York, captain of the American Delta Special Forces, nicknamed, Brutal Bear!

He is 38 years old, joined the army at the age of 18, and joined the US Green Beret Special Forces at the age of 19. So far, he has experienced the Beach War, the Afghan War, the Confederate Yugoslavia War, the Second Iraq War... plus hundreds of special assault wars and the war against terrorism, the special forces captain, whose body indexes are at its peak, has a combat experience of ten times greater than me.

I walked straight to York, and the special forces soldiers I met along the way slowly made way for me. They knew that once they fired, this extremely evil terrorist leader would become their guns, but they could not lift the weapons in their hands without knowing anything.

Is it because they are already desperate about this war and only hope to return home safely, sleep for three days, completely forget the city of Jakarta, and the terrorists who keep creating miracles and make them afraid of them; or is it because of the courage of this terrorist to lead the way, his arrogance of singing wildly has won the deep respect of their iron-blooded soldiers?

He just stood there casually, and the extremely powerful spirit of the body rushed up wildly, making him naturally represent the pinnacle of the world's power. When he walked towards York with steady steps, looking at his straight and hard body like a bayonet, everyone felt a mysterious feeling in their hearts: in this battlefield full of chaos and smoke, he stepped on the ground with broken limbs and blood. Every step he took, his momentum would increase one point, and every step he took, his power would become stronger.

This is a born greatest warrior!

The smoke of gunpowder is his air, and the blood is his sunshine! His leather boots stepped on the floor again and again, making heavy pressure that made the heart beat faster and faster. For some reason, he slowly merged into this piece of blood, this chaos, and this piece of death, and he would no longer distinguish each other.

When he faced York, his hands were smirking, everyone's heart trembled violently. A soldier from the Alpha Special Forces murmured everyone's voice: "King of Shura!"

Yes, the King of Shura!

He was born to be the most active note on this bloodiest battlefield, he was born to be the invincible leader and the most powerful warrior! He was born to use his own hands to stir up bloody storms in the world full of wails and injustice, and use the most violent means to break all kinds of injustice in this world!

Tom Bitterlin looked at the man with a complicated expression. In this man, he felt an absolute field that he could not reach at his peak. Even though he was not willing to admit it, even though he knew that this would affect his emotions and judgment, Tom Bitterlin had to tell himself: I am not as good as him!

York stared straight at the man standing with his hands in front of him. He always thought that there would be no one or something in this world that could scare him. He had experienced many battles and his nerves were stronger than steel wires. His body could support the heavy burden after countless baptisms of bullets.

But when facing this man, feeling the crazy and domineering spirit in him, York's hands were trembling slightly. He knew that he was afraid. He was facing the most terrifying enemy he had never encountered before in his life! He knew that he was excited. When he met the strong, he was strong. He was an indispensable talent for the best soldier. Only by constantly challenging strong enemies that seemed invincible and constantly surpassing the limits of creatures, he could continue to grow.

I looked at York with a smile, and my eyes were like a long letter that the cobra kept sucking and spitting, and like an X-ray instrument with perspective function. As my eyes kept looking up and down, York's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. He had never encountered such a bright and deep-tunneled pair of eyes, so bright that anyone could feel dazzling in front of him, so deep-tunneled that it was impossible to enter his world at all, and it was even more impossible to stand on the same level as him.

York shook off the bulletproof vest on his body, suddenly tore open his military uniform, and used a saber to cut a deep scar on his naked chest. As the blood splattered, he suddenly raised his head and roared wildly.

The pupils in my eyes shrank rapidly because I saw that York was using the serration on the back of the saber, grinding his skin bit by bit and cutting his muscles bit by bit. He was using the cruelest method to stimulate the pain of his body to the limit, and squeeze out the wildest potential and animal nature in his life bit by bit.

"Ao~~"

The trembling mad howling, the shrill mad howling, the mad howling that only injured beasts will send out, and there is no way out of retreat. The mad howling that has been ready to fight to the death will echo in my ears.

York had turned into an angry bear, and a crazy blood red rose in his eyes. With a sound of hoho, he slowly pointed the saber in his hand at me and shouted: "Don't you ask for a duel? Then throw away the rifle you were in, draw out the dagger, and have the purest gladiator with me!"

I almost applauded York. From the moment I carried the thousands of troops to the remotest trend of York, to the confrontation we faced each other, I applied the "brain breaking" strategy I learned from Zhao Yonggang to the limit, and used various methods to continuously weaken his momentum and will, dismantle his tenacity and tenacity as a soldier, and tried to plant the shadow of incompetence deep in his heart.

But he used the most violent method to break the deadlock, and instead transformed his fear of his horror into the driving force to inspire the strongest fighting spirit in life. How surprisingly similar is the method used by Changsunting and I on a plateau of more than 3,000 meters above sea level to win the first victory of entering the army?

Looking at the blood-stained saber in York's hand, I suddenly laughed wildly, and I found that I liked him!

This is the real soldier!

Soldiers are also humans, and they will also have joy, anger, sorrow, and emotional ups and downs. But what is different from ordinary people is that once we enter the battlefield and once we face enemies, even if we use a saw to cut our bodies, even if we use a knife to release the blood in our bodies, we will inspire our craziest, most unyielding, most arrogant, and most unruly murderous aura in the shortest time!

I pointed at York and shouted in English: "You are a real man, so are me!"

I let out a shocking roar and suddenly inserted the automatic rifle in my hand into the marble floor that had been exploded. "Puff", the rifle stock was inserted into the ground for five inches, and raised the bayonet at the front of the automatic rifle at an angle of 45 degrees, revealing its sharpest coldness.

Seeing my movements, even Gu Liemu, who had always been above the top, couldn't help but change his face and sighed: "Fu Yinxue is really crazy. Not only did he agree to the fighting battle proposed by York that was twenty centimeters higher than himself, but he also chose the battle of trapped beasts without any retreat and no room for maneuver!"

Yes, the battle of trapped beasts!

This fighting style originated from the bravest and wildest Mongolian athletes.

In Chinese history, what army can be more fearful than the Mongolian cavalry? When did the era have been able to go on several expeditions like Mongolia, hitting the Danube all the way to the Danube and drawing a large territory?!

The strong are the most respected in the army. When Genghis Khan chooses the leader of ten thousand men, he will let the contestants fight in a small space filled with sharp bamboo swords. In this environment, there is no way out and no room for dodging.

Facing your own enemies, you will die if you retreat!

You dodge and die!

If you are afraid, you will die!
Chapter completed!