The moment Yang Hua pounced towards him, where was that Rakshasa? His steps moved completely backwards, and his body's center of gravity seemed to move back in an instant.

He protected his head with both hands, raised his knees to protect his mid-court position, and his whole body seemed to be curled up. But what about the opponent Yang Hua's offensive? It was like a violent storm, attacking him without leakage.

Come.

Among Yang Hua's punches, he has changed into five different postures.

What about Rakshasa? He felt a deep fear deep in his heart. Facing Yang Hua's weather-proof offensive, he seemed completely powerless.

He used both hands to block quickly, but his moves were still a beat too slow, not as fast as Yang Hua's, and not as powerful as Yang Hua's.

Just heard a loud bang.

Yang Hua's originally attacking punch suddenly changed into a downward punch in the middle. Isn't this? Rakshasa, who had no time to change, was hit in the chest by Yang Hua's angry fist in an instant.

Then a dull shout was heard, and the Rakshasa's whole body suddenly fell to the ground with a loud bang, like a huge stone being thrown out.

The moment he fell to the ground, Yang Hua did not attack again, but hurriedly went to see if Xiaozhuang was okay?

I saw that Xiaozhuang in front of me could slowly stand up.

Although there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, there was no danger to his life.

And what about Rakshasa? After being hit hard by Yang Hua just now, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

At the same time, the originally red face turned pale in an instant, as white as a piece of paper.

He stood up slowly, his steps no longer as steady as before, but became frivolous, and his sapphire-like eyes were filled with endless hatred at this moment!

He didn't expect that he would meet such a master today?

It was really an insult to him.

"There's someone over here." The roar of Somali soldiers suddenly came from not far away.

As the roaring sound started, messy footsteps could be heard coming this way.

When Yang Hua, who had just helped Xiao Zhuang up on the ground, heard the voice, his expression suddenly changed.

He turned his head and gave the Rakshasa a cold look without saying a word.

Instead, he took Xiaozhuang and started to leave quickly.

What's strange is that Rakshasa? He didn't say a word.

Instead, those cold eyes watched Yang Hua and the others leave.

Why did Rakshasa do this? Not only did this make everyone depressed, although he had been seriously injured by Yang Hua, his reinforcements had arrived. If Rakshasa and Yang Hua were in poverty for more than ten minutes, they would definitely be

There is no problem at all. When the reinforcements arrive, they will definitely capture Yang Hua and the small village. But what is surprising is that the Rakshasa did not move at all.

It's definitely not because he's afraid, or because he doesn't believe in himself! And Rakshasa must have his own reasons for doing this.

Within a minute or two of Yang Hua's departure, a dozen or so heavily armed Somali soldiers ran over with automatic rifles in their hands.

"Where are the people?" I heard a Somali soldier who seemed to be the leader look at the situation in front of him and not only said,

The soldiers clearly heard the sound of fighting coming from here, but when they arrived, they only found Rakshasa standing here with a pale face.

"They must not be able to run far, let me chase them." The Somali leader saw the pistol thrown on the ground and the blood at the corner of the Rakshasa's mouth, and immediately said loudly.

"Everyone, stop! If anyone dares to take a step forward, I will kill him." Suddenly, a loud shout was heard roaring from the mouth of the Rakshasa.

Suddenly, the Somali soldiers in front of him no longer dared to take a step forward.

The person in front of them was definitely no joke. He was almost equal to the general next to him. They couldn't afford to offend him, so they stayed there one by one, motionless.

I saw the Rakshasa slowly turning around, looking at the place where Yang Hua and the others had walked away, and slowly said a harsh word from his mouth.

"One day, I will kill you! In Somalia."

This battle is undoubtedly a victory for Yang Hua.

Not only did he break Nikola's spirit, but he also successfully assassinated the general. Although Xiaozhuang was very depressed. In the process of retreating, he was intercepted by the Rakshasa and was seriously injured. Fortunately,

Yang Hua arrived in time.

At this moment, Yang Hua was seen rushing back with Xiaozhuang, who was seriously injured.

Xiaozhuang was supported by Yang Hua, and his other bloody hand was still tightly covering his wound.

"Brother, I, I'm fine." Xiaozhuang said with difficulty while looking at Yang Hua who was dragging him.

"Stop talking, let's go back quickly." Yang Huadao said.

Xiaozhuang seemed to have some difficulty walking, and with the gunshot wound on his shoulder and head, he couldn't even walk.

Suddenly, his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. Yang Hua quickly lifted his body up with one hand.

"How's it going?" Yang Hua looked worriedly at Xiaozhuang, whose lips were trembling now, and asked.

I saw that Xiaozhuang wanted to speak, but blood seemed to be welling up in his chest. He did not dare to speak. He was afraid that when he said a word, a mouthful of blood would spurt out of his mouth.

So he could only endure it.

I saw that his face was extremely uncomfortable, and he was sitting there slumped.

Suddenly he could no longer hold back the blood in his chest, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

When Yang Hua saw Xiaozhuang spurting blood from his mouth again, he quickly supported his whole body tightly.

"I, I, that Rakshasa's skills are really heavy." I heard Xiaozhuang in front of me struggling to lift his arm and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth as he said.

Yang Hua looked at him on the side.

"Brother, if it weren't for you, I would have really died there today." Xiaozhuang in front of him let out a long breath as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Yang Hua looked at his brother and said, "It's best not to talk. You are seriously injured now."

Xiaozhuang nodded weakly.

"Okay, brother, let's go."

As Xiaozhuang said this, he began to prepare to stand up with difficulty, but as soon as he stood up, his legs became weak and he seemed to be about to fall down.

Yang Hua saw that Xiaozhuang didn't even have the strength to walk at this time, so he immediately said: "Come, I will carry you."

"Brother, no." Xiaozhuang refused. He didn't dare to let Yang Hua carry him.

But now his steps were shaky and it was obvious that he could no longer walk.
Chapter completed!