At night, the militants were finally exhausted by the drag, they didn't want to chase anymore, they really didn't want to chase, because they couldn't catch up, and there were still casualties in the process of chasing.

This breath that I can't swallow has to be swallowed as the night comes, and as the vision slowly loses, I have to swallow it if I can't swallow it.

But when they swallowed this breath to rest, Ge Zhen and Hu Hailang began to take action.

"Khooth!"

"Khooth!"

The two men drew their sabers and hid themselves in the darkness of the mountains and forests, like ghosts.

"Like last time." Hu Hailang said in a low voice.

"Are you okay?" Ge Zhen seemed to be smiling.

Hu Hailang didn't speak, grabbed the saber and touched forward, Ge Zhen grinned, and silently touched in another direction.

The militants are very tired and tired, and even if they are familiar with the environment here, even if they often march in this environment, they cannot withstand the day of fighting, death, blood and exhaustion.

Four sentries were put on guard, and the militants rested in place, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

A sentry leaned against a tree with a rifle, yawning and waiting anxiously for the next sentry.

His vigilance was already low, low, and his sharpness had been reduced to a minimum with exhaustion.

In the darkness, a saber slowly protruded from the right side of the tree, moving little by little, and placed it on the sentry's neck.

"Hah-"

The sentry yawned, still not realizing that death had come.

"Whew! ——”

The saber slashed into his neck with lightning speed, and a hand reached out from behind to cover his mouth, and then the blade slashed hard.

Half of his neck was snapped, and the sentry, who had been extremely tired, woke up in an instant, but immediately fell into an eternal slumber.

The body was dragged behind a tree, and in less than a minute, Ge Zhen put on the clothes of a militant and walked out with a gun in his hand.

On the other side, Hu Hailang killed a sentry at the same speed and touched in.

"Shh~" Ge Zhen booed another sentry not far away.

"Smack!"

He lit a cigarette and beckoned at him.

"Cigarettes?" The sentry was amazed and immediately walked over with his gun on his back.

Cigarettes are an absolute luxury for them, and smoking a cigarette in such a sleepy and deprived situation is nothing short of fairy.

Ge Zhen waved his hand, and when the other party came to him, the moment he lowered his head, the saber he was holding in his forehand pierced directly into his throat.

"Poof!"

The sentry's eyes widened, and he reached for his gun, but only to swing it twice in the back before collapsing to the ground.

Ge Zhen took out his saber, snuffed out his cigarette, took off the hat on the other party's head, covered the saber in his right hand, and walked over to the groups of resting militants in a big way.

These militants slept very deeply, and occasionally a few who were awakened only opened their eyes to see, and continued to sleep with their eyes closed after seeing that it was their own people.

Ge Zhen came to a gathering place of militants, his eyes flashed with excitement, he stretched out his left hand to cover a person's mouth and nose, and the saber in his right hand stabbed him in the throat.

"Whew!"

The sharp saber penetrated directly, and the blood that flowed out was blocked by the hat on the saber, making the sound of blood spurting disappear.

The sleeping militants only had time to open their eyes and kick their feet, and they died completely.

Immediately afterwards, Ge Zhen killed one by one, the blood light in his eyes became more and more intense, and Hu Hailang was stunned for a while, forgetting that he also had to kill together.

After killing one pile after another, the strong smell of blood filled the air, making people can't help but feel the urge to vomit.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

“……”

When Ge Zhen killed dozens of them one by one, Hu Hailang came in and began to kill with the other party.

The two of them are completely killing chickens and dogs, and they are ruthless and ruthless, solving one in an average of five seconds.

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

“……”

Life is so fragile, many times without even having a chance to resist, you will die unconsciously.

There were hundreds of militants, all of whom died under the swords of two people.

Ge Zhen is the executioner, Hu Hailang is also the executioner, and for the leaders of the militants, they are the devil who kills like hemp.

Only one alive was left - the leader of the militants.

When the leader was woken up from his sleep, he saw the two faces in front of him, and subconsciously let out a loud roar while drawing his gun.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The sound echoed through the mountains and forests, but the leader found that none of his people moved, and all seemed to be asleep.

Almost instantly, he felt a coldness rush from his feet to the top of his head, his entire scalp tingled, and all the goosebumps on his body exploded.

Dead, all dead, all his people dead!

The right hand pulls out the pistol to stop because the pistol is no longer there.

"Hehehe...... Lao Hu, your killing speed is a bit slow, and the person with your right hand has not even killed half of it. Ge Zhen stared at the leader and said to Hu Hailang with a smile.

"Will you kill this or will I kill this?" Hu Hailang did not answer directly, and looked at the leader of the militants.

"That's up to him to cooperate." Ge Zhen stretched out his hand and touched the other party's face, and burst into a bright smile: "The way the two of us kill people is a little different, I kill people more happily, and I like to make people die instantly." What about him...... Killing people is more grinding, and he likes to torture people for a while before killing them. I killed seventy percent of these people of yours, and he only killed thirty percent...... Do you want to be killed by me, or do you want to be killed by him? Hehehe......"

The voice was tantamount to the devil in hell, and the eyes of the leader of the militants showed despair, and sweat covered his entire cheeks.

He knew that he would die today, and that the only choice he could make was to die with pain and death without pain.

"I beg you ......"

"Don't beg, it's useless." Ge Zhen scratched his head and smiled: "Of course, I'm not unreasonable. If you can answer our questions well, then ...... Don't look at me with hopeful eyes, I won't let you go, but I'll give you three minutes to escape. As long as you can answer our questions, I'll give you this opportunity, and don't blame if you're dead or alive in three minutes. ”

The leader of the militants nodded vigorously, although he did not say that he would not be killed, and it was possible that giving three minutes of escape time was an opportunity in itself.

Three minutes, according to his familiarity with the terrain of the mountains and forests, escaping should not be a big problem.

"Good, good...... Ask, as long as I know it, I'll tell you it all! The leader of the militants nodded vigorously.

He is now on the spring between life and death, he can die or live, and in the case of the same field, anyone will compromise on this spring.

The reason is very simple, if you give him the despair of death and give him a hope of life, you can arouse his desire to live.

Ge Zhen grasped this very well, he is too good at using people's psychology.

……