Hans felt as if he was in the spotlight of the awards party, and his hostile eyes were like dazzling searchlights, shining his whole body through, and a drop of crystal cold sweat flowed down his forehead. Obviously, he felt the full malice of the ice giant Charlie and its subordinates.

In many cases, the quality of a tough guy is reflected in that even if he has a lot of hatred, he can still stand firm. He just thinks it is a big bag of bad-tasting mustard powder, and Hans belongs to this type of person. Seeing that the purpose of this trip has been achieved, he turned around and took a few generous and straightforward steps to show that he doesn't mind at all.

Then, he saw that in the snow in front of him, his figure was flooded with a large shadow, and behind him, there were bursts of rapid running, shouting, and roaring sounds. The old man wiped the cold sweat with his left hand, and his right hand lifted up his previous tool of crime, the Oriental Stick, and staggered towards the preset ambush point.

If, at this moment, someone looked down at a height of hundreds of meters away from the valley, he would observe an interesting phenomenon, a black dot was moving at high speed, and behind him, less than ten meters, at least one soldier from the reinforcement company was following his footsteps. The distance between the two sides was sometimes close and sometimes far, and there seemed to be a special tacit understanding, but Old Hans could always ensure that he was not caught by the soldiers.

In less than a minute, hundreds of people including Hans chased each other and ran for at least several miles. At this speed, even the World Championships long-distance running champion would be ashamed of himself. The fighter still breathed evenly, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating. This level of training was not enough for him to warm up, but the toy soldiers were out of breath and could not bear it.

Seeing that Hans had been shaking away dozens of meters away, the pursuers began to slow down. So he turned his head and shouted: "Boys, you guys didn't have breakfast, right?"

He paused for a moment, grabbed his big hand, rubbed a large snowball in the snow, pinched it tightly, and threw it backwards. The snowball swayed in the air and hit the soldiers.

"Oh!" A toy soldier was unfortunately hit, with snow stains on his head and his body paused.

"Damn guy!"

"Everyone work harder, catch him and kill him!" The toy soldiers were talking, furious, quickened their pace, and the chase game began again.

"The enemy is almost entering the ambush circle, Bob, Feng is in his position." Yang Jian sat on the snow pile and issued an order while playing with a small snowball with both hands.

Bao Zhuangshi occupied the commanding heights, steadily holding the lightsaber, standing proudly, looking ahead, blood radiating from his body, the blood and energy in his body rolled uneasily, and a violent aura spread out, as if he was about to taste the taste of blood when he was disagreeable.

The sharpshooter was holding a handful of brushing Cheng Liang's strings and doing the final filling. There were a lot of heavy weapons beside him, such as the White Flame Winged Dragon.

"Sisi, pay attention to reporting points every three seconds." Yang Jian looked at his watch.

"There are more than a hundred meters left", the clear female voice of the Dark Night Messenger rang out.

"It's almost five o'clock. After this ticket, why are we going to prepare dinner?" Yang Jian glanced into the distance.

"Fifty meters left!"

"Twenty meters left!"

"Hans is here!"
Chapter completed!