The strong wind in the forest blew on his face with large snowflakes. The group led by Major Brooks wore hats, wrapped in scarves, lined up in a double column, and walked forward silently. When he just left the camp, the queue was still very compact, with only a dozen meters from the head of the team to the end of the team. However, before he could walk five hundred meters, the team had become loose and sparse.

The military police brought by Lieutenant Lebold were tall, burly and strong men. I can't guarantee anything else that their physical strength was definitely not bad. But in this forest where wind and snow, they were like a few big stupid bears who had just woken up. They walked and staggered, colliding with their companions from time to time, or falling suddenly, making people laugh. The crew members from the first-class patrol ship "Scout Orlean" looked as honest as miners. After two days of getting along, they gave people the impression that they were indeed able to eat and be able to do it, and most of them were low-key and united and friendly. In the wind and snow, they supported each other in groups and looked after each other. Although they had slightly distanced apart, they were in each other's sight...

Weiss walked heavily behind Major Brooks and Nicholas. The woodland was covered with thick snow, and it looked very flat. If you stepped on it, it might be a pit. The rifle became a convenient crutch. In this case, Weiss would never dare to load the bullet. However, the erodon that appeared near the camp early in the morning touched his sensitive memory. Along the way, he was more cautious than anyone in the team, paying attention to the surrounding situation with vigilance, and even frequently activated his enemy-to-eight identification system without hesitation.

During the night training course of the sniper Colonel Borgwiin, Weiss found that his "human radar" could penetrate the camouflage to identify the lurker, but it could not play an infinite role. It would not work for targets that were completely out of sight, such as a mound, a whole forest or even a hill, across.

As he walked, he squinted his eyes in his right hand direction. Weiss's heart suddenly stumbled. The two red virtual boxes corresponded to the battle data of the adult eridomon!

Weiss took off the scarf covering his mouth and nose and shouted loudly: "Please take care of it! There are two erido beasts on the right!"

Even though Weiss tried his best, only Nicholas turned around and looked at him inexplicably.

Feeling the danger approaching quickly, Weiss stood still, loaded his gun, and was about to fire a warning, but suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot from the end of the team.

If you guessed correctly, it should be the revolver of the military police!

As soon as the gunshot sounded, the team stopped moving immediately, but before everyone could turn to the battle state, several white shadows flashed out in the wind and snow. Weiss narrowed his eyes and watched helplessly as the red and green virtual boxes merged together.

Wails filled with horror came one after another!

A second ago, Weiss was still wondering whether these ericottoed beasts were crazy in his remnant years. The next second, he realized that this beast was a master of tactics in nature. When the weather was good, they would patiently hunt alone pedestrians, and when the weather was bad, they decisively launched lightning attacks on the crowd who lacked vigilance and response!

Weiss was unintentionally admiring the wonders of nature. He knew that once he fell into chaos, the self-defense effect of guns would be greatly reduced, and the sharp claws of wild beasts would be rampant. Therefore, he forced himself to remain calm, with the butt on his shoulder, the muzzle slightly drooping, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Who said that the static shooting training in military academy is useless?

In a moment, a white shadow jumped out from his left and threw the intelligence specialist behind him down. At the critical moment, Weiss raised the gun slightly and pulled the trigger without distraction. He heard a "coaxing" gunshot, and a bright red blood flower exploded on the back of the snow-white ferocious beast!

At this moment, Weiss had no distracting thoughts in his mind. He pulled the bolt, threw the shell, loaded it, and aimed at it as fast as possible.

Seven or eight meters away, a crew member with blood on his face and nowhere to fall from his hat rolled and crawled to his side. The white beast behind him had red eyes and bloody mouths. He rushed over and bit one of his arms.

Weis pulled the trigger without hesitation. In a flash, the arched back of the ericy beast suddenly exploded with a bloody mouth. The white bones and red flesh inside splattered in a broken state. The beast that was ferocious a second ago was now like a wild dog ravaged by a whip, wailing and rolling aside.

Click...b...swish...

With one breath and one breath, Weiss reinstalled, picked up the gun, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes!

In the white stormy waves, he remained motionless like a reef.

Such calmness and courage gave Nicholas Moor next to him great encouragement. This Baston Military Academy student, who had no inferior shooting skills, fired one after another in a perfect manner. Although his bullets were always absent, the dense sound of gunfire was like rumbling war drums, which made the soldiers try their best to break free from the panic of the attack.

At least around Weiss, gunfire has overwhelmed the wailing sound!

The third time he pulled the trigger, he saw the red flower in the snow again. In such a chaotic situation, he could get a 100% hit rate against the almost full-sighted eric beast, which was definitely enough for Weiss to brag about his awesome record for half his life, but he had no time to think about it, and stretched out his hand to his waist. Damn, because he was wearing thick leather gloves, he couldn't take out the bullets from the bullet bag. What's worse, Nicholas beside him also fired all the bullets in the bullet bay.

While you are sick and killing you, those white beasts seem to understand this truth. Just as Weis hurriedly bit off his gloves with his mouth and was about to reach out to get the bullet, a strong and fierce eric beast suddenly appeared in front of them, exerting force from all four feet, ready to leap into the air...

At this moment, Weiss saw Major Brooks lifting his pistol from the corner of his eyes. His cold expression and cold gaze were simply a super cold-blooded killer?

Bang...bang...click!

Two bullets were fired, the pistol was hung empty, and then looking at the erichimon in front of him, there was no change in his body except for a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

It instantly soared into the air and rushed towards Weiss and Nicholas.

For Weiss, it was no longer important whether it was his target or Nicholas. In the flash, he grabbed the bolt with his right hand and held the stent in his left hand, poured the strength of his upper body into his hands, and struggled to smash the butt into the head of the ericorn.

If this stock is broken, even if it doesn't have half its life, it will make it retreat, right?

But at this moment, a bullet flew from somewhere and suddenly "bited" Weiss' arm!

Although Weiss's butt stock was not reduced, his hand trembled, his movements deformed, and his trajectory was deviated, and the stock hit the lower jaw of the ericorn. As a result, not only did he not get enough force in this blow, but he also fell out of balance. The person fell in the air, and his heart suddenly felt sad: This is really a meeting with his teammates of pigs...

Because he was wearing a heavy coat and holding the rifle with both hands, the only thing Weis could do was to try to face the fierce beast that was as fast as lightning. The attack just now was obviously not enough to cause a heavy blow to it. It still maintained a steady posture when it landed, and was less than a foot away from the baby-faced guy, and he could almost bite him with a head. This guy was agile on weekdays, but he was stunned at this moment...

In desperation, Weiss roared angrily, and the syllable itself had no meaning, but the moment he spoke, the ericorn probably thought his opponent had a second move, so he jumped up on the spot and completed a 180-degree turn in the air.

Just this time, the baby-faced guy woke up from his dream, pulled his hands left and right, and hit his lunge sideways, and smashed his gun hard at the forehead of the ericotto beast.

After lying on the ground, Weis exerted force on his waist and a carp came to thrust. But before he could stand up, he felt a white shadow rushing towards him.

Behind the white shadow, there was a baby-faced guy who used a standard butt-shocking action but failed to hit the target.

Oh no!

Weis hurriedly raised his gun to protect his chest. In the flash, he felt a heavy punch in front of him. A depressed aura in his abdomen instantly churn out, turning into a muffled groan of "uh". Before he could react, the white shadow in front of him changed direction instantly, and he rushed over to his right arm, and a strong and fishy aura came to his nose.
Chapter completed!