Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After a brief blast of flames, Captains 16 and 5 were left with shrapnel embedded in their bodies, their hair burned by the flames, and their scalps lifted behind them, revealing snow-white bones with shrapnel embedded in them.

The Major and the remaining four captains had not noticed the development of the situation at this time.The time difference between the seconds of the steel-hulled bombs was only about a second, and the sound of the explosion was connected in a series of enemy ranks.The precise projection technique, each of which landed in the middle of several enemies.The damage could not be maximized, but more enemies completely lost their due activity under the impact and shrapnel of the explosion.

The heart inside the body, which is the source of power, moved more violently at this moment, and the power was transmitted to all parts of their body through the rapidly flowing blood.

The flanks and nearby enemies were first turned into corpses by the baptism of bullets and sank into the snow.

There's still time, there's still time. This is the idea of Captain Sixteen, the other three captains.The cross pupils are opened, and the flow of time seems to have slowed down a lot.The enemies who are intoxicated by the suppression of fire in the eyes have all become static pictures, and the feel of the gun seems to have been raised to the peak at this time.,Every bullet can hit a good effect.Watching the ballistic line dragged by the bullet accurately point to the enemy's body and head, this slowed down world flow seems to be becoming more realistic.

Seize this crucial moment, and when the enemy is caught up in the movement of the battlefield ahead, and when the enemy's hearing is blinded by the sound of heavy machine gun flames, they need to make the most of this advantage.

The bullets in the magazine were tilted in an instant, and most of the surrounding enemies became ghosts.

The three captains hid behind the ancient tree, and the two eyes were no longer linked at this time, each eyeball could operate independently, looking to different places, expanding their field of vision as much as possible, and collecting all the information around them into their heads.

A few of the enemies reacted in advance, and the muzzle of the guns turned at this point, but the panic and surprise did disrupt their rhythm.

The Major and the other captain were still in the center of the enemy ranks, which was where the enemy should be focused.

"Spread out!" One of the captains who was changing his magazines yelled.His eyes were already looking to the sides, and his face as a whole showed a strange and strange feeling.The spirit seemed to be divided into two parts, controlling the muscles around the two eyes, allowing the eyeballs to rotate separately according to his own will.A very laborious technique, because the image that was passed into the eyes was also roughly separated at this moment.

I had already seen the sniper who had been holding them back in the battle, holding the gun alone, and through the sniper scope, I could even see a faint green light in the sniper's eye.

Time coincided with the sound of the roar, and the sniper bullet carried a swirling air current, breaking through the uneven snow on the ground all the way, pulling a hollow passage on it.

Brushing the body of one of the captains, the field combat uniform did not play any of its proper role, and along with a piece of flesh around his waist, it was torn to pieces out of thin air.

The ancient tree fell slowly, and the broken branches "crackled". The muzzles of the other enemies were aimed at them at this time, and the bullets that the heavy machine guns could break through the hard rock were also completely in place.

The few seconds until the trunk was blown to pieces were enough for the major to take out a group of enemies, relieve them of the pressure on them, and prepare for breaking through the fire net.

"Whew—" It was a long breathing sound, heavy, with the sound of a heavy heartbeat and wheezing after squeezing the body's functions, but after all, no one heard it, and the not too loud sound was completely drowned out by the sound of the resounding gunshots.

The exhaled white air was blown away by the cold wind, and the three captains had not yet noticed that someone had unknowingly come behind them.

Several bullets coalesced into a bundle and split into three directions, heading forward, with the heat that had not disappeared from the discharge, but in the eyes of the man who pressed the trigger, there was only the same cold wrapped around it.

The death spiral in the barrel causes the bullets to spin rapidly, less than a few tens of meters apart, and at the speed of the bullets, it is completely negligible.

They focused exactly on the three captains, all of them penetrating through the back of their heads, then through their foreheads, bringing out a canopy of loose material that landed with the fallen corpses on the snow, or on the ancient tree that was falling.

After a few quick breaths, Sitney's forcibly suppressed heartbeat vibrated violently in his body at this time.His face turned red, and the speed and reflexes gained by squeezing his body made him a little overwhelmed.But at that time, it could only be like this, and when Shanerna told him that there would be enemies more than ten meters away, his feet moved, and he went around behind them from the side.

I don't know how Shanna sensed the enemy hiding underground, but out of his intense interest in Shanna's eyes, his body was already moving without giving an order.

The beating of the heart makes his vision a little blurred, which is a very common phenomenon, because the beating speed is close to the limit of the physique.

"Sitney, get out of the way!"

The tree continued to fall at this moment, and Shanner, who had just been blocked by the trunk of the tree, appeared in Sitney's eyes.

As he spoke, Sitney saw that Särna's mouth was moving, and by the look on her face, she could tell that the sound should be loud.

"Boom.." He wasn't the only one standing by, and he wasn't the only one standing by. Bundles of bullets struck through the darkness and pierced through Sitney's heart, making a large hole, blood spurting out of the broken veins.