"You... are very upset (wrong)...but you are dead?"

Foreigners speak Chinese, which is so scary!

Wang Yang was rubbing his elbows wildly. The foreign devils' brute force was amazing. The elbows quickly swollen, and then a bruise and blood appeared. Suddenly, he raised his head with some collapse when he heard such shocking Chinese.

"Your kung fu is very good, but the goose (I) will kill you with a circle and a punch!"

After a glance, Wang Yang fell out because of his kick. Even the Mosin horse rifle was thrown three meters away from his body. A sarcastic scent appeared in his eyes. Du Wei-Smith raised his right fist, then gently placed the gun carefully at his feet, pulled out the dagger with his left hand, and looked at Wang Yang with a contemptuous look.

"How can this foreigner speak some Chinese?"

Seeing Du Wei-Smith carefully put down the sniper rifle in his hand, his sincere appearance, I was afraid that Wang Yang would be a little surprised if he was serving his wife.

"It can be done!"

Unexpectedly, the foreign devil did not use guns, which means that his life was not at the moment. Wang Yang's heart suddenly became active. The boy also talked wildly with Du Wei-Smith in a bird song that would not be born without foreign powers:

"You won't beat me, you won't dance (martial arts). The goose (I'm hungry). Give me some food. The flying fox will be fair to restore its strength!"

With his eyes rolling around, Wang Yang wanted to fight Du Wei-Smith, but when he thought of the brute force of the foreign devils and his exhausted appearance, he was really a bit like an egg hitting a stone.

It seems that this foreigner seems to be a bit honest and honest. If you don’t fool me, I’m sorry to the party, the motherland, and even more so to the vast majority of lewd people.

"Open (look) the boat (fist)!"

But he didn't expect that Du Wei Smith was not a fool either. Of course he knew that Wang Yang had good fist skills, and of course he knew that this kid was so hungry that he was about to die of anger. His purpose was to slowly torture the kid to death. Wouldn't he be too happy to shoot him to death?

But what Du Wei-Smith never expected was that the Chinese dialect in front of him would be so profound that he, a foreigner who claims to be Chinese, could not understand it. However, he finally saw Wang Yang shamelessly patting his belly and understood a little, but even so, he would definitely not stop him from punching Wang Yang with a sneer.

"Oh...really fight? I can't afford to fight, can you hide...the deceased foreigners...ahem..."

You can see someone rolling backwards with panic and stumbled, but he opened his mouth but screamed. With his uncovered military uniform, he looked so embarrassed.

"Damn Chinese, you have to waste your mouth before you die!"

Du Wei-Smith snorted coldly, but ignored his fault and followed him unyieldingly. He knew the situation of this Chinese soldier very well. He even felt that as long as he kicked or punched the Chinese soldier, his body would immediately collapse, and the Chinese soldier was obviously holding on.

While you are sick, I will take your life!

This is a saying from the Chinese people. As a Chinese master, Du Wei-Smith thinks it is really appropriate to use it at this time.

He had seen the Chinese soldier's attack. To be honest, the Chinese soldiers' assassination of South Korean soldiers at that moment also shocked him. If he hadn't known that the Chinese soldiers' physical strength was already so poor that they were uncontrollable, he would have chosen to use guns to solve the battle.

But now there is no need to worry too much. Seeing that the Chinese soldier had tried his best to retreat in order to avoid him, he even had to turn around and pounce on the ground. After his right fist, a cold light flashed in his eyes. The dagger in his left hand stung down fiercely, and followed by a turn and kick. He wanted to believe that the Chinese soldier would be dead.

Sure enough, the Chinese soldier seemed to have eyes on his back. Although he did not turn around, his body shrank forward and his body squatted up on his back, just in a moment of avoiding his move.

"Cough...cough...I'll fuck..."

But in order to avoid him, the Chinese soldiers seemed to have exhausted their last strength. Du Wei-Smith heard him cough violently, and then a blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth!

Du Wei-Smith was delighted and immediately turned back half a circle without thinking about it. A 180-degree arc was formed. When he raised his right foot, he flew up and hit the Chinese soldier hard on the chest and abdomen...

But at this moment...

Du Wei Smith suddenly felt something was wrong, because from the perspective of physical strength, this Chinese soldier should be able to support him. His performance was a little weaker, and the violent cough seemed to be a little more artificial?

A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into my heart.

This is an intuition, the intuition of being a veteran of a hundred battles.

In special occasions and special places, sometimes men's intuition is more conquering than women's sixth sense. At least on the battlefield, Du Wei-Smith has always regarded this intuition as the only magic weapon to protect his life.

Immediately afterwards, Du Wei Smith glanced at the same time as he kicked, the Chinese soldier turned his head slightly back, and the light of his eyes met his eyes, and a murderous intent suddenly came. Du Wei Smith was heartbroken and the heavy blow he kicked couldn't help but weaken three points.

The change suddenly arose, and the figure in the wisp of rotten suddenly turned 90 degrees backwards strangely, almost rotating along the kick Du Wei-Smith kicked out, and then a cold light rushed towards his back with the rapid swing of his left arm...

At that moment, Du Wei-Smith saw it!

The eyes and eyes of Chinese soldiers were shining like stars, radiating light, and pricking cold!

The Chinese soldier's face was decisive, and endless murderous intent suddenly enveloped his entire body.

Du Wei-Smith was so scared that he suddenly realized that although he knew that this Chinese soldier was not simple, and although he knew that this Chinese soldier was already at the end of his strength, he still looked at this Chinese.

Fortunately, he realized in advance that he had lost some force on his legs, which also gave himself a chance to survive.

“Shit!”

Du Wei-Smith subconsciously let out an angry roar, feeling that the two of them suddenly changed positions, and they didn't know who was calculating who, but it would never affect his immediate retracting legs and stepping down, and then desperately put the dagger in his left hand on it.

With a clang, fire was everywhere, two forces collided, and wrists intersected, and the hands of the Chinese soldiers immediately swung away.

Du Wei-Smith was extremely shocked, feeling both lucky and angry. The Chinese were indeed cunning, but he finally blocked the attack again. He even felt that the strength in the hands of the Chinese soldiers was extremely weak.

But his thoughts were just over, and the Chinese soldier shook his body, avoiding his dagger, and hammered him at the head with a lightning speed.

Du Wei Smith secretly complained that the Chinese man was so agile that he either didn't attack or attack one after another. He felt that his opponent should have no strength, but he really dared to take his punch with his face?

Reluctantly, he retreated back a few steps, and his body could not help but turn sharply. He just slammed back his strength, and then his body was attacked by his opponent so hard that his body was strikingly in an extremely awkward manner. He had never been so embarrassed. He decided to face his opponent and spend two moves with him. He firmly believed that at most that magical Chinese could attack the enemy for 30 seconds and then collapsed.

"Wow, TMD can't kill this... You're cruel... I'm OK to escape..."

But……

Before the Chinese collapsed, Du Wei-Smith collapsed first.

When he turned around, he strangely found that there was no one behind him. Before he could understand what was going on, he heard a loud shout from the Chinese soldiers, and then he only saw a fierce figure flying out more than ten meters like an arrow.

Escape?

Du Wei-Smith's brain turned black and the blue veins on his forehead immediately burst out. What did he think he was, the prostitute on the street, leaving after he finished his work?

What makes people even more angry is that this kid is in vain and doesn’t pay?

Du Wei-Smith felt a barrel of gas and oil pouring into his body, and then suddenly a huge torch fell from the sky, lit him with a bang, burning his green eyes seemed to turn into a charming red and white...
Chapter completed!