mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 349

Briggs dodges Marcus Nkrumah's punch again.

The two are not of the same magnitude.

Marcus Nkrumah has super fighting ability, has a steel chin, and punches with great force. Even before he has received a punch, Briggs can still feel the exaggerated strength of black people.

But the only thing is that Marcus Nkrumah is too slow compared to Briggs.

Briggs gasped and landed another uppercut to Marcus Nkrumah's stomach.

Suddenly, Marcus Nkrumah made a movement that Briggs hadn't expected.

He raised his leg and roared, "Sparta!"

my cao...

Briggs never expected, good boxing, Marcus Nkrumah kicked!
If you kick your legs, you will kick your legs, what the hell do you call "Sparta" when you are a black man?
When he was kicked, Briggs heard a child shouting in the room: "It's a Spartan question, Marcus, you are too good!"

Then Briggs flew upside down.

Marcus Nkrumah sprinted over, rode on the fallen Briggs, raised his fist as big as a bowl, and smashed it.

In the first round of hitting, he played straight.By the time of the third round of smashing, Briggs was already unconscious.

Benjamin Goldberg saw that the enemy seemed to be motionless, so he ran out with confidence: "Marcus, stop quickly. Listen to my advice, show mercy, and let him breathe."

Marcus Nkrumah listened first to his master and second to Benjamin Goldberg.

he got up,
Benjamin Goldberg ran over staggeringly, stretched out his hand to test Briggs's breath, and shook his head: "It's a pity, Marcus, he didn't survive, and he walked very peacefully."

Marcus Nkrumah looked at the unrecognizable Briggs and scratched his head.

Mi Shan, who was grazing not far away, turned his lips and spit again, showing a mocking expression...

……

Zhao Chuanxin tried to hold the rifle with one hand, but obviously this could not guarantee the accuracy.

He holds a Madsen machine gun with both hands, and the recoil force is greater. When fighting, he basically presses the muzzle of the gun, which can only roughly guarantee the shooting range.

The recoil of the rifle is actually not much worse than that of the Madsen machine gun, and it will involve his wounds.

In the end, he took the submachine gun from Wilhelmina's hand: "Go, you are in front, let's go deep into the woods, and I will block the bullet for you."

At this time, no serious body armor appeared, and Wilhelmina didn't think Zhao Chuanxin's slightly bloated clothes were really invulnerable.

So, a little touched.

Besides Zhao Chuanxin, who else would take a bullet for her?

I'm afraid there is no one there.

"Let me hold you."

"A woman is a woman, just go away as soon as you are told."

Women are one-sided animals.

When Wilhelmina felt that Zhao Chuanxin was a bad person, she felt that he would do everything wrong.

When her impression changed, she felt that even if Zhao Chuanxin spoke impatiently, it was for her own good.

"Then be careful, I can go into battle too. These bloody bastards, they deserve to go to hell."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and lead the way."

Wilhelmina and Zhao Chuanxin walked deep into the woods one after the other.

Zhao Chuanxin was limping and walking with great difficulty.

After walking 50 meters away, he felt cramped in pain.

An inconspicuous vine on the ground tripped him up.

Wilhelmina heard the sound, turned back quickly and helped him up.

Zhao Chuanxin touched it twice dishonestly.

Wilhelmina didn't even resist.

"It's about time, be honest."

"It's okay, it can promote blood circulation, which is good for me."

Wilhelmina didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't you know how to be afraid?"

"Why aren't you afraid?" Although his face was pale and his lips were chapped, Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "But the so-called wealth and wealth are in danger, and I am not afraid when I think of becoming a king."

"I always want to emphasize that it is the husband of the king, not the king."

After speaking, Wilhelmina stomped her feet and was walked in again.

"Hey, this is what you said."

While laughing, Zhao Chuanxin looked back.

Through the rough perspective of the devil's crystal glasses, he saw a figure swaying not far behind him.

So he restrained his smile.

Damn, I can't do anything else, but have too much equipment!

Others said that Luis Verveld was a lunatic, but he was actually the most cunning.

He is always crazy when he thinks it makes sense, but never makes a fearless sacrifice.

He told his accomplices: "The cowboy was injured and he couldn't walk fast. Divide into three groups and make sure you can catch up. No matter how powerful his weapon is, he is just one person. When you meet him, you shoot directly. Whoever wins the first prize?" , I will pay him back.”

Several people did not dare to resist, and they were stimulated by rewards, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and outflank them.

But Luis Verveld touched his chin, wondering why there was no trace of blood on the road.

Should not be!

He was confident he had shot the man at least twice.

Letting others steal ahead of him is just his usual tactic of scaring the snake away.

His game is only just beginning.

The winner must play at the last minute.

The rain gradually became heavier and was pouring.

This is good for Zhao Chuanxin's hiding, but not good for his wound.

Wilhelmina helped him check the wound on the back of his thigh, and saw that it had been soaked in rain and turned white.

And Zhao Chuanxin also began to feel top-heavy, with a slight fever.

He patted Wilhelmina on the head: "Xiaona, don't look, you hide behind me first, someone is coming."

This is the first time someone calls Wilhelmina Cortana, which is quite new.

But the situation is tense again.

Zhao Chuanxin held the Ares M1907 in one hand, hid behind a tree, took out a cigar in his mouth, and handed the match to Wilhelmina: "Light it on."

At this time, the two did not hold umbrellas.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even wear a raincoat now.

Fearing that the match would be wiped out by the rain, Wilhelmina leaned forward, covering the match with her hood.

The heads of the two inevitably touched each other.

After lighting the cigarette, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his head and brought his face closer.

Wilhelmina passively "kissed" Zhao Chuanxin's face.

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed with a cigar in his mouth: "Oh, you are really shameless, how do you play sneak attack?"

Wilhelmina had already seen through his tricks to make her feel at ease. This kind of care made her feel dependent.

Just about to say something, but Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his gun and shot when she was out of reach.

chug……

chug……

chug……

Zhao Chuanxin was different from Wilhelmina's one-headed shooting of empty magazines. He fired in several directions in an orderly manner.

Wilhelmina heard a few screams and saw the bullet hit Zhao Chuanxin's body.

That humble piece of clothing can actually block bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin only swayed very slightly, which was unavoidable when Fortitude Armor dissipated the kinetic energy of the bullet.

When he emptied the magazine, he glanced in a certain direction and showed a smirk.

He put away the God of War M1907, raised his hand, a dazzling electric ball condensed in his palm, and gently pushed...

Luis Verveld had just fired a shot and was sure it hit the target.

However, the opponent did not seem to be injured this time.

Then, he saw the ball lightning coming flickeringly.

my cao...

What the hell is this?

Luis Verveld was surprised to find that the electric ball could avoid obstacles even if there were grass and trees in front of him, and he could dodge it.

And the target of the ball lightning is him!
Even though there was still a long way to go, Luis Verveld's hair was already standing on end.

He felt a strong crisis.

However, the more critical the moment, the clearer his mind becomes.

His eyes were tearing apart, he stared at the ball lightning, and found that although it could avoid obstacles, it was not flexible.

So he held the Mauser rifle and moved quickly behind a big tree that was as thick as several people hugged.

The ball lightning followed his movement and changed direction, floating towards him with enormous energy.

When it was getting closer, Luis Verveld started circling around the big tree.

Sure enough, the ball lightning failed to change direction, and it crashed into the trunk of a big tree in a split second.

The arc flashed, and Luis Verveld fell backwards violently.

His head hit the root of another big tree that was stretched out because of the deep forest and the luxuriant leaves, which made his eyes stare.

His hair stood on end because of the approach of the ball lightning.

Under the watering of rainwater, it was gradually ironed.

He let out a long breath, not only was he not afraid, but his eyes revealed a kind of morbid excitement: "Interesting! Really interesting!"

On the other side, Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Fake!"

Since he got the Thor's Hammer bracelet, he has always been in a good position.

The spy of the little Japanese devil was hacked to death by him, the gangster was hacked to death by him, and the Korean was hacked to death by him.

For the first time, someone relied on a big tree to escape the ball lightning.

Wilhelmina didn't have his ability, so she couldn't see that far, but seeing his expression changed, she asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Is your wound hurting?"

Shaking his head, Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "Don't come out, hide behind me."

Sure enough, the opponent poked his head in quick succession from behind another tree, stepped out, and raised his hand to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin was shot again in the abdomen.

He was almost certain that this person's eyesight should be far superior to that of ordinary people.

In the era before scopes appeared, except for himself, he had never seen anyone hit the target twice in a row at such a long distance.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and an arrow-shaped lightning formed.

Luis Verveld's hair stood on end again.

This time it felt more sudden than last time, because the speed of the arrow lightning was far faster than that of the ball lightning.

This time, Luis Verveld did not go around in circles, but instinctively threw himself directly towards the side of the tree.

Arrow-shaped lightning hit the tree trunk, and the tree was scorched and pitch black.

Zhao Chuanxin shot another arrow-shaped lightning, and found that he failed to make merits twice, so he gave up.

If you meet an opponent, you will meet a talented person.

For the first time, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he had met a real challenge on the battlefield.

"Go, he doesn't dare to chase for now."

The two continued to walk towards the depths of the forest.

The rain curtain also became their cover. After a certain distance, coupled with the cover of the jungle, Louis Verveld completely lost the figure of the two of them.

But none of the people he sent out came back, so it must be more or less a disaster.

As Zhao Chuanxin was walking, he suddenly staggered and fell, and never got up again.

In a daze, he vaguely saw Wilhelmina's delicate and pretty face, full of worry, and kept calling his name.

But her voice became more and more ethereal and distant, gradually dissipating in her ears until she lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Zhao Chuanxin first smelled a fishy smell.

His head rested on a soft place...

(End of this chapter)