Chapter 49: A Real Man

Zhan Xiage, with his left hand, drew his tiger-tooth combat saber. Seeing the assassin who had lost his pistol, he threw the last few steel pieces from his needle pouch at the quasi-war hero at once. At the same time, the assassin drew another combat knife from somewhere and lunged fiercely at him.
When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, assassins are 100% confident they can kill the Song of War Heroes, whose right shoulder is injured and drugged, and who can only fight with their left hand!
It was time to put an end to the life of this worthy enemy!
Staring at the assassin charging at him like a leopard, and at the combat saber in his hand gleaming coldly, ready to devour anyone, Zhanxiage suddenly smiled. His right hand shot up like lightning, and in an absolutely impossible situation, a thunderous roar suddenly rang out from his empty right hand!
Yes, it was a thunderous roar. Because in Zhanxiage's hand, he had hidden a "Palm Thunder" miniature self-defense pistol he had found on the Chechen officer's corpse—a destructive but impossible to ignore!
A dazzling burst of blood also erupted from the assassin's right shoulder. The assassin let out a piercing scream, his body suddenly curling up and rolling rapidly on the ground. The second palm thunder bullet struck the spot where he had just rolled, sending up a muddy wave.
The assassin bounced up again, quickly picking up the thrown combat knife and lunging fiercely at Zhanxiage. The biggest advantage of this miniature self-defense pistol is its very small body—smaller than an adult's palm—making it unexpectedly effective. It's definitely an essential weapon for home, travel, murder, and arson. But similarly, due to size limitations, it can only hold two rounds at a time!
The assassin would never give Zhan Xia Ge another chance to reload his bullets. Although both of them were wounded in their right arms, he was Dashan's son. At twelve, he had killed a lone wolf barehanded. At fifteen, he dared to fight a cheetah. As long as he had a chance to fight in close combat, Zhan Xia Ge would have surely died by his blade.
"Pfft......!"
Zhanxiage suddenly opened his mouth and spat out forcefully. A golden streak of light instantly stung the assassin's eyes. A small, adorable bullet radiating golden brilliance rolled and leapt in the air, tracing a graceful arc. What greeted it was a palm thunder pistol, already shaken off two still smoking bullet casings!
The assassin's heart almost stopped beating in an instant. All the sweat pores in his body suddenly contracted and then suddenly opened. He watched helplessly as the Chinese soldier before him opened the "Palm Thunder" pistol with one hand, using an almost acrobatic move to catch the spat bullet into the magazine. Then, with a flick of his finger, he re-engaged the safety of the "Palm Thunder" pistol.
"Bang!"
Amidst the swirling smoke and under the slightly regretful gaze of Zhanxiage, the assassin's body trembled violently. He lowered his head, staring in disbelief at his chest, blood gushing out.
"Did he hit me?"
"Am I really going to die?"
"It hurts...... But why does it feel like a sense of liberation in my heart?! ”]
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The assassin found his life force rapidly draining away with the blood spurting from his chest. To increase the "instantaneous pause power" of the "Palm Thunder" pistol bullet—what we commonly call lethal power—Zhanxiage carved a cross-shaped mark on the bullet head of every bullet with his tiger-tooth combat saber—a mark strictly forbidden by the Geneva Conventions. Just a small, cute bullet left the assassin with a bowl-sized wound.
The assassin stepped back step by step, until his back rested against a sturdy birch tree. Only then did he finally stand trembling. Staring at Zhanxiage's lips, still stained with a trace of blood, he suddenly remembered that Zhanxiage had once wiped the bloodstains there with his left hand. It was probably at that moment that the war hero quietly put that deadly bullet into his mouth, right?
Zhan Xiaga pulled out the throwing dart from his right shoulder, carefully examining the dart in his hand, which still carried his blood. This was actually a rough weapon made by stacking materials cut from several layers of aluminum alloy soda cans, stacked together. Zhanxiage shook his right shoulder in confusion, which still felt tingly, making the wound not feel painful. Other than that, the smears on this dart didn't seem to leave him any other problems.
For some reason, Zhanxiage could clearly sense an indescribable pride in this man's weapon. Without this pride, on weapons with limited lethality, what this man applied would be a deadlier poison, not a narcotic extracted from herbs that only temporarily renders a creature ineffective!
Noticing the confusion in the assassin's eyes, Zhanxiage whispered, "Don't be surprised. During training, we had a course that used various methods to increase the body's resistance to different anesthetics." To use anesthesia to make my body lose control, it would take at least three adults' worth of weight. The anesthetic on your dart is really ineffective! ”
The assassin couldn't understand what the war hero song was saying, but he nodded knowingly. He was the son of the mountains, and his understanding of the essence of life far surpassed that of some so-called experts and scholars.
Staring at the assassin whose eyes held an almost innocent innocence, with a hint of unyielding determination, a trace of regret flashed in Zhanxia Ge's eyes.
What a pity!
This young man before him, just like himself, possessed even greater military talent. If he had received formal and rigorous military training, instead of fighting with nearly primitive methods and weapons, given time, he would surely become the most formidable professional soldier in the world!
Zhanxiage threw the dart he had assembled from soda cans with force. Watching the dart trace a beautiful arc through the air and slam hard into a birch tree, the assassin's eyes finally showed undisguised shock—this Chinese soldier could actually use the weapon he had invented!