyed at once, this sword is great!
Generally speaking, a knife is used to cut the head. It has a blade on one side and a thick side on the other side, so that it can withstand the impact of cutting down and will not be broken off by reaction. For ordinary swords, the sharper the Hard, that means more brittle.
The common movements of the sword are picking and stabbing, while the knife is used to cut. Xiang Jing's use of this kind of use immediately felt very refreshing. At the same time, just after the first head was cut off, the remaining power of this sword was not diminished. , Continue to wave to the second person.
At this time, when seeing a cold light coming, the second person was extremely nervous. He twisted the muzzle and turned around, wanting to continue firing at Xiang Jing. At this moment, the flame of the muzzle, Suddenly disappeared.
"Flap, pop." He kept triggering the gun repeatedly, and the sound of firing needles could be heard inside, but no bullets were shot.
A bunch of idiots, what kind of stuff is this?
Xiang Jing's eyes looked at the target, and he couldn't help but ridicule secretly in his heart. If he weren't from an island nation, he wouldn't be so cruel. These people wouldn't deserve to make a move by himself.
However, Xiang Jing has his own creed. When encountering islanders, there is no mercy for killing! In the war a few decades ago, the people of the island nation brought too great a disaster to the country of Han, and almost wiped out the entire country of Han. In recent years, in the secret border battles, islanders are also the worst.
Therefore, Xiang Jing will never show mercy, even if these people are only cultural relic dealers, since they have shot in front of him, they must be prepared to accept punishment!
It's stupid enough to even know that there are no bullets!
There are two types of Uzi submachine guns, 25 rounds and 32 rounds. No matter which one, pull the trigger and hold on. Isn't it a momentary thing?
The real troops use this submachine gun at three points at most. They will never pull the trigger. Even they can count the sounds themselves and determine how many bullets they have left. They have been replaced by the last one. New magazines.
In the battle, Xiang Jing prefers to use the 56 punch drum, which is more sustainable.
Now that the opponent has no bullets, the long sword in Xiang Jing's hand has been swung over!
Just cut off the opponent's head, and now, Xiang Jing's long sword swung down along the opponent's waist.
"Baga..." The voice at the back was very long, because after that, he felt extremely painful. This pain, coming from every cell in the body, is stimulating his brain.
The sound of clicking came continuously, and Xiang Jing's legs pressed the ground before he finished swinging the sword.
The long sword flew sideways, and from the waist of the island cultural relic dealer, he cut off the only connecting lumbar vertebra in the middle. Then, it cut to the far left. After the long sword was cut, only a touch was felt. The cold breath.
The man's head slowly lowered, looking at his waist.
"Don't you like to have a laparotomy yourself? I will give you a big cut!" Xiang Jing's voice was savage.
The cultural relic dealer is still looking at his waist. There is a horizontal crack in it. Blood is slowly flowing out from there. There are also smelly things mixed with yellow, all slowly. The earth came out, he could no longer feel the existence of the lower body.
Next, Xiang Jing stuck the long sword on the ground, leaned on the long sword, and flew up with his feet.
"Oh!"
The upper body of this man was kicked by Xiang Jing. His brain was still active at this time. He watched himself separate from the lower body, looked at the section cut by a cutting machine, in his mouth, A scream like a bird's voice of Ullah.
He can't die for a while. He will slowly wait for death in extreme pain. Now Xiang Jing can't take care of it. In the past, he would bring some ants over and put a little bit on the opponent's wound. Biting the ground, this torture is exclusive to islanders!
Xiang Jing had already killed two people in a row. At this time, although the movements were so cumbersome, in fact, five seconds had not passed.
Xiang Jing was simple and neat, without any false moves. Just after she killed two people, the remaining three people panicked. At this time, the Uzi submachine guns in their hands were all shot out, although they carried spare parts. The magazine, but no one changed it. One person shouted: "Withdraw!"
Three people fled in three directions.
This step made Xiang Jing admire, and Xiang Jing could only chase one of them.
Who do you chase?
Of course it was the person who spoke. It must be their leader.
As for the other two, leave it to the scholar, and the scholar can definitely handle it.
Behind, Andrew was dumbfounded.
In the past, Andrew thought Xiang Jing was pungent, this kind of disinterested character, he didn't even care about his identity as a prince, but he liked it very much. He thought that he had found the other half of his life. Andrew liked Xiang Jing very much. Being together, like being scolded by her, just to get tired of being together.
Today, Xiang Jing rescued him, and he thought it was God's arrangement, but now, he is dumbfounded.
Xiang Jing has changed a person, her skillful movements are obviously trained strictly, and this is definitely not the first time.
She must have come from the most elite special forces in the Han country. People like her were born to have nothing to do with love. In her world, there are only death and killing.
No wonder she rejects herself!