Chapter 458 Two to One
Bang, bang, bang!
Continuous gunfire was heard again. Hu Erlie, Ma Mian Emissary, fired with his two guns and wished he could riddle Longa Moli with bullet holes right away.
However, the Commander of the Sixth Regiment in Cross Legion was also strong.
Longa Moli suddenly jumped to the left the instant Hu Erlie pulled the trigger. In a whoosh, he rolled more than ten meters away like a pangolin.
Bullets whistled behind Longa Moli, leaving a series of bullet holes in the ground. But the bullets still missed him in the end.
“You are the big horse-face, right? Only you could sneak up on me and shoot in the back.” Dodging the bullets, Longa Moli quickly hid behind a tree.
“Idiot!” Hu Erlie yelled and once again pounced on Longa Moli with his guns.
At this time, Hu Erlie was really homicidal. He pulled the trigger as he moved forward. The bullets slammed into the tree, scattering pieces of wood.
Click!
However, when Hu Erlie was only a meter from the tree, Longa Moli suddenly leapt behind the tree with a slender iron sword in hand. And then he directly thrust at the muzzle of the pistol in Hu Erlie’s right hand with the sword.
The pistol clicked apart in Hu Erlie’s hand, its metal parts cracking open towards the left.
Meanwhile, the pistol in Hu Erlie’s left hand had no ammunition left, making a rattling sound.
“Big horse-face, you are so ugly. Today I will let you know how powerful the Commander of the Sixth Regiment is. The masters of the Cross Legion are all the best knights in the west. I will kill you with my iron sword.” Longa Moli laughed and roared after destroying Hu Erlie’s pistol with the sword.
However, Hu Erlie actually smiled at this moment. He immediately reached out his right hand and grabbed the tip of the iron sword when his pistol came apart.
Knight’s iron sword had a cylindrical body, which wouldn’t hurt people who grabbed it with bare hands. It seemed that Hu Erlie had been waiting for his opponent to get hooked from the beginning.
“You....”
“You want to fight using swords? Or you like fighting hand-to-hand? Do you have a death wish or something?”
Hu Erlie roared and suddenly tugged at the sword before his opponent landing on the ground.
Swoosh!
The knight’s iron sword was snatched and thrown away by Hu Erlie.
In the meantime, Longa Moli finally landed on the ground. He bent over like a dangerous aggressive beast, his eyes fixed on Hu Erlie. “I am the Commander of the Sixth Regiment in the Cross Legion, a real Western knight. I can defeat you without weapons.”
“You remind me of Big Boss Yama’s dictum: don’t talk nonsense when you can fight!” Hu Erlie taunted and pounced on his opponent, holding out his arms.
Humph!
Longa Moli snorted and also pounced upon Hu Erlie. Instead of fighting like masters, the two were locked in a dogfight, gripping each other’s shoulders.
At this time, the two were competing with each other in their strength and combat skills. Apparently Longa Moli was a superb western fighter, who squatted down and leaned forward to fend off Hu Erlie. And he also kept moving quickly in an attempt to take the good chance and knock down Hu Erlie.
Ha-ha!
After fighting for a while, Hu Erlie suddenly laughed, “Idiot, how silly you are. It seems that you don’t know that I am a Mogolian. How dare you wrestle with a Mogolian like me! I’ll kill you.”
Boom!
While speaking, Hu Erlie grabbed his opponent’s shoulders and suddenly pulled back. And then he kicked his right leg near the ground and wrestled Longa Moli to the ground.
Plop!
Longa Moli’s bulk was thrown on the ground with a bang. Stars danced before his bulging eyes.
Bang, bang, bang....
Presently, Hu Erlie jumped and sat on Longa Moli’s body, hitting him hard on the face with big fists.
“Oh, d*mn it, you are so cunning.... Ah!” Longa Moli screamed out.
Hu Erlie punched more heavily and said ruthlessly, “I’m not cunning, but you are so stupid. Go to the hell.”
Snap!
After cursing, Hu Erlie punched Longa Moli on the throat, shattering his throat bone. Longa Moli’s eyes instantly popped and then closed slowly and completely.
Presently Hu Erlie took out a soul-reaper token and placed it on the body of Longa Moli, the Commander of the Sixth Regiment. “Red-haired man, your soul is the strongest one that I have reaped. I will press on.”
After saying that, Hu Erlie turned around and left in a hurry.
Meanwhile, the smoke of gunpowder enveloped the entire Feng Wen Island. Shots were fired about in all directions which sounded like setting off firecrackers on New Year’s Eve.
On the east side of Feng Wen Island, ten members of the Cross Legion moved quietly towards a half-built building. At this moment, ten members of Netherworld showed up and sprayed bullets into those from the Cross Legion from all sides.
Ten people were instantly shot dead in the first round.
Other members of the Cross Legion were attracted by the firing. Another ten people suddenly appeared and opened fire on those of Netherworld. They not only raked the building with gunfire but also threw grenades into it.
Boom, boom....
Nearly ten minutes later, continuous gunfire was accompanied with an explosion for the first time.
Two men of Netherworld were injured and three were killed by grenades in the attack.
Fortunately, Hu Erlie appeared at this critical moment. Ma Mian continued to fire with two pistols. He easily killed ten people like a ghost from Netherworld who was responsible for reaping souls.
On the northeast side of Feng Wen Island, ten soldiers of Netherworld were forced into a newly constructed canal by thirty soldiers of the Cross Legion.
“Brothers, we have no way back.”
“Let’s fight to the death! We are members of Netherworld. We cannot give in.”
“Ten of us can take thirty lives of the Cross Legion together. It’s worth the effort.”Visit vi p novel. com
The ten members of Netherworld who were forced into the canal all took death calmly and their faces grew solemn.
Boom!
At this moment, a grenade was thrown into the canal. It fell at the foot of a member of Netherworld on the far left and then exploded.
The force of the explosion caused a wave of blood to splash upward in the canal. The air resounded with smoke and dust.
“D*mn it, Pigapo was blown up. I’ll kill them.” A soldier of Netherworld whose face was bloody and calf was wounded rushed out of the canal, shouting loudly.
However, this soldier was raked with bullets before he fired.
Another member of Netherworld died. No, three people died exactly because the grenade just killed more than one person.
However, the dead soldier did help the other seven soldiers of Netherworld gain precious time.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Four grenades flew out of the canal, heading towards the soldiers of the Cross Legion who besieged the canal.
Seven members of Netherworld rushed out as the grenades exploded.
There was a rattle of rifle-fire.
Seven members of Netherworld who were not afraid of death fired madly at their opponents. Because of the power of the grenades, they instantly killed a dozen enemies.
However, the enemy were still numerically superior and were not inferior to Netherworld in combat effectiveness.
After the surprise raid, seventeen or eighteen soldiers of the Cross Legion also counterattacked crazily.
Why was the gunfire so heavy and horrible on the Feng Wen Island? It was because these fighters of the two parties were all the elites in the western underground world, who dared to fight to the death to defend their honor.
The two parties did risk all in this desperate battle.
Two minutes later, the sound of shooting could no longer be heard near the canal. A soldier of Netherworld knelt on the ground, blood blurring his vision. He held his gun with both hands and simpered, “It’s worth it. It’s worth it. They all died. Ten of us killed thirty enemies. We don’t lose... face!”
After saying the last sentence, this soldier of Netherworld couldn’t hold any more and fell to the ground with a thud.
This was the real war, cruel and ruthless. There was no eternal victory. And the way to victory was also paved with blood and bones.
This battle was just one of many tragedies that had engulfed the Feng Wen Island. Although Netherworld had topographical advantages, the number of enemy was three times that of them. It was easy for the enemy to obtain an advantage over Netherworld.
So the soldiers of Netherworld could only fight desperately and managed to seize the fruits of victory by involving themselves in suicide attacks.
“F*ck!”
Fifteen minutes after the battle began, an angry shout suddenly came from the jungle. “Longa Moli was killed. It’s the soul-reaper messenger. It’s the soul-reaper token of Hu Erlie, Ma Mian from Netherworld! D*mn it, I will kill that big ugly horse-face.”
It was Ding Langpu, the Commander of the Seventh Regiment in the Cross Legion, who just yelled. His brown curly hair almost stood on end at this time.
“Ha-ha! Don’t waste time shouting. I will let you accompany your companion in the hell right away.”
At this moment, Hu Erlie’s voice sounded above Ding Langpu. Presently Ma Mian quickly jumped down from the tree and intended to stamp on Ding Langpu’s head.
“F*ck, you have to wait until the next life if you want to kill me.” Ding Langpu shouted and suddenly rushed forward. However, after running about one and a half meters, he suddenly pranged back and kicked Hu Erlie in the underbelly.
Just then, Hu Erlie landed on the ground and kneed Ding Langpu.
Bang!
Bumping his knee on Ding Langpu’s foot with a dull thud, Hu Erlie was forced to step backwards. And Ding Langpu sprang forward again.
As Hu Erlie took three steps back, a bald man suddenly appeared behind him.
“Humph! I’ve heard that the soul-reaper messengers of Netherworld are all powerful fighters, and you each have a unique skill. We have never underestimated our opponents.” The bald man sneered as he punched Hu Erlie on the back, hands folded.
D*mn it!
Hu Erlie swore and turned around abruptly, arms crossed above his head.
Bang!
As the two strong men collided, even the trees around them vibrated violently.
The two of them immediately separated and stepped back simultaneously.
But Ding Langpu rushed towards Hu Erlie again while Hu Erlie stepping back. “Ugly horse-face, two to one. You are doomed!”
A big iron sword appeared in Ding Langpu’s hand at this time. In a whoosh, he wielded the sword behind Hu Erlie’s head.
Dangerous!
At this moment, Hu Erlie tilted his head slightly. Never before had he felt so desperate.
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