This is the rhythm of trying to kill Reddy. When Xiao Yuanchao was far away from entering the depths of the forest, he clearly heard a series of grenade explosions. [sogou, 360, soso]

"call……"

A mouthful of smoke came out of Xiao Yuanchao's mouth. He threw the cigar on the ground casually, and a smile appeared on his face. He was not a God, nor a priest who was compassionate. He was just a small-minded man who could not be even smaller.

Of course, being petty is targeted. Reddy is not someone else and has pulled him into the water. Of course, Xiao Yuanchao cannot be generous to such people. He is only generous to his own people, and he treats everything with a small mind except his own people.

Quickly passing through this mountain forest and relying on his superb lurking skills to avoid the search of the Indian Mountain Division troops, Xiao Yuanchao returned to the small village where he was attacked became a mess.

When he arrived at the small village, he found that it was not as bad as he thought. The escaped people were back, the fire was extinguished, and various transactions began to go on, and they were still bustling.

A very strange place, a strange place where people who are waiting to die are concentrated.

Time passed quickly, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Half a month reduced the number of people originally in the village, but also increased a lot.

In half a month, a few fresh corpses could be found almost every day in the back mountain of the village. These corpses were thrown there in messy manner, no one cared about them, and they just waited for the ten thousand people to clean up after the battle was over.

This is the first step in competition, or the first step in survival.

From now on, from entering the small mountain village, it means the development of cruel survival. Xiao Yuanchao, who accidentally came to the back mountain, easily recognized two of the corpses. They were two very powerful guys. One was a Korean and the other was a Chinese.

They exposed their strength in advance and were killed in the fight in advance. Because they ignored a problem: fighting is not just fighting when starting the selection.

Any strong person is an enemy of everyone. If he can be killed in advance, it will definitely reduce the pressure brought by the fight to the greatest extent.

"One person?" A Mandarin with a Sichuan accent reached Xiao Yuanchao's ears.

This is a Chinese man with a not tall figure, but his body is extremely strong. Especially his hands, the bones of each finger are extremely thick, which forms a strong contrast with his body. It is obvious that this is a guy with great skill in his hands.

"One person." Xiao Yuanchao nodded.

"How about group formation?" said the visitor with a smile: "It is difficult for one person to fight ten thousand people. If we can group formation, the winning rate will definitely be much higher."

"Not interested." Xiao Yuanchao smiled and said, "It's better to hide your hands, otherwise there will be an extra body in the back mountain tomorrow, haha."

After saying that, Xiao Yuanchao stood up and left. He was not interested in grouping with people. In such a place, grouping with people is definitely the most unwise choice. Maybe at the beginning, both of them could help each other with all their hearts, but at the end?

In the end, any person who is grouped together will become the biggest enemies. The form of grouping is nothing more than pulling the fight to the end, and it is also the most cruel fight.

Many people understand this principle, but many people still choose to form groups of all sizes. This is to be able to last until the end. As for the final fight with each other, it depends on your personal ability.

The person who was rejected and the Sichuan accent just smiled and continued to look for the next group target that he could like.

Not only is this person looking for a group goal, but many people are looking for a goal that can form a team. When there are five days left before the selection of the Kangba Temple, the people gathered in the mountain village began to turn into groups of three or five. Large teams have dozens, even hundreds of people; small teams also have at least a dozen people. There are very few people like Xiao Yuanchao who are still alone, and usually these alone will die at the first time.

This is a trend. The team represents the combination of strength. A team with strong strength can even kill enemies ten times stronger than their single member.

For example, if an elite tactical team kills a powerful enemy, they will have a close division of labor: reconnaissance, sniping, seduction, blasting, communication, etc.

Just imagine, no matter how powerful a person is, he will never be able to do such a tedious job at the same time. When he faces a professional team, he has nowhere to hide, and he can only end up in regret.

Of course, it cannot be compared with Xiao Yuanchao's rapid pistol shooting a few days ago to kill dozens of soldiers from the Indian Mountain Division. Those soldiers are not special forces, but just regular troops. Compared with Xiao Yuanchao, the conventional troops are three levels behind.

Conventional troops, scout troops, special forces, and special A units are completely different from the same level and have no comparison. To a certain extent, with Xiao Yuanchao's current ability, meeting conventional soldiers is equivalent to meeting a group of armed civilians.

Speed, reaction, and ability are completely in the sky and in the ground, not to mention that Xiao Yuanchao has the strongest strength and speed. His physical disease gives him the perverted ability to deal with conventional soldiers? It is so easy that it is beyond the reach of more.

"Are you alone? How about I invite you to drink water?" A calm man's voice sounded and raised a glass of water to Xiao Yuanchao.

This is in an open bar in the open air... let's just consider it a bar, because this is an open air food stall that takes into account both drinking and eating. It's just that there are red wines that cannot be seen in ordinary food stalls, and even these red wines have brands from various countries.

"I have it, thank you." Xiao Yuanchao raised the water cup in his hand.

His cup was also clean water. Because of adrenaline, Xiao Yuanchao could not drink alcohol or smoke. However, he could smoke cigars because smoking did not enter the lungs.

"Haha, I think we should be considered the same kind." The man stood up and walked towards Xiao Yuanchao with a water cup.

When the man stood up and walked over, Xiao Yuanchao couldn't help but squint his eyes gently, and his pupils began to shrink violently.

This man stood very straight, with his waist like steel bars supporting his waist that could never be bent. Needless to say, his strength is naturally strong, the key is to have a strong military aura.

Professional soldier? That's right, and he is also an extremely powerful professional soldier!

Half of them are Tibetans and Han people. For so many days, Xiao Yuanchao has not discovered any professional soldier at all. But the man in front of him is definitely a professional soldier, with that temperament and taste...

"I'll introduce myself, I'm Zhao Ziyang." The man sat opposite Xiao Yuanchao with a smile.

"Xiao Yuanchao."

Xiao Yuanchao sat upright, staring at Zhao Ziyang, who was also straight in front of him.
Chapter completed!