Super Special Forces King

Chapter 397 Battle of Primitive Tribes (Part 2)

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After twisting the neck, cutting off the neck and holding the head in his hand, this post-killing method seemed to Zhang Feng too cruel.

Since the opponent has already been killed, why cut off his head?

Thinking that this might be the way the primitive tribes killed, I didn’t say much. Now that the secret whistle is killed, it is the moment to attack. The Johnson tribe was rescued from being detained, and then quickly retreated, returned to the station, and was really ready to move forward. But he was pulled by Johnson behind him, and said in his ear: "Brother Feng, my father said he wants to do it himself."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng frowned, and after a little hesitation, he nodded and said, "Alright, I also want to see the fighting power of your tribe."

Johnson translated what he said to his father, and the middle-aged man respectfully nodded at Zhang Feng, then waved to the man behind him.

Zhang Feng moved into the grass, crawling on the ground, dragging the automatic rifle in his hand, putting his finger on the trigger, and watching the situation coldly.

One by one, the indigenous big men, carrying crude steel knives in their hands, quickly lurked forward. Now that the secret whistle has been pulled out, their actions are extremely fast.

The blade cut through the skin and made a sound of ‘puff puff’, and the corner of Zhang Feng’s mouth evoked a helpless sneer. The scene in front of him seemed to be back to the era of cold weapons of the sword and shadow.

The other party's tribe also reacted, a sharp cry suddenly sounded, suddenly breaking the solemn silence in the darkness.

The two sides fought hand in hand, the skin spattered where the blade passed, blood spattered, and bones were broken!

This kind of killing is far more cruel than a long-range killing, with blood flowing freely, and the enemy is dying in front of him instead of in the sight. Both eyes can see the resentment and hatred in the eyes of the slain.

Throwing guns and whizzing past, pierced his chest and nailed the enemy to the ground. It was not immediately fatal, but the enemy grabbed a gun and wanted to pull it out, showing how fierce these indigenous people who were blowing and drinking blood were.

Johnson and his father are like two tigers going down the mountain, rushing into the crowd of each other unstoppably. Someone must have been chopped to the ground by the blade in the past, and the screams became the main theme of the jungle.

Feng didn't know when he also got out of Zhang Feng's backpack and landed beside him, licking his immature fangs, eager to try.

Zhang Feng took him in his arms, put him under his armpit, and said in a low voice: "This is not something you can participate in. Let's talk about it when you truly become the king of the grassland."

In his gaze, Johnson and the three indigenous people surrounded the center, not only did not panic, but became more fierce. The hunting knife dance in his hand was airtight, and the three of them were only able to resist.

On the other side, Johnson's father confronted another big man, who was actually much taller than Johnson, about two meters tall. It's just that his figure is not as strong as Johnson's, but rather thin.

What the man held in his hand was not a steel knife, but a stone hammer. The arm-thick wooden handle of a one-meter-long child is covered with a stone the size of a head.

The two people met without any words, and directly killed each other.

When the two or three converged, Johnson's father was obviously not low, and he kept backing away, and the steel knife in his hand was forcibly broken by the stone hammer.

Humph. Johnson's father staggered backwards three steps. He couldn't stand firmly and then fell to the ground. The stone hammer in his hand was about to rush to his head and hit him.

Johnson's father's eyes were wide-eyed, and it was obvious that he was going to die today!

At this critical moment, Zhang Feng, who was always paying attention to the battlefield situation, pulled the trigger decisively. "Puff." A gunshot sounded, and the howling bullets accurately broke the wooden handle of the stone hammer.

The huge stone hammer fell on the side of Johnson's father's head, no more than 20 centimeters apart.

The heart that had been hung up was then put down, his back was instantly wet with sweat, and Johnson's father knew that he was hitting a face with death.

The man who was hit by the broken stone hammer ‘chuck chump’ backed three steps, the powerful force of the bullet shook his jaws apart, and his palms were full of blood.

Zhang Feng's expression was also gloomy, and if this goes on, both sides will end up losing. He finally trudged here not to bring back a bunch of wounded soldiers, but to live and jump soldiers.

He stood up from the lurking ground, and threw a grenade toward the side of the jungle.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, and two big trees with thick mouths were blown off at the sound, which caused a huge fire.

The natives of the two primitive tribes strangling together were completely surprised by the explosion, and both stopped, and retreated to gather with their companions.

Fast forward with the gun, and at the same time he shouted: "Johnson, translate for me! Let everyone put down their weapons, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite! Mad, Lao Tzu doesn't want to take a group of people with missing arms and legs back. ."

Johnson's face was also a bit ugly. In just an instant, three people in his tribe were hacked to death, and two of them were seriously injured.

The translation of Zhang Feng's words shouted loudly at the moment, but the indigenous people on both sides did not move.

The natives of Johnson sitting in the tribe all turned their attention to Johnson's father, and they wanted to listen to the patriarch.

When the other party saw that they were slow to put down their weapons, it was naturally impossible to throw away the guy who saved their lives.

Seeing such a situation, Zhang Feng's face became more and more gloomy. It seems that we have to teach them a good lesson today, otherwise it will not be easy to manage even if they are taken back.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng decisively adjusted the muzzle, steadily and rhythmically pulled the trigger with his fingers, fired, and bullets roared out of the muzzle.

Accompanied by the low gunshots, the bullet fell under the feet of the soldiers on both sides in the front row, and a little bit of mud splashed. Both sides involuntarily retreated, looking at Zhang Feng who was rushing over in panic.

Zhang Feng shouted again: "Johnson told them that I am giving them three seconds, as long as they have not put down their weapons to kill the personality!"

Johnson's face was startled, he could hear the anger in Zhang Feng's tone, and immediately shouted: "If you haven't put down your weapon in three seconds, kill without mercy!" After roaring, he didn't forget to look at him anxiously. Father, nodded slightly and asked him to follow suit.

The face of Johnson's father kept changing, and he still ordered his people to throw their weapons on the ground.

The tall and thin natives on the other side obviously turned a deaf ear to Zhang Feng's words, and even saw the opponent put down their weapons in a posture that was eager to try.

Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Did not take my words seriously? This is what you asked for, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!