As he walked, he quickly wiped his leg with his right hand, and the dagger was in his hand.

He walked out of the queue and came to stand ten meters in front of everyone.

At the same time, across from everyone, a group of people over there were already standing more than 20 meters away.

They didn't talk nonsense either. Some soldiers dropped standard daggers in bags on the ground.

The former colonel shouted at this time: "Let's start, decide who to go!"

What should be said, they said it before, so at this time, when he finished, among the prisoners over there, a **** man with a tattoo on his face pushed away the person in front of him and walked out calmly.

"MD, lunatic, what a lunatic, to actually train like this!"

At this moment, Lin Fan heard someone muttering behind him. He didn't need to look back. Lin Fan knew it was Huang Haiqiang.

"It's not a lunatic, a normal person, who comes to Hunter School!" Before Lin Fan could answer, someone answered. Huang Haiqi used Mandarin, and so did he. It's just that his Mandarin wasn't standard.

Soon, the **** man on the opposite side picked up a dagger from the ground and came to stand three or four meters in front of No. 2.

"kill!"

There is no nonsense, this is life-threatening, and the rules are destined to fall, so at this time, No. 2 mustered up his courage, drank his body, and took the lead.

Holding the dagger backwards, he directly rubbed his body and rushed towards the black man who was almost half a head taller than him.

"Ding Ding~"

"what!"

The sound of two iron weapons clashing, followed by a scream, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and saw it.

No. 2 actually reached out and grabbed the knife that was stabbing on the opposite side. He raised his leg and rushed forward. The dagger on his right hand instantly slashed the **** man's throat.

He won.

Only one slap was slightly wounded from grasping the dagger.

This result is not surprising to everyone, because he is a special soldier, his country, at least a special soldier selected by hundreds of miles, a soldier king, and some loosely trained lawbreakers, there is still a fundamental difference.

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Chapter 491 Don't die! (Please order, please support!

Blood spurted out from the neck of the **** man.

"Bang~!"

With a muffled sound, he released the dagger in his hand, then knelt down while covering his neck, and threw himself forward to the ground.

In the scorching sun on the playground, when the dust was thrown down by the **** man, you could see a circle flying out~ scattered.

The first game is over.

The end was quick, and the injury was exchanged for death. In less than five moves, No. 2 won.

In this second, Lin Fan saw that someone's body was trembling slightly in the team.

Dead, and just like that, a person died in front of everyone's eyes.

Thinking that I have to wait like this, some people who have not experienced this kind of scene are inevitably nervous.

Of course, there are also old fritters in the team.

At this time, there were several whites and blacks in the team who were applauding loudly.

"Number five!"

The anaconda didn't talk nonsense with everyone at all. When he saw No. 2 walking back, he didn't ask about his injury, because the military doctor he brought with him came forward to help him bandage it.

He shouted directly to the team.

Immediately, a black man who was almost 1.9 meters tall walked out with a grin on his face.

This guy, Lin Fan knows his situation.

At the training camp, he was very high-profile at the beginning. He came from the Eagle Empire and participated in the war. He himself said that he had completed the fifty consecutive kills.

With blood all over his hands, this kind of person doesn't have any tension at all.

The truth is, he and Lin Fan and the others waved their hands and said with a smile, "Okay, brothers, I'll take care of him in a second!"

He has absolute confidence, and the killing skills he has trained on the battlefield are now used to deal with these ordinary death row prisoners, without any challenge!

In fact, this guy is indeed a deterrent.

Just this relaxed look, plus this size, stand there.

No one dared to come out.

In the minds of foreigners, size and strength are directly proportional.

This black special forces soldier, his face was full of flesh, stood in front of them, tilted his neck and moved his muscles and bones, the sound of "clicking" bones and joints, even ten meters apart, let them hear.

Each one is empty.

Persimmons are soft to pinch, which is a universal truth.

"You, come on!"

No one came, the colonel started to designate directly.

Reaching out a finger, among the death row, a white man about the size of the fifth was selected.

This death row prisoner's expression changed immediately.

But he didn't refuse, because he knew that from the moment they were caught, they had no human rights, and it was not needed by the hunter school. They couldn't even wait for today, and they were already shot.

Now, there are only forty-one people in the Hunter School, but there are more than fifty of them.

He was disobedient, and he had no doubt that the colonel would simply draw a gun and execute him on the spot, and then replace him.

Staring at No. 3, he cautiously went to the front and picked up a dagger.

Immediately, he slowly moved to the opposite side of the black No. 3 who was still smiling.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'll start quickly!"

This black man is indeed very arrogant. Looking at the white man opposite him, ignoring his similar body shape to himself, he can still talk about it.

Of course, he didn't dare to talk too much, Sen Ana was watching.

After greeting, let's start.

In fact, this guy is exaggerated and exaggerated, and once he starts, it is really neat.

He was really a soldier from the battlefield. During his daily training, when he was going to be shirtless, Lin Fan had seen the scars all over his body.

This is an honor for the soldier, and on the other hand, it is also a proof of his strength.

At this time, he took the dagger and strode to the front of the white man only a meter or two behind.

He grinned, and then under the pressure of the white man who couldn't stand it, he took the first shot, and then came first, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed directly into the arm he stabbed with the dagger.

"what!"

The white man screamed, but the scream stopped immediately.

Because No. 3 didn't pull out the dagger, he moved behind him in an instant, and hugging his head was like a dagger.

In an instant, the white man fell softly like boiled noodles in his arms.

"Hey, it's boring, I feel like I can hit ten of this kind of stuff!"

"No. 3, come back, do you think it's your personal show?" Sen Yan shouted with a dark face.

A duel is a duel, how can there be so much bullshit.

There is no compliment at all, the elites of the special forces, for these people, strictly speaking, they are a bit bullying.

However, the original intention of the anaconda and the principal to let everyone come here is not for the old fried dough sticks like No. 3.

This is for some rookies in the team who have never seen blood and have no life on their hands.

Soon, No. 3 shook his head and walked back without saying a word.

At the same time, another person in the team was called up by the anaconda.

There was no accident, and even he was not injured. In less than thirty seconds, a prisoner who came out from the opposite side was solved.

･･･ Flowers ･･･

Even, not only the next one, but two more going out later, there is no accident, at most, it is a little flesh wound, and the opponent is solved.

However, accidents sometimes come so suddenly.

The sixth one is the only remaining seedling of the Bangzi country, a soldier of the Bangzi country named Han Shixun.

He was counter-killed.

Obviously he has an advantage, he wounded the white bald prisoner on the opposite side several times.

However, with his last blow, he put his knife around the opponent's neck, but instead of attacking, he stopped to look at Sen Ana, and asked if it could be over.

It's just that when he was distracted, before everyone had time to remind him, he was hugged from behind by the white death prisoner who held a knife to his throat, grabbed his hand holding the dagger with both hands, and turned a bucket inside, death prisoner. His throat was injured, but this special soldier from the country of Bangzi was stabbed in his throat by the dagger he held in his hand.

..0......

The situation reversed in an instant.

He died because of his own indecision, or softheartedness.

When he was carried away by the military doctor, he hadn't completely died, but Lin Fan or the other special forces were very clear.

He can't live anymore, the dagger stabbed very deeply, and because of his own last struggle, it also cut across...

"Did he really die like this?" In front of Lin Fan, Chen Zhou's body trembled a little.

After muttering, he turned his head and looked at Lin Fan with a bad expression: "Captain, why don't you quit!"

He knew that Lin Fan was very good, but he knew even more that Lin Fan came from Lu Te School.

He thought that the school's special warfare officers were very well trained, and they didn't see any blood. He was afraid that Lin Fan would be damaged here because he couldn't do it, or for other reasons.

"Take care of yourself, take a deep breath, they are all **** fellows, kill one, save a hundred, don't let it go, don't hesitate, remember what you usually learn!"

Lin Fan looked at his whispered exhortation and said in the end, seeing that he hadn't looked back, and even hesitated to say anything, Lin Fan continued: "Live, don't embarrass the soldiers of the Z country!"

"Yes!"

Chen Zhou turned his head decisively this time.

At the same time, next to Lin Fan, Dong Qiankun, who was across from him, was also watching. Not only him, but Huang Haiqiang behind Lin Fan also called out to Lin Fan.

In response, Lin Fan just glanced at the two of them, and then said in a low voice, "Don't look at me, be serious, don't die!"

.......Mountain.

Chapter 492: The price of stupidity, Lin Fan comes on stage! (please order, ask for support

Lin Fan was not afraid of such a scene. It was not the first time he had killed someone.

If it was ordinary people, he might not be able to do it, but these people are death row prisoners, and they all have a way to die.

As Lin Fan said just now, killing one is saving a hundred.

This rubbish, **** it, is just being a cleaner.

Of course he won't be unable to fight, and he won't worry that he won't be able to beat him.

What a joke, Lin Fan's special forces were able to kill them in seconds. As far as they were, let alone 1 V 1, or 1 V 10, Lin Fan was sure to kill them unscathed.

Of course, 1V10 is impossible, he thought, and the anaconda wouldn't be willing either.

The number of death row prisoners is limited. What if he kills ten remaining special forces by himself and has fewer opponents?

"Trash, trash!" At this time, after watching the military doctor carry the person away, the anaconda started to get angry.

Standing in front of everyone, he didn't call for the next one to continue, but pointed at everyone with a black face and spit: "See? This is the end of stupidity.

This is not sparring, nor training, this is a duel.

Actually kind, stupid thinking about subduing and not killing the enemy.

On the battlefield, changing rapidly, being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself.

You are all soldiers, professional soldiers, and elite special forces. I believe you have learned these words in your own textbooks.

Now, a case of failure lies in your finish.