Steel Steam and Flame

The body is slightly arched, maintaining a posture that is most likely to exert force. If the steel bomb fails to cause fatal damage to the enemy, during the time when the enemy is affected by the explosion, Cassia has to seize the time to kill the remaining two. people.

It should be successful, Cassia's cross pupils reflected the orange light of the flares gradually dimming, so thought. At least when the flares have not been completely extinguished, the remaining two people should stay still, so as not to move a bit more and be caught.

The two of them also hid behind old trees, sharing the information they had obtained through sign language in the shadows.

"No!"

"No!"

Through the mirror, the information collected by the two is zero. On the mirror, there are only woods whose color gradually turns into orange, like an oil painting that has been gradually corroded by nature, and it is accelerating to drop dry paint blocks.

They couldn't find the enemy's figure. When they looked in the direction where the enemy disappeared, the traces of the running snow were crisscrossed, and they stretched out into the distant darkness without a clear end. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of their own breathing and heartbeat.

It was once thought that the enemy had left here, and it was terribly quiet. Except for the two living creatures, the rest were silent inorganic objects.

Holding their breath and carefully observing again, the two of them were highly concentrated. Under the light of the flares, all the sceneries are refined and layered in their eyes again, and some tiny details are transmitted to the brain through the sight to accelerate processing.

The two believed in their own feelings, the enemy was nearby, and they just hid well. The information collected in the head takes a while to digest, and after about ten seconds, it may catch the enemy's tail.

The world of oil painting painted by the light of the flares is accelerating to lose its color and sense of reality, and decay will soon fill the entire space. The two considered whether to fire another flares. The darkness itself is very dangerous, and the enemy seems to be quite good in perception.

The two gestured to each other to inform them of their thoughts. The other had already taken out the hand crossbow that had been loaded with crossbow arrows, ready to shift his position when the flares were out of effect, while preparing for the launch of the second flares.

"Yes, we still have time to spend, so don't think about the raid mission anymore." The two continued to talk, while keeping their eyes on the small mirror into the light.

The two elliptical spheres were already hitting at their two positions in a nearly straight trajectory. The speed is very fast, almost invisible under the light of the gradually shrinking flares. The eyes of the two of them caught the two flying steel bombs, and their bodies did not go through the control of their brains, and they had already rushed towards the two sides respectively. This seems to be an instinctive action to avoid bombs.

Fast and slow, the person holding the crossbow was obviously stunned, his head was thinking about something at this moment, and the movement of falling down was not great. He uses the ancient tree as his axis, and the distance he moves is very small. Even in the end, he hides most of his body in the protection area of ​​the trunk. The other person's reaction was great, and the distance he saved was far enough to avoid the bomb's explosion damage by eight to nine points.

The roar of two steel bombs exploded in their ears without any accident, the snow swelled, and the impact force was pushed on them by the air in the next moment.

The harm was not great, the person who completely threw out, only a few pieces of lasing shrapnel flew over his body without any substantial damage. He left the hidden tree trunk bunker, his body fell into the snow, and his instantly cold heart sank together with his heavy body.

"Crap..." The numbness that spread all over his body in an instant was because of fear. He wanted to stand up immediately and hide behind an old tree, his body in the snow struggling violently, trying to shorten this time. But the three rounds of bullets have been synchronized with his time, just like two straight lines in arithmetic, interacting accurately at this time. The red blood blooming in the snow became the mark of the intersection.

In the sound of "quick,,," breaking through the air, another person also traced back to the source of the bullet through the red hot ballistic. It was on an old tree, and they had been overlooked by the enemy. He stood on the periphery of the explosion of the steel bomb. The power of the gunpowder did not shock him, but he had eaten a huge number of fragments. With his back facing the direction of the explosion, most of the clothes on the back of the body had become fragments, and the shrapnel penetrated the skin and embedded in the body. The blood oozes out of the dense wound, and in a short time, it gathers into a blood stream and infects the snow.

The most handy weapon was the crossbow he was holding. He didn't even think about it, and shot directly at the position of the enemy he judged. The flares on the hand crossbow pulled out the smoke tail, and the light became brighter and brighter on the way, and the surrounding scenery was clearly illuminated. The black shadow of a human figure also appeared in the light.

At this time, he hurried to get the fire gun hung on his body~www.ltnovel.com~ The effect of usual practice and physical fitness showed effect at this time. From lifting the gun, holding the handle of the gun, placing the finger on the trigger, and then pointing the muzzle to the dark figure standing on the ancient branch, the aiming was also completed during this period.

Before the quasi-center was fully pointed at the enemy, he pressed the trigger. The fire blasts gleamed, and a long roar was brewing. At the same time, an explosion also sounded at this time.

In the next moment, the firecracker, which weighs little, turned into an iron mass with tonnage in his hand, and he felt a little unstable in his upper body. The fire gun fell off his hand and fell into the snow in front of him. He then saw the huge hole in the waist and abdomen. There was nothing, even he himself didn't know why the upper body, which had lost a piece of spine support, had not broken.

In his eyes that lost his luster sharply, he saw a figure jumping from a tree and hitting it in the snow. With a face mask that looks like a crow's beak, through the lenses on the mask, you can also see the red violent eyes inside. Immediately the figure raised his arm, and a revolver was tightly gripped in that hand.

"It's still going to die." This was the last thing he thought about, and he used all his strength, so that the gunshots that sounded not far in front of him could not be heard.

Cassia let out a sigh of relief, and then tore off the mask, revealing a blushing face. I touched the top of my left ear, the hair there was a bit less, and it smelled of burnt. The flares above his head were still glowing enthusiastically.

"I don't know if it will be seen by the major and other enemy teams." Cassia fired a shot, knocked down the flare, buried it in the snow, and said to himself.

After searching all the remaining intact items of the enemy, Cassia replenished the ammunition he needed, and then proceeded in the direction where Major Barron and the others were.