Steel Steam and Flame

One last glance at the time, it was six o'clock in the morning in ten minutes or so, but the sky was still dark and unchanged.

There were a few deep black shadows of huge broken stones not far away, and the captain finally decided to go there early to rest. Isolate the hound and wait until the day to observe for a while, and then make the final decision.

After the turn of the sentry, Cassia found a relatively flat place in the corner of the huge gravel, held the gun in his arms, and determined that he could enter the attacking position as soon as possible, then closed his eyes and entered half asleep. Rest in state.

The other members also did the same as Cassia, except that the sleep was completely sound asleep. The veterans will enter deep sleep as soon as possible when they are asleep, which is very helpful to restore their spirits.

After a while, there was no sound. The watchman also listened carefully to the surrounding movement. After getting off the empty boat, his mouth was sewn up. Except for breathing, the language ability seemed to be lost.

Three huge hounds separated from the team. The instructor tied them to a large patch of weeds. The luxuriant withered grass can conceal their huge bodies and also serve as a cushion for them to rest. The temperature of broken rocks in winter is still very low. The trainer must have feelings for his hound.

When Cassia was resting, his head didn't think much about things, just to make sure that the basic perception could radiate around him. The captain was doing the same thing, and he could feel that a lot of his attention was on the three hounds.

"What will happen to the hound?" Cassia couldn't understand. From the execution of the mission to the present, it took only two days, and no obvious traces of the enemy were found. During this period of time, there should be no intersection between the entire team and the enemy. But judging from the tone of the phrase "keep away from the hounds" in the communicator not long ago, the other team seemed to have been attacked.

In the end, he didn't think about the reason. Cassia opened a gap in his eyes and glanced at the three hounds. They have curled up in the weeds and are resting like the other team members. He also focused his scattered perception on the three hounds. Since those words were transmitted from the communicator, there must be a reason.

The time of the accident was around ten in the morning, and the only people who were still awake at that time were Cassia and the captain, except for the two rounds.

There was something unknown in the perception, and Cassia woke up from a semi-sleep state. When he opened his eyes, the captain had already sat up and drew a tactical knife afterwards.

Together with the two whistles, the four pairs of eyes looked over at almost the same time. The three-headed hounds were already standing in the weeds, their eyes were bloodshot, their mouths were grinning, and their sharp white teeth were completely exposed to the cold air. The viscous liquid kept flowing out of their mouths, and in the winter, the transpiring white breath puffed out from their noses.

Without any preparation, the three huge hounds, which stood up half an adult, broke free from the ropes that held them. They were steel chains. In order to prevent accidents, the Captain Captain specially made the trainers firmer during the break. The next moment the three hounds flew towards Cassia and the others.

"Don't use a gun!" The captain quickly reminded in a low voice. The two veterans at the guard also knew that even if the matter was urgent, the sound of the fire blunders without the muzzle brake was too loud, and it was easy to reveal the approximate location of the team in the mountains.

When talking, the captain and Cassia bounced from the ground almost at the same time, with a gentle heartbeat, and the slow flowing blood instantly accelerated. As a result, their faces are slightly red.

The two guards are on the left and right of the team. The hounds were very fast, and three huge hounds flew at one of them at the same time, the number seven player. Because he couldn't shoot, No.7 could only rely on his body's habit of reacting. When the hounds took off and flew over, his body rolled several times and hid to the side.

This is an improved breed of hound, not only in body shape and scent tracking, but also all the abilities that hounds should have in the process of improvement. In the base, some people call this hunting dog a wild boar. Because not only is the strength and body weight amazing, but in terms of resistance to injury, it is generally the same as an adult wild boar. A few shots in the body have little effect on its own activities, and on the contrary, it will irritate them because of the pain, and its destructive power will double.

Seven knew that he couldn't resist hard, and that he could shoot but there was still a chance for confrontation. At that time, he could find the opportunity to shoot the three hounds one by one. But now only relying on the barrel of the blunderbuss to hit, No.7 thinks that with his current ability, he has not reached the level of a person's resistance to the three-headed modified hound.

There was also a tactical knife, but the speed of the hound gave him no time to draw it. It only takes less than a second to throw a person down. Avoiding their pressed body is enough for No.7 to treat it all.

After rolling five or six times on the ground in a row, the clothes on her body were not thick and could not provide a good cushion. No. 7 only felt a pain in her body being bumped by the raised gravel on the ground. Feeling that he had escaped the pounce of the three hounds, No.7 wanted to stand up and immediately move away from the place behind him. But only when his hands were on the ground, a burst of hot air sprayed down the back of his neck.

Even the strong fishy smell was still not smelled. Under the huge bite force of the hound's upper and lower jaws and the pulling bite, the fragile neck of No. 7 separated from the body in a crisp sound.

Captain Captain and Cassia rushed to the Seventh. The three-headed hounds immediately turned their heads, a huge mouth with blood-stained teeth could completely envelop an adult's head. At this time, they bite at Cassia and the captain.

There is no great danger. All Cassia and the captain need to do is to be careful and make no loud noises as much as possible.

Driven by the footsteps, the body avoided the attack from the hound bite~www.ltnovel.com~ At this moment, the two of them held the hands of the tactical knife tightly at the same time and found the right time. The weak place was pierced. The blade of more than ten centimeters long was completely submerged into the hound's head, and it quickly turned a few times under the drive of the wrist, and instantly destroyed the brain tissue in the skull.

The remaining hound wanted to counterattack again, but another sentry veteran who was rushed during the pounce jumped up and knocked away. Both bounced in the air and fell to the ground. When the hound landed on the fine gravel, its body was a little unstable, but relying on its own sensitive balance system, it instantly stabilized its body.

The hound rushed to Lieutenant No. 17 who fell to the ground, but at this moment Cassia and the captain had reacted. Without pulling out the tactical knife, Cassia, who was closest to the remaining hound, turned his body immediately, grabbed directly from the top with both hands, and violently closed the hound's mouth to Lieutenant No. 17. And the huge body that was connected to it's entire gallop stopped there in an instant, unable to move forward the slightest.

At this time, the captain also flashed from behind Cassia, stood on the other side of the hound, and punched the hound's thick chest. Only a little later, the still shiny tactical knife plunged into the side of the hound's skull. The blade was completely submerged, leaving only a dark gray hilt. The next moment the moving wrist drives the blade to end the life of this hound.