Doing what they could, the veterans who knew that they could no longer hold on to the fourth hundred began to line out automatically, and there were still most of the people on the field, lined up in several rows, the bayonets were still shiny, the blades were still immovable in the air, and the only thing that moved was the disobedient sweat running down their necks. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ready! Kill! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

There were fewer people in the Assassins, but the atmosphere on the field was more dignified, with low legs, falling to the ground, three forces in one, spirit and spirit in one, and bursting out with a shot that shattered the enemy's liver and gall.

Another hundred thrusts passed, and a dozen more veterans exited the queue.

The sixth one hundred strokes. There were about two dozen people left on the field

The seventh hundred. There were less than ten people left on the field

There were three people left on the field at the eighth hundred.

The three of them were arrayed in a zigzag formation, their breath panting slightly, but their hands did not tremble, and the steady tip of the knife was fixed in the eyes of every onlooker.

"Do you see the one on the left, he is Shen Chong, who picked the bayonet and picked the three of our student soldiers." The student soldiers began to talk in a low voice, and it was the handsome man who had come to Shen Chong Huo Xiaoshan to enter the blue-clothed society, his name was Wei Jianxing.

"It turns out that this guy is so powerful, and our infantry team is not unjust at all." Someone next to him chimed in.

"Don't talk about our infantry team, even those veterans were beaten down by him, I saw it with my own eyes that day." Wei Jianxing said with the expression of a die-hard fan.

"Hey, who's that one at the front? I remember, it's the guy who rode all over the field. "Someone said

"It seems that he is also very good at fighting bayonets, maybe he can win against Shen Chong, or he will stand at the front." Some people speculated that this person still had a point in saying this, and he didn't have the guts, who would dare to stand in the front, after all, there were two bayonets pointing at the back.

"Silence!" The captain of the infantry replied again, and all the student soldiers immediately shut up again.

At this time, the only remaining veteran on the right side of the field took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

This veteran's name is Ma Liancai, and he is usually quite familiar with Huo Shen, because he is also a person in the same dormitory as Huo Shen.

No one on the field spoke, but at this time, Ma Liancai knew that he had to insist, which had nothing to do with him and Huo Xiaoshan Shen Chong, because he, Ma Liancai, represented the honor of the veteran.

That crazy Shen Chong didn't mention it, he also lost to him two days ago, but he didn't expect that the kid who didn't look very strong who came with Shen Chong would have such good physical strength, I don't know if I can hold up a hundred strokes, and I don't know if the two guys standing with me can hold up a few hundred strokes.

"Report sir!" The veteran in the field shouted, his voice a little hoarse from the continuous shouting.

"Say!" Instructor Kong replied.

"Can I take my shirt off?" The veteran asked.

"Yes!" Instructor Kong approved his request.

Ma Liancai, Shen Chong and Huo Xiaoshan all took off their already sweaty shirts one after another.

The bulging flesh on Ma Liancai's body is the most obvious, he is in stark contrast to the thin visible ribs of most Chinese soldiers nowadays, but what is more obvious is the scars on his body, large or small, long or short, with gunshot wounds and knife wounds, the hideous scars seem to tell the bloody experience of its master on the battlefield, and the honor of the veteran makes all those present awe-inspired.

Shen Chong also has several scars on his body, but this scar is not a bayonet, but a Japanese samurai sword, whenever he sees the scars on his body, he will think of the tragic death of his father and mother under the Japanese samurai sword, and it is precisely because he remembers this tragedy that revenge makes him a martial madman.

And the kid who is said to be riding the black lightning all over the field has no scar, but at this time, all the onlookers found that the muscles on the kid who thought he was not very strong were not exaggerated but strong and restrained, and the chest muscles, deltoid muscles, and abdominal muscles gave people a feeling like a small stone, as if they could burst out with infinite strength.

"The ninth hundred! Kill! Instructor Kong ordered.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The killing sound shouted by the three people was certainly not as earth-shattering as the hundreds of people shouted, but the slightly hoarse shout shook the nerves of everyone present, and the momentum was like a storm crashing on the shore and like a lion roaring in Buddhism.

The perimeter of the field was already surrounded by soldiers, who formed a circle around the three of them, moving as they moved.

"You can see the tips of the two people in the back start to tremble."

"yes, my feet can't seem to keep up."

"It seems to be still the gun of the kid in front of you."

In the whispered discussion of the soldiers, the ninth hundred strokes were over, as the audience could see, the guns in the hands of Shen Chong and Ma Liancai, who were in the back, were already unstable, and they felt that the consumption of physical strength was almost to the extreme, but it was not yet the last moment, and they must not admit defeat.

"The tenth hundred, ready! Kill! Instructor Kong ordered again, although he still kept his face stiff, he couldn't hide his admiration for the three soldiers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Shen Chong and the veteran Ma Liancai's physical strength was almost at the limit, their footsteps had begun to float, and the trembling of the Zhongzheng gun in their hands was getting bigger and bigger.

"Nine hundred and seventy-eight!" I don't know which soldier secretly counted suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"Kill!"

"Nine hundred and seventy-nine!" The voice of one person immediately became the voice of dozens of people.

"Kill!"

"Nine hundred and eighty!" After that, it became a shout of hundreds of people.

"Kill!"

"Nine hundred and eighty-one!" In the end, it became the shouts of everyone, both soldiers and officers, and everyone had already ignored military discipline, as if they wanted to add strength to the three people who were stabbing forward in the field through their own hard shouts.

"Nine hundred and eighty-two! Kill! Nine hundred and eighty-three! Kill! …… Nine hundred and ninety-one! Kill! ”

Shen Chong finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Nine hundred and ninety-two thrusts, he held the medium formal rifle that seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties at this time, his hands trembled, and finally he had no strength to stab out again, and then finally reluctantly put away the gun, put the butt on the ground, held the body of the gun, squatted on the ground and gasped for breath, he gave up.

Because he once again understood that even if he was tired to death, he couldn't compare to the "demon" in front of him.

The thousands of onlookers let out a loud sigh, but immediately began to count them again.

"Nine hundred and ninety-three! Kill! "Nine hundred and ninety-four! Kill! ”……

At this time, Ma Liancai couldn't hold on, he stabbed out the nine hundred and ninety-ninth shot with all his might, but the rifle in his hand was only half pierced out but could not be handed out, his trembling hands tried to rush forward, but he stumbled and pierced the bayonet directly to the ground, holding the gun body with his hand, bent down, and began to gasp for breath, he had undoubtedly exhausted the last trace of physical strength.

But the honor of the soldier made it impossible for him to sit on the ground, so the weight of his whole body was pressed on the rifle he was holding, and more than half a meter of bayonets had been pressed to the ground by him.

I have to admit that there is always a limit to human physical strength.

It's like running 100 meters, if the best sprinter can run 9.58 seconds, if he can improve this record by 0.01 seconds, it will be a huge breakthrough, and like a weightlifter, if his limit is to lift 198 kilograms, as long as he adds 0.5 kilograms to break the world record, but he can't lift 198.5 kilograms, otherwise there will not be so many regrets in the world.

It was in this situation that Shen Chong and Ma Liancai had to give up the final stab when they had reached their limit.

Everyone's eyes were already focused on the kid who was still capable of making a thrust, and by this time he had completed the nine hundred and ninety-ninth shot.

He paused slightly, pointed forward with his gun in both hands, and the bayonet was as high as his eyebrows, but it did not stab.

What's wrong with him, can't he be stabbed, just when everyone just started to have this thought, they heard this kid's tongue bloom with spring thunder, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

The spear is like a dragon, the momentum is like a rainbow, this kid stabbed an earth-shattering and unpredictable shot!

The light of the bayonet was so cold, so fast, so powerful, that the viewer had the illusion that the space had been pierced by the shot, and a chill instantly soaked the hearts of all who saw it.

The thousandth shot was over, and everyone looked at the young man in front of them with some distraction, wondering if he would continue to stab.

At this time, seeing that the kid put away the gun, stood upright, turned around, the young slightly dark and healthy face was flushed because of the continuous stabbing, he glanced at the surrounding black and suppressed crowd, and suddenly grinned, this smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, with a fresh breath like spring flowers blooming willows, in his smile, the chill caused by the unpredictable shot just now melted away without a trace in an instant.