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Chapter 23: Eagle Warrior

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    It turned out that when the militant tried his best to buckle his gun belt and roll around desperately, it was ineffective. When he was dying, he suddenly changed direction, pulled out a black dagger from his waist with his right hand, and inserted it into Cheng Chong's body.  of the right thigh.

    It's just that at this moment, the militant's consciousness was blurred due to severe lack of oxygen in his brain, and the strength he could use was not very great. After the dagger was inserted into Cheng Chong's thigh, he was powerless, but his right hand kept holding the handle of the knife tightly.  Reluctant to relax at all.

    Cheng Chong grimaced in pain. The cold dagger stabbed into his thigh. The cold and sharp stinging feeling was not pleasant at all.  But Cheng Chong didn't care, gritted his teeth, and still pulled the Bayi rifle tightly without relaxing at all, letting the heartbreaking pain in his thighs, tossing and testing himself wantonly, letting the bright red  Blood slowly soaked into his pants.

    Cheng Chong knew very well that this was a critical moment for his life, and the militant was acting out his final act of madness.  And if I only care about my own wounds at this moment and only need to relax for half a moment, then the militants will break free immediately, and in this way, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

    There is a saying that only those who are cruel to themselves will be more cruel to their enemies.

    Under Cheng Chong's iron-fisted hands, the militant finally calmed down, but when he saw his legs kicked off, his body twitched for a moment, and then he died, although there was still a trace of blood in his eyes.  Endless confusion and unwillingness.

    Seeing that the other party no longer had any vital signs, Cheng Chong slowly and tentatively let go of his hands. For fear that the other party would resurrect, he used force and twisted the other party's neck crookedly to the side.

    After doing this, Cheng Chong looked at his right thigh carefully and saw that the blood had stained his trousers red. Although the militant released his right hand, the dagger was still firmly inserted into his right thigh.  Go up, it's really infiltrating people.

    Cheng Chong endured the bone-piercing pain, took a breath quietly, mustered up his courage, suddenly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and quickly pulled out the dagger.  Then he quickly took off his cotton pants, and saw that blood was still pouring from the wound, showing no signs of stopping.

    No, the bleeding must be stopped immediately, otherwise, let alone a human being, even a behemoth-like beast cannot withstand such endless bleeding!

    ¡°However, I didn¡¯t have anything to stop the bleeding, and I didn¡¯t even bring a regular first aid kit with me.  Cheng Chong subconsciously looked at the militant's body and saw that the militant's white turban looked a bit like gauze. Without thinking much, he cut off the long turban with a dagger, and then didn't have time to disinfect it.  To treat the wound, he used the white scarf as a hemostatic gauze and tied it tightly.

    After a pause, he hunched over and tentatively stood up slowly.  However, after all, the right thigh was injured. Sometimes when the right leg was stressed, the pain would immediately make him grin and he couldn't help himself.  But at this moment, he couldn't care about this at all, because not only had the revenge not been avenged, but the situation was also very dangerous.

    He began to quickly check the opponent's weapons and ammunition. The militant was carrying an AK47 rifle.  This AK47 rifle was designed and manufactured by the former Soviet firearms designer Kalashnikov. At that time, it was called a classic of the world's firearms. It is simple, stable, durable, and low-cost and cheap. Even today, it is still one of the big guns in the world.  The beloved of terrorists big and small.

    It¡¯s just that the body of this poor AK47 rifle is rusty and the parts are mottled. It can be seen that this poor rifle came into their hands without any maintenance at all.  However, this gun is stable and stable, and it will not affect its use at this moment.

    Cheng Chong briefly checked the ammunition. There were not many bullets in the magazine on the rifle, but the militant still carried a live ammunition magazine, which was full of bullets.  In addition, no more lethal weapons such as grenades were found.

    Cheng Chong successfully took over the gun and bullets. With the bullets, Cheng Chong felt more at ease for the time being. Otherwise, he would have been chased by the enemy as if he were prey, but he couldn't fight back. Not only was it extremely dangerous, it was also damn special.  It makes people feel suffocated and useless.

    As the saying goes: There is food in the barn, so don¡¯t panic.  That's probably what it means.

    After taking the gun and bullets for himself, Cheng Chong began to look at the dagger in his hand that stabbed him.  As a result, after looking carefully, Cheng Chong suddenly felt no hatred for the dagger. Instead, he couldn't help but feel happy, as if he had completely forgotten that it was the dagger that stabbed him.

    Wing Warrior 1683!  It turned out to be Eagle Warrior 1638!  , Cheng Chong thought hard and couldn't understand that this ordinary and ordinary militant could actually have a flying eagle warrior in his body.

      This jet-black and non-shining dagger is the world-famous Eagle Warrior 1683. This short dagger is produced in Italy. The blade is 6 mm thick and has a hardness of 58hrc. It can withstand almost any harsh environment in the wild.  The blade and hilt are integrated into one body, and it is completely black and does not reflect light at night. It is truly a must-have weapon for murders in dark and windy nights, and is also used by many of the world's top special forces daggers.

    "If there were a large-scale Olympic competition for military daggers from all over the world, this dagger would definitely be among the best, and there would be no doubt about it.

    Cheng Chong is an out-and-out knife fan. He not only loves knives, but is also very good at using them.  Before joining the army, he had always wanted to get a Flying Eagle Warrior, but he had never been able to do so.  Therefore, I can only settle for the next best thing and always carry a stainless steel blade with me.  But if you compare the Flying Eagle Warrior with the stainless steel blade, it's like a plane compared to a tank - one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.  There is absolutely no comparison.

    Cheng Chong quickly wiped off the blood on the Flying Eagle Warrior sword, then returned the sword to its sheath, and inserted it into the inside of his belt with some reluctance.  After all, this is not the time to play with daggers. We are outnumbered and the situation is extremely dangerous.

    After Cheng Chong finished all this, he bowed his body low, and then with a slight somersault, he fell into a small pit on the side.  He made up his mind at this time, and waited beside the militant. As long as another militant came looking for him, the newly obtained Flying Eagle Warrior would quickly unsheath in his hand and cut off his arm very quickly.  Throat, and quietly, without anyone noticing, and it will not be as strenuous as killing the militant just now.

    "It's a pity that Cheng Chong's wishful thinking was completely wrong, because the other militant did not play according to his routine at all.

    Seeing that his companion behind him had not followed, another armed man turned around and walked over with his rifle in hand. However, after taking a few steps, he didn't know whether he noticed something unusual or something, but he stopped walking and pulled  His throat crackled and he shouted several times.

    When Cheng Chong heard this, he felt bad, because he couldn't understand what the other party was shouting, and naturally it was impossible to talk to him. In this way, his plan to wait and see was ruined.

    ¡°When the militant received no reply, he immediately knew that the situation had changed and something abnormal had occurred.  He was not like the sentries in many movies who noticed an abnormality and ran over to see what was going on to satisfy his little curiosity. Instead, he raised his gun and fired two decisive shots into the sky.

    boom!  boom!  Two sharp and piercing gunshots tore apart the tranquility of the night sky.

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