Chapter 3561 Unbridled

Seeing this, Freiman turned pale. This was not only a message, but also a warning.

After crossing this arrow, no one would be left alive. The meaning was clear. This time, Freiman had to lead his men to retreat.

"General, this is..."

Freiman handed the sign in his hand to the people around him so that they could see it clearly.

"This is asking us to retreat. It seems that what Perod said before was right. This new mercenary group has a strong support."

Thinking that Xiao Yi might be among them, but Freiman was afraid that after saying this, it would affect everyone's morale.

If this person was not the Chinese Death God, he would be frustrated by Freiman's words and become a stupid commander.

The captain of a team saw such a warning and did not take it seriously. They were the Flame Mercenary Group and would not be scared by such a warning.

So he grabbed the sign and threw it on the ground, and stepped on it with his foot to vent his emotions.

"Playing tricks! It's just one person. General, I'll rush up now and bring this person's head to see you."

Freiman wanted to stop him, but he thought it would be okay to test him. The distance between here and that person was more than 800 meters.

If there was an unexpected move, he would be discovered and reacted to in the first time. It was an irrational decision to confront them at this time.

The captain walked forward and quickly stepped over the arrow feather and stood there with his hands on his waist.

"Haha! Isn't it okay? It's just an arrow. What's the big deal? Kill me if you have the ability!"

The other members of the Flame Mercenary Group laughed loudly. Indeed, what can this card mean? It just wrote a scare word.

Freiman raised his hand and signaled to attack. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of him.

"Be careful!"

He shouted hurriedly and hid in the chariot. He only heard a sound of breaking air above his scalp.

There was no shooting or shelling. When people thought it was safe, they raised their heads and looked forward.

The captain before was still standing in the desert, with his back to everyone, and there seemed to be no special changes.

Freman frowned. On a chariot behind him, there was a flagpole with the totem of the Flame Mercenary Group painted on it.

A knife was nailed to the flagpole, and the blade was deeply embedded in it. This was a flagpole made of steel pipe, not ordinary wood.

If it were ordinary wood, a knife thrown from a distance of 800 meters would not have such destructive power.

Crack...

The flagpole broke in the wind, and the flag with the totem fell to the ground.

The captain in front of the crowd knelt down with his legs soft, and his eyes widened.

At the last side, he saw a cold light passing by, and then he lost consciousness. It all seemed like a dream.

The short knife was shot from a distance of 800 meters, crossed his neck, and nailed to the flagpole behind.

Plop...

A head fell from the neck, and blood gushed out from the artery in the neck like a fountain.

The sand on the ground was dyed red, and the arrow feathers inserted into the ground were also dyed red.

If you dare to step over this arrow, you will end up dead.

"Dead...dead?"

"What's going on? How did he die?"

"There is a flying knife here. Did this person throw the knife from such a long distance?"

It is really hard to imagine how powerful a person is to be able to do such an impossible thing.

Freeman's face was very ugly. His men had tried it, and the result was really killed.

It is conceivable what the result would be if someone continued to step forward.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill him!"

"It's just one person. We have so many people. There is no need to be afraid!"

Four or five people stepped forward and stepped over the arrow feathers. Without Freeman's order, they raised their guns and fired in the direction of the sand dunes.

Bullets shot out of the gun barrel like popping beans. Another person carried a rocket launcher and aimed at the position in front.

A rocket landed at the target, and the explosion spread rapidly in the desert, and the dust was everywhere.

The dust made it impossible to see the situation ahead. Freman sat in the chariot. He did not cross the arrow feather and was waiting for the final result.

I believe that this time, this man can be killed. The invincible god of death on the battlefield is just one person.

Under such firepower, there is no way to survive. Five people stood in the desert and laughed.

"Who are you trying to scare by pretending to be a ghost? I am not a person who can be scared."

"This time, even the coffin is saved. Go to die obediently. A mere person wants to block our way."

The dust continued to spread towards Freman. Freman raised his hand and signaled that he could attack.

"Let's go! Solve this battle as quickly as possible. The purpose is to leave no one alive!"

Freman commanded the whole scene, and the members of the mercenary group rushed forward. Here, Freman kept a mind, that is, the members were divided into three parts to launch a charge.

Only when Freeman's attack played an important role, other teams scattered on both sides would follow suit and launch an attack to encircle the enemy.

The purpose was to prevent anyone from escaping from this encirclement. More than 30 members of the mercenary group entered the dusty environment.

With high morale, they planned to quickly resolve the battle.

However...

This is not only their battlefield, but also Xiao Yi's.

In this environment, it has no effect on Xiao Yi. It's like a game. Xiao Yi is the one with a bug.

One by one, he rushed into the crowd. At this moment, Xiao Yi turned into a real god of death.

He waved his sickle, and corpses fell on the road he walked. No one would be his opponent. Even they didn't see who attacked until they died.

Five minutes later...

Just when Freeman asked the second group to set off, he felt a little uneasy. The first group of people had not sent back any news.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, which smelled disgusting. At this point, Freeman's face changed drastically, and he shouted into the wireless headset.

"What happened to the first team? Why didn't they send any news back?"

"What are you doing? Answer my questions!"

"Damn the second team, stop the attack and withdraw now."

No one answered Freeman's question in the headset. The screams made Freeman's face look heavier.