I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

Seeing that the pursuers were bombed and the hostages were taken, the Arab leader was so angry that he flew up the wall with an Arabian scimitar in hand and personally directed the battle.

A group of Vietnamese soldiers carrying rifles divided into two groups, took a detour from the back path to Zhu Qingyu's rear to fight for the commanding heights, and rushed out of the stone wall to charge forward.

Zhu Qingyu took a look and knew that this Arab leader was very tactical. He was probably a retired soldier or mercenary who had fought in the Middle East battlefield for two years. No, it would be too dangerous if they were allowed to form a strategic encirclement. Let's deal with the enemies in front first.

He raised the blood-red sword and swung it forward, and the ground shook again. A row of blood-red bullets exploded in the enemy crowd, causing mud, rocks, and limbs to fly all over the sky.

The Arab leader cursed a few times in Arabic, and a gleaming Arabian scimitar flew out of his hand. The scimitar was wrapped in the fierce wind and flew towards Zhu Qingyu's camphor tree, spinning around the camphor tree. The branches were peeled off, leaving only the bare trunk.

Now Zhu Qingyu was exposed under the tree trunk and was in a very dangerous situation. At this time, gunshots from the commanding heights behind rang out again...

Zhu Qingyu felt bad and quickly moved the hostage (Jiang Ping) to the ridge near the back mountain. He moved close to the ridge to a creek behind, and climbed up along the ditch to the commanding heights of the back mountain. .

He looked down the mountain and saw a dozen soldiers crouching in the grass shooting at the camphor trees. He cursed them in his heart as a bunch of fools. He wanted to strike with his sword, but he was afraid of hurting Jiang Ping, so he put away his blood-red sword. Pushing down the mountain with both palms.

Two huge fireballs rolled down the slope. The enemy lying in the grass was on fire. He dropped his gun and ran down the hillside howling.

The Arab leader was shocked. He didn't know what was happening on the mountain. With a wave of his arm, another group of Arab soldiers rushed towards the mountain.

This group of soldiers is very elite, wearing camouflage uniforms, desert combat boots, red thunder caps, carrying Arabian scimitars and grenades on their waists, carrying submachine guns, and wearing radiation-proof tactical sunglasses. Some of them even carry The rocket launcher is completely standardized desert army equipment.

Their movements were even more agile. When leaving the yard, they all jumped into the air and rolled forward. When advancing toward the hillside, they rolled or crawled. However, the muzzles of the guns were not facing in one direction, but spread out in a fan shape. , and alternately cover the advance. At first glance, they are well-trained international mercenaries.

But the Arab leader was crouching in the hiding place of the stone wall, aiming a sniper rifle at the target he thought was suspicious, waiting for the target to appear.

When Zhu Qingyu saw this formation in the grass on the mountain, he felt panicked. He had no chance of using his sword to fire the magic bullet.

And he saw that Jiang Ping fell into their hands again!

If Jiang Ping was not rescued, he could fly away, but Jiang Ping was still in their hands, so he could only take risks.

He quietly crawled to the right and accidentally knocked a fist-sized stone rolling down the hillside. With a "pop" sound, the bullet from the sniper rifle kicked up more than one meter of soil between the soles of his feet. He felt his left leg burning. Pain, head covered with dirt.

"Not good!" Zhu Qingyu jumped out of his wits, immediately jumped into the air, and then rolled sideways to the edge of the ravine on the mountain. A volley of submachine guns fired from behind, and a rocket exploded less than two meters in front of him, causing dirt to rise up. Lao Gao.

Zhu Qingyu was not that stupid. He didn't stop for a moment and dived along the creek to the foot of the mountain ridge.

The injured left foot did not affect his movement. When he saw it, it was just a piece of skin that had been wiped off. The wound was covered with mud mixed with blood.

The Arab leader could not see here. Zhu Qingyu took advantage of the gap before the Arab soldiers rushed down and swung his sword several times towards the mountain. As if it was being attacked by an air raid, the mountain was filled with artillery fire!

Mud, rocks, vegetation, and the limbs of Arab soldiers fell from the air and scattered all over the ground.

The Arab leader stamped his feet, beat his chest and shouted, raised his hand, and set up two machine guns on the stone wall. "Da da da da!" Machine gun bullets flew over Zhu Qingyu's head!

The Arab leader raised his Arabian scimitar and said loudly: "Chinese police, listen, the hostages are in my hands. Come out and surrender quickly, or I will execute the hostages immediately!"

Zhu Qingyu turned his head and saw that, sure enough, Jiang Ping was being held hostage by two soldiers, with an Arabian scimitar hanging around his neck.

The Arabian scimitar is a famous cold weapon in the world. The shape and edge of the knife are similar to the Chinese shadowless knife. The advantage of this knife is not the edge, but the ability to fly and rotate, making it difficult to escape and impossible to defend against.

With just one stroke of the knife on his neck, Jiang Ping's head would fall to the ground.

Therefore, Zhu Qingyu did not dare to act arbitrarily, and could no longer use magical skills.

Moreover, the Arab leader has escorted Jiang Ping over. It seems that they already know that I have fallen off this ridge.

If you can't take action, you can only let the other party slaughter you. The result will be the same as if you don't take action, and you will prove that you are a coward.

So he immediately took off and stayed at an altitude of one thousand meters, like a fighter jet frozen there, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

The Arab leader escorted Jiang Ping over. When he went to the creek, he saw no one, and he was so angry that he screamed.

"Search for me!" the leader ordered, aiming his sniper rifle towards the mountain.

Four soldiers searched the back hill, and two soldiers escorted Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping's head was still covered and she stood there silently.

Seeing the opportunity, Zhu Qingyu quickly descended from a high altitude. When he reached an altitude of 200 meters, his body passed over the head of the Arab leader and flew towards the forest above the bank of the Sanjiang River.

The Arab leader raised his gun and fired, but the figure flew too fast and missed.

The Arab leader still raised his gun and aimed it at the camphor forest opposite. After raising it for two minutes, his hand became weak and he lowered the gun.

At this time, a black shadow flew out of the forest on the opposite side and flashed over his head. He raised his gun and shot again, but still missed and only startled a pair of turtle doves in the forest.

He aimed the gun again, waiting for the target to appear, but after waiting for several minutes, there was no sign.

"You bitch! Are you playing hide and seek with me?" the Arab leader said in Chinese: "I don't believe it, you - don't - come out!"

Looking at the stupid look of the Arab leader, Zhu Qingyu snickered in the bushes. At this time, he deeply realized the tactical connotation of "the enemy is stationed while we are harassing".

After waiting for another five minutes, the Arab leader's arms were numb and his eyes were swollen. He cursed and lowered his rifle.

At this time, Zhu Qingyu suddenly rose into the sky, as if flying over the opposite mountain. When the Arab-bearded leader raised his gun again, his movements were obviously slow. Zhu Qingyu saw the opportunity, fell down, and instantly snatched Jiang Ping away.

When the Arab leader reacted, Zhu Qingyu had already flown to the dock and boarded the wooden boat. This was a wooden boat without power. After he put Jiang Ping into the cabin, he held up the bamboo pole on the bow of the boat and pushed the wooden boat away from the shore, drifting downstream with the current.

The two machine guns on the stone wall fired first, and the bullets splashed in the river.

The boat went down the water very fast. Zhu Qingyu carefully controlled the direction and almost hit the rocks in the river several times.

The gunfire stopped, and Zhu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and docked the wooden boat on the shore, planning to disembark here.

However, just as he was about to pull off Jiang Ping's mask, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine. Looking upstream, he saw a wooden boat speeding downstream. Two soldiers were lying beside the boat, each with a machine gun ready. Shoot anytime.

"**! Is it over yet?" Zhu Qingyu hurriedly pushed the boat, but then he thought that the opponent was a motor boat and was faster than himself. If he continued to hold on, he would be overtaken by the opponent soon and become a target for the opponent.

So he got off the boat with Jiang Ping in one hand and a sword in the other, and kicked the wooden boat towards the center of the river. The wooden boat drifted downstream along the Taotao River...

"Don't let him run away!" came the roar of the Arab leader.

Zhu Qingyu hugged Jiang Ping and quickly hid in the reeds by the river.

The powered wooden boat flashed past...

Zhu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. After taking two deep breaths, he said, "Jiang Ping, I've made you suffer."

After that, he reached out and lifted the mask on her head——

In an instant, his face froze and his right hand froze in the air. The hostage in front of him was not Jiang Ping, but a girl with dark skin, bright eyes and a graceful figure!

Just as he was wondering, a plum-blossom needle flew out of the girl's mouth with a "pop" sound and shot straight towards his throat!

He instinctively raised his sword to block, and the yin-yang umbrella popped open automatically. The plum-blossom needle was sucked into the rapidly rotating blood droplets and turned invisible.

At this moment, a leg wearing a long leather boot kicked hard towards his crotch. Zhu Qingyu took a breath of cold air and thought to himself, what is wrong with your kick? Do you have to make me lose? He quickly squatted down and clamped the opponent's legs with his legs.

Zhu Qingyu shouted "Put it away!" The giant umbrella in his hand turned into a blood-red sword. He swung his sword and stabbed at the opponent——

But the other party was gone, and only a wisp of black smoke was floating.

Zhu Qingyu was shocked: Is it a ghost or a human?

Looking again, there was one of her leather boots sandwiched between her legs.

"Fuck you, grandma, you are a bear!" He threw the leather boots into the river in anger. In a daze, he saw the black woman pick up the leather boots, step on the trough of the waves, and float downstream like a breeze.

"What an amazing Qing Gong!" He praised in a loud voice. Even the enemy has to admire him when his kung fu is outstanding.

Then he waved his sword, and a string of divine thunder exploded along the river. The water column rose more than ten feet high, and the water mist filled the entire river.

However, the woman was never seen again.

"Jiang Ping, where are you?" Zhu Qingyu shouted in disappointment, his cry of sadness echoing in the mountains, rivers and valleys.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to report the situation here to Zhu Junji, but there was no signal on the mobile phone. He was so angry that he almost threw the mobile phone into the mountains and rivers.

At this time, he felt a dull pain in his left arm. He opened his sleeve and saw that a gold needle had penetrated into the muscle. The surrounding area had turned black and looked poisonous.

"Zi Yang Wudi, next time I will cut you into pieces!" He cursed fiercely.

The gunshot wound on his leg was also painful, and scabs had formed on the surface of the wound.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Before he knew it, he had been fighting Ziyang Wudi and the Arab mercenaries for six hours. His whole body was already a little tired. If he continued to fight, he would inevitably suffer from overdraft. By then, he would not have enough yang energy. The terrible scene in yesterday's dream will appear again.

Thinking of this, he went to the river, drank a few handfuls of river water, and flew towards Shanping County with a "hoo" sound. <