Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 397 Strong Enemy
"Sir, who do you think will win in the end?" The young guard at the South Gate of Ghana saw that there was no one around, and asked the veteran who was leaning against the city wall and smoking tobacco in a low voice.

There was a ferocious scar on the veteran's face, which was left when he fought the prisoner army. He took a deep breath of tobacco leaves, looked at the gray sky and sighed: "Whoever wins? , You can live a day is a day."

Now the melee in the Wangjing area has been going on for several weeks. Most of the dozens of princes who fought in the melee were killed, and the 20 imperial guards also fell apart. Now, no one can predict what the future will hold.

Looking at the muddy road in the east, the veteran thought to himself: Maybe only the Ninth Prince Long Han led the army back to quell the chaos here, but then the veteran shook his head again, whether he can live to that time is still a question.

"Being a soldier eats food, just do your own thing well, and we don't get involved in the things above as a soldier..." The veteran taught the recruits earnestly.

Just as the old soldier was talking vigorously, the recruit, who always talked a lot, didn't respond. The old soldier felt strange and raised his head to meet Shangfeng Qingyang's cold eyes.

Seeing the blood-dripping sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, the veteran jumped up quickly, regardless of the stabbing gun on the ground, turned around and fled. He has many years of experience in the army, and it is not a fluke that he survived.

"Enemy..." The old soldier's throat just issued a note, ready to shout a warning, but the knife flashed, and the old soldier's head flew high.

The veteran saw his blood-spitting headless corpse rolling down in the snow, and he also saw the recruit standing guard with him lying in the mud in a strange posture, his consciousness gradually became confused, and finally became into darkness.

Countless combat boots passed by the veteran's headless corpse and headed straight for the city of Ghana. These special warfare soldiers in black armor looked cold and murderous.

"The left side of the first and second teams, the right wing of the third and fourth teams, and the rest follow me!" Feng Qingyang, the captain of the team, quickly assigned tasks with a calm and forceful tone.

A hundred special operations soldiers were quickly divided into three teams and entered the city of Ghana.

The wet streets are full of debris discarded by the people fleeing, and the chaos and haste of the people fleeing can be judged by the light wind of the discarded items on the street.

The doors of the shops and dwellings on both sides of the street have been broken, creaking in the cold wind, and the inside is also in chaos. Obviously, it has been looted.

Bloodstains were faintly left on the street, broken weapons were scattered randomly, and the charred corpses already gave off a rotten smell. It was obvious that there had been a fierce fight here.

The special soldiers searched carefully along the streets, but apart from the destroyed houses and the ruins scorched by the fire, the whole city was like a dead city, full of dead silence.

The sound of the boots stepping on the wet street made the sound of stepping on it, which made the city even more empty.

Feng Qingyang held the saber in his hand with a tense expression. They had walked through the entire street without even seeing a single enemy patrol. This strange atmosphere made him feel that something was wrong.

When passing through a street corner, Feng Qingyang suddenly stretched out his arm, clenched his fist and waved vigorously, and the nine special forces soldiers who followed him suddenly stopped.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Yang Sen ran to Feng Qingyang's side in small steps from behind, and asked in a low voice.

"Tell everyone to be vigilant, I don't feel right." Feng Qingyang inspected the surrounding ruins with serious eyes.

Boom!Before Feng Qingyang could finish his words, an arrow with a sharp whistling sound had crashed into Yang Sen's chest beside him. The huge force caused Yang Sen's body to fly backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Miscellaneous!" Feng Qingyang cursed, raised the shield in his right hand, blocked it in front of him, and quickly swept towards the fallen Yang Sen.

Arrows like locusts kept coming, hitting the wind-blown iron shield with a tinkling sound, and the splashing sparks made his skin feel scorching pain.

Feng Qingyang grabbed Yang Sen's body and quickly dragged him to the corner of the ruins. The other special soldiers had already hid in a safe place when they were attacked.

"Hurry up and bandage him!" Feng Qingyang handed Yang Sen to a special soldier, while he himself held the saber and observed the attacker's position with eyes full of anger.

"Boss, they're coming!" Huya's face was serious, he held his saber tightly, and his body was arched, like a wild beast ready to attack at any time.

"The building opposite has their sniper archers!" Ling Feng, who was leaning against the wall of the ruins, reminded.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang's brain is spinning rapidly, judging the form of the enemy and the enemy. According to the reason, his own actions have never been leaked, and the other party has obviously ambushed for a long time. Isn't it aimed at himself and others?

Whether to fight or withdraw is a question that Feng Qingyang is currently struggling with. Hearing the sound of fast and dense footsteps on the street, Feng Qingyang gestured an attack gesture to several special warfare soldiers hiding across the street.

"Huya, take two people around from behind and kill the sniper archers in the building opposite."

"Understood." Huya waved to the two special soldiers behind him in a low voice: "Follow me." After speaking, he kicked his feet on the ground, jumped over the collapsed half-section wall, and disappeared in Feng Qingyang's field of vision. middle.

Twenty knifemen with long knives on the long street are quickly running towards Feng Qingyang's hiding place. They are agile, and it is obvious that they have undergone strict training.

"Kill!" Suddenly, Feng Qingyang yelled loudly, and kicked over the fragile earth wall, and the flying mud all over the sky immediately drowned the two red-clothed swordsmen approaching.

Puff!After two muffled bangs, the bodies of the two swordsmen had been knocked upside down by Feng Qingyang's body and flew out.

The rest of the swordsmen obviously didn't expect Feng Qingyang to be so powerful. After a second of stunned, they all raised the long swords in their hands and rushed over.

The remaining five special forces soldiers also jumped out of their hiding places. The originally quiet street suddenly became noisy. The two sides started a scuffle, with blood flying, screams, gold and iron colliding, and people dying The wailing one after another.

This is a group of powerful enemies, with ferocious and savage attacks, and almost every strike is a fatal blow. It is obviously difficult for the special warfare soldiers to adapt to such a powerful enemy suddenly.

Since the establishment of the special warfare battalion, the standard has always been high. Not only are the soldiers elite, but also the weapons and equipment are first-class. However, most of their opponents were ordinary soldiers before. Melee.

However, the special warfare soldiers are all first-class elites, and the blood in their bones was stimulated when they encountered a strong enemy, and their faces were excited. Although they suffered a lot of injuries at the beginning, they became more and more courageous as they fought.

"Ah!" A swordsman cut off his head after several rounds of fighting with Feng Qingyang. This is the first person who died in the two minutes of fighting.

There was also the sound of fierce fighting from the building in the distance, as well as Huya's roar. Obviously, Huya, who was responsible for taking out the opponent's sniper archer, also encountered a strong enemy.

Although the head of the black-clothed swordsman looked calm, there was a huge wave in his heart. The strength of this new group of enemies has exceeded their imagination. In just a few minutes, he had already killed five elites.

I besieged the opponent with 20 people but couldn't take the opponent, but the opponent became more and more courageous. At this moment, the leader of the black swordsman also discovered that this group of powerful enemies was not the target of himself and others, but that the two sides collided by mistake Together.

"Quick!" hurried footsteps came from one end of the street, and two teams of 40 special forces soldiers rushed to support them when they heard the movement.

"The wind is tight! Shout out!" The black-clothed knife leader saw reinforcements from the other side, turned around and withdrew without hesitation.

The black-clothed swordsmen were strong, and they wanted to leave with all their heart. Although Feng Qingyang wanted to delay them, they were entangled by the dead soldiers left behind by the black-clothed swordsmen.

After working together with the two reinforcement teams to kill the six dead soldiers, the rest of the swordsmen had turned into the street corner and disappeared.

"Don't chase, be careful to ambush." ​​Feng Qingyang stopped the special soldiers from chasing.

"Boss, this group is not weak." Huya also came out of the building with two wounded special soldiers, holding five bloody heads in his hand.

"You are hurt?"

"The arm was melted with a knife, it's not a problem."

Feng Qingyang squatted down, stretched out his hand and groped carefully on the dead enemy's body, trying to find something to prove the opponent's identity, and finally his eyes rested on the sword tattoo on the opponent's arm.

"Boss, a large number of corpses were found around the official office." At this moment, another team of special forces soldiers sent to report.

(End of this chapter)