In the scene where bullets flew everywhere and blood and flesh splashed, Weiss neither felt his blood gushing, nor felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Instead, he ran forward desperately under the desire to survive. The white wolves around him initially shook their eyes on the flares, so they reacted extremely slowly, almost standing there as targets. When they realized that the situation was not good, they began to run around. It would be quite difficult to shoot them again.

However, for Weiss, there is no big difference between these abominable white wolves being killed, ten or twenty. The most important thing is to be able to save a life by chance!

So he ran desperately, running towards the shaking red signal light. As he ran, he suddenly found himself in front of the signal light. It was carried in the hand of a big man wearing a white hat, a white mask, white clothes and white pants. There were two white-clothed soldiers on both sides of the left and right, shooting with guns. Less than twenty meters behind them was the building made of stone. I didn't think it was from a distance, but when I came in front of me, I realized that it was not an ordinary mountaineering hut, but a snow-capped mountain barrier that was seven or eight meters high, more than ten meters wide, with smooth outer walls and shooting holes.

Is this the No. 9 supply point that I want to see?

A few minutes later, Weiss sat by the stove and asked angrily: "You have heard my cry for help, have you?"

This stone building, built on the mountain, can escape from wind and snow, and resist attacks, looks quite large from the outside, and the spacious interior space is even more than imagined. In this warm and enclosed space, there are 17 men in military uniforms. Their white helmets and white cloaks are neatly stored on the shelf near the entrance, revealing all the buzz cuts and wearing navy blue military uniforms. In addition to having a long spear, each with a short spear and a long sword. You can tell at a glance that they are well-trained and well-equipped regular armed forces.

Everyone responded with a sneer, but the tall man who had previously carried the red signal light said, "Why, boy, are you still dissatisfied with this tone? Do you know our identities?"

Weiss looked up at the soldiers and glanced at them: "I don't care who you are. If you don't help me, I'll just be a bunch of cowards!"

"Huh..." The tall man lifted his boots and kicked Weiss' butt without hesitation.

Weisten stood up, but the other party was one head taller than him, with round arms and thick arms, and a tough look. If you really start, one would probably beat three or four like him...

"Don't be ungrateful, guy!" The man stared at Weis straight and scolded angrily, "We go out to save you because of the risk of exposing our whereabouts! If your life leads to the failure of the mission, our country will suffer immeasurable losses! If we don't go out and let you fend for yourself, what responsibility should we bear? Well? Nothing is needed! Because no one knows that we have been here at all!"

After hearing this, Weiss couldn't help but feel silent. It turned out that these guys were not the garrison troops stationed here, but were carrying out a special mission, which happened to be spending the night here.

He narrowed his eyes, and the corresponding tall box was green, and the values ​​also appeared in front of him:

Biological Function 2.9/2.9

Spiritual vitality 4.7/4.8

Combat Potential 12.4-238.5

Equivalent protection 8.0-13.0

Action speed 14.3-34.7

Let’s look at the others here. The boxes are also green, with different values. Life, will, defense, and movements are not very different. However, the killing value is interesting. Those holding a spear have a maximum lethality value of more than 10,000, and those who haven’t got it, the maximum lethality value is around 230.

This is obviously the bonus effect of weapons on lethality.

Seeing that Weis stopped talking, the tall man asked in his muffled voice: "Okay, now it's my turn to ask the question! Who are you? Why did you appear here at this time? Hum?"

"I said I was just a traveler to challenge myself, do you believe it?" Weiss replied.

"Bad!" The tall man looked contemptuous, "Look, you are either a border smuggler or a senior spy sent by the Norman Empire. Anyway, you are not a good person! Otherwise, why don't you dare to report your name?"

"I..." Weiss was speechless.

Seeing this, the tall man's expression became more and more serious. At this moment, an understatement came from the corner: "He is Long Klumber Heisen's heir to the prestigious Klumber Heisen firearms family. He was admitted to the Baston Military Academy last year. If nothing unexpected happens, we should call him the commander when we see him again two years later."

Looking in the sound, a young soldier with black hair and yellow skin and ordinary appearance was playing with Weiss' hunting rifle - this weapon was taken away by the soldiers when he first entered here.

"Do you know him?" the tall man turned his head and asked.

"Hmm!" The young soldier with a yellow face replied casually, "I was born in Somsonas City, where the Klumber Heisen Guns Family is located. My father is a very good gun craftsman. My grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather all work for the Klumber Heisen family, so...yes, I have known this young master Long Klumber Heisen since I was a child!"

The tall man's expression then calmed down, and then laughed: "It's a funny thing that the young master of the Klumber Heisen family, the famous Baston Military Academy, was almost buried under the fangs of the wombs!"

"Everyone has his own life goals, some are lifelong, and some are stage-by-stage." Weiss muttered, "Before this, I hunted a snowball and took pride in it."

After hearing this, the soldiers were a little surprised. They put away the ridicule just now, but there was no expression of admiration on their faces.

"Hunting snow flies alone is a test that the Klumber Heisen family has to go through before taking over the family," said the young soldier with black hair and yellow skin in a lukewarm tone. "But since the Klumber Heisen family joined the Grumman Group, excellent craftsmen have been lost and their operations have been deteriorating. The biggest trouble now is how to survive, rather than considering the inheritance of the family, right?"

Weiss lowered his head, not because of depression, but was absorbing and digesting this information.

Klumber Heisen family, gun workshop, heirs, Baston Military Academy, Grumman Group, craftsmen loss, survival problems...

This messy, it seems to be a bit interesting?

The tall man walked back twice after Weiss and said, "Okay, since your identity has been confirmed, Mr. Long Klumber Heisen, your shotgun is temporarily kept by us and will be returned to you when you leave. As for the spare materials stored here, you can do so at your own expense except what we need."

This is undoubtedly the best result at the moment.

Weiss stood up and said, "Thank you very much!"

The tall man walked to the entrance without saying a word, and sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

Weiss looked around and saw that about half of the soldiers were white, half of them were yellow and mixed races. Some of them were lying in garments, some were wiping guns, while the black-haired and yellow-skinned young man who had just proved his identity continued to look at his silver hunting rifle.

The ancestors of the family worked for the Klumber Heisen family on behalf of the N generation. According to normal logic, even if they had developed this "heredity" as a soldier, they should still have feelings for the family and the heirs of the family. However, looking at the expression and tone he had just spoken, he faintly showed some resentment. What was going on? If I took the initiative to talk to him, would I be misunderstood and suspicious again because of the weird words and deeds? Since this group of people are performing a special task, it is better not to provoke them...

After thinking about it, Weiss still kept these curiosity in his heart for the time being, sat there honestly to keep warm, and the black-haired and yellow-skinned soldier never had the intention to talk to him.

After running for a long distance, he fought hard with the cunning and fierce eric beasts in the middle of the night. His spirit and physical fitness were exhausted. In a short while, Weiss fell asleep.

When he suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, he was alone in the huge place, with clean surroundings and no footprints left. The people he saw and heard last night seemed to be their own fantasy.

Weiss breathed a long sigh of relief.

As soon as I stood up and stretched my limbs, I saw the silver hunting rifle placed in the position where the black-haired and yellow-skinned young man occupied last night. A ray of sunlight shone in from the breathable hole above, like a holy light from heaven. When it shone on the hunting rifle, the gun body actually reflected a brilliant light like a galaxy - it was the interweaving of bright silver and deep blue, the echo of holiness and mystery, and the fascinating holy seed...

Weiss walked over and picked up the gun, and found that it was wiped spotless from the inside to the outside. He was in a hurry and did not look carefully before. Only then did he find that the silver gun had four blue patterns with ripples in shape. They just reflected deep and charming blue light in the sunlight, and the shield-shaped logo at the position of the gun seemed to be engraved with the same material.

This kind of blue seems to have a special effect, which can make people feel relaxed and happy, like a spring breeze.

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then slapped it on his back. On the stone bench next to it was a leather bullet belt that could be tied around his waist or cross-body, which was stuffed with shotgun bullets. Next to the stone bench was his backpack, which contained a lot of things, and a pocket stove and two fuel tanks were added.

I felt inexplicably moved.

Next, Weiss walked around here and found a whole box of dry food, canned food, wine, fuel, blankets, medicine boxes and several types of hunting rifles and bullets on the storage rack. These looked like supplies for travelers to use in emergency use, and seemed to have no necessary relationship with the group of soldiers and their tasks. Anyway, the tall man said that except for the supplies they requisitioned, the rest of him could be used at will, so he took a few cans and a bottle of wine and returned to the stove to enjoy it leisurely. After eating and drinking, he moved to the stone steps at the entrance, blew the cold wind, and looked at the snow scene, and thoughts flew in his head.

Dongda!

Suddenly hearing the familiar gunfire, Weisho stood up.

Did that group of soldiers encounter the enemy?

But looking into the distance, I didn't see any abnormal scenes, and in the next few minutes, the gunfire did not sound again.

Did the gun fire?

No, intuition told Weis that this group of soldiers was capable and cautious, and it was impossible to make a low-level mistake like going off fire. Something must have happened, it must be!

He quickly turned around and entered the barrier, took off the medicine box from the storage rack, picked up two bottles of alcohol, five rolls of gauze, three bags of hemostatic cotton, a bottle of anti-inflammatory drugs and a row of painkillers into the backpack, tied the belt, carried the backpack, and walked out with a hunting rifle. What is the identity of the heir of the family in the firearm workshop, the burden of changing the family's destiny, and the prospect of military academy students, let's put these attractive things aside. Last night, the group of soldiers saved themselves at the risk of exposing their whereabouts. When they might be in trouble, what reason do they have to stand by?

But after walking out of the building, Weiss was in trouble again: although he knew that the gunshots came from the northwest, it was so difficult to find people in this vast snow-capped mountains. If they could not find them in time, what's the point of going out like this?

Just when he was deeply confused, the gunshots rang out again, and it sounded slightly different from before.

After rough observation last night, Weiss could basically confirm that the spears carried by this group of soldiers were all of the same style. If the second gunshot was not fired by their short gun, it would mean that the enemy was shooting!

Weiss took out his telescope and at the end of his sight to the northwest was a vast forest, and gunfire seemed to be coming from the woods. If he had walked, he would have to walk for at least three or four hours. As a result, the group of soldiers had left a few hours ago.

After thinking about it, Weiss made up his mind and embarked on a journey full of unknowns.
Chapter completed!