Chapter Fifty-two

  The bandit on the left saw Li Nan's gun sweeping towards him and immediately used his knife to block it while delivering a side kick to Li Nan's chest. Li Nan withdrew the bayonet from his rifle, then held it upwards and slammed the butt of the rifle downwards onto the bandit's shinbone as he kicked. If this hit its mark, it would be no ordinary injury. The 95-type steel-reinforced rifle butt was extremely hard, and even if it only hit the shin, it would still cause a comminuted fracture.

  Of course, this thug isn't a pushover either. If he could be taken down with such a simple move, then he wouldn't be in the "terrorist" business. This line of work definitely isn't that easy to get into.

  He only saw him, quickly withdrawing his front leg and landing on the ground, then lifting his back leg to continue sweeping towards him. Li Nan had also landed by this time. He only felt a gust of wind rushing towards him. "What a powerful kick!" Li Nan thought to himself.

  Just as his leg was about to kick his own head, Li Nan quickly lowered his head and pushed his shoulder forward, just in time to push against the man's right thigh. The bandit lost his balance and was slammed to the ground by Li Nan. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Nan picked up the gun and stabbed it towards the position of the bandit's heart. A stream of blood spurted out.

  At this moment, the bandit who was kicked down by him rushed towards him again. The gleaming dagger almost stabbed his lower back, Li Nan knew that at this time, it was too late to dodge or turn around. His left hand grasped the dagger that was stabbing towards him from behind. Blood dripped down his arm. The bandit continued to charge forward with force, trying to stab his lower back, but Li Nan's hand gripped the dagger like a steel pincer, he stretched his waist forward and slowly turned around. No matter how hard the bandit tried, his dagger didn't move forward another step. He was getting a bit panicked, it had been some years since he said "I'm a terrorist". This kind of person was someone he encountered for the first time.

  However, his heart was still quite good, and when the dagger couldn't stab in, he used force to pull it back and forth. Li Nan didn't catch him for a while. His palm was cut with a deep knife wound. But at this time, he had already forgotten about the severe pain on his hand. His right hand held the gun and stabbed again, drawing an arc in the air towards his neck. The bandit, because of using too much force when pulling out the dagger, didn't stand firm for a while, saw Li Nan's dagger chopping over, couldn't dodge in time, hastily stretched out his left hand to block. Only heard "Ka Cha" sound, his hand was cut off. He was groaning in pain. Li Nan didn't care about these, retracted the gun and continued to sweep back, the sharp blade lightly scratched his throat.

  Yuan Shuai is different from Li Nan, who has a bit of heroic spirit in his Jianghu duel. Yuan Shuai was never a martial artist to begin with, and his purpose was clear: to win, no matter what means he used. He had three bandits surrounding him, two holding knives and one holding a gun. As he charged forward, his left hand shook, and the dagger flew straight at the throat of one of the knife-wielding bandits, who fell to the ground with a thud.

  Yuan Shuai seems to be particularly interested in the enemy's neck, sometimes I wonder if his ancestors were pig killers. Pig killers are all like this, one knife stabbed into the pig's throat, and then bleed. He is also like this every time he uses it, always towards the opponent's throat.

  Two men beside him immediately rushed towards him, Yuan Shuai stabbed one of them with his bayonet while pulling out a 92-style pistol from his waist and fired at the other thug. The thug dodged his stab, and he shot again with a swift motion.

  He thought to himself, the reason why the bandits didn't open fire was because we were wearing bulletproof vests, otherwise they would have stopped at nothing. War is like that, there are no rules, victory is the ultimate goal being pursued.

  At this time more enemies charged towards them, but their second echelon had also come up. A grand melee of the Cold Weapon era began.

  Zhang Qipeng was still struggling with them in close combat, when he heard the gunshot and turned around to see that it was Yuan Shuai who had fired. He didn't know if he had forgotten or what earlier. Immediately, he also drew his pistol and started firing at the bandits. He might have been influenced by Yuan Shuai's actions, or maybe he felt that his own martial arts skills were not up to par. Anyway, he was different from Li Nan - as long as he could kill the enemy, that was all that mattered. Being able to kill the enemy meant being able to stay alive, and this was everyone's basic instinct. After all, people like Li Nan who would rather die than surrender were rare; who would make things complicated when they could be simple?

  More than a hundred people were killed in cold blood, and the scene was grand enough.

  The sound of screams, shouts, metal collisions, and painful groans filled the air.

  Those special soldiers who were on the battlefield for the first time may have had their morale boosted by Yuan Shuai and his two companions. Each of them fought bravely against the enemy.

  Just as loudly shouting when bayonet thrust into enemy's body for a moment.

  There have been many so-called experts who have studied why people shout loudly when killing others at close range. Some say it's to boost their own courage, while others claim it's because they're afraid. But the truth is that neither of these explanations is entirely correct. What's really going on is a deep respect for life, which emerges when one takes another person's life. It's a sense of guilt towards life itself. Although war is inherently a matter of kill or be killed, the closer you get to death, the more reverence you have for life. There are many, many reasons for this, but in short, that loud shout contains a complex mix of emotions that someone who has never experienced such a scene cannot possibly imagine.