With his body slightly arched and in a position where he could easily exert his strength, if the steel-hulled bomb failed to cause fatal damage to the enemy, Kasia would have to kill the remaining two while the enemy was affected by the explosion. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It should work, thought to Kasia's cross pupils, reflecting the fading orange-yellow light of the flares. At least when the flare is not completely extinguished, the remaining two should honestly hide and do not move, lest they make a big move and be discovered.

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

"Nope!"

"Nope!"

Through the mirror, the two gathered zero information. On the top of the mirror, there are only woods that are gradually turning orange, like an oil painting that has gradually been corroded by nature, and is speeding up the fall of dry lacquer.

They failed to find the enemy, and when they looked in the direction where the enemy had disappeared, the snow was crisscrossed with traces of running and stretching into the darkness in the distance, with no definite end. In addition to the sound of the wind, only the sound of their own breathing and heartbeat remained.

At one point, it was thought that the enemy had left the place, and it was eerily quiet, except for the two living creatures here, the rest of the place was a silent inorganic object.

Holding his breath and observing carefully again, the two of them were highly concentrated. Under the light of the flares, all the scenes are refined and layered in their eyes again, and some small details are transmitted to the brain through the line of sight to speed up processing.

The two believed in their own feelings, the enemy was nearby, and they just hid very well. It takes a little time to digest the information gathered in the head, and after about a dozen seconds, you may be able to grab the enemy's tail.

The world of oil painting painted by the light of the flares is losing color and solidity at an accelerated rate, and decay will soon crawl over the entire space. The two of them considered whether to fire another flare, the darkness itself was dangerous, and the enemy seemed to be quite good at perception.

The two men gestured to each other to inform them of their thoughts, and the other had already taken out his crossbow with a good crossbow and was ready to shift his position while preparing for the second flare to be fired when the flare was out of effect.

"Yes, we still have time to run out, so don't think about raids. The two continued to talk, their eyes not forgetting to look at the small mirror peeking into the light.

The two ellipsoidal spheres were already striking at their positions in a near-straight trajectory. It's fast, and it's almost invisible under the shrinking light of the flares. The eyes of the two caught the two steel-hulled bombs flying over, and their bodies were already rushing towards both sides without the control of their brains. It seems to be an instinctive act to dodge bombs.

One fast and one slow, the man with the crossbow was obviously stunned for a moment, his head was thinking about something at this moment, and the action of falling down was not big. He uses the ancient tree as his axis, and moves a small distance, and even in the end, he hides most of his body in the protective range of the trunk. The other had a great reaction and pounced far enough to dodge the bomb's explosion damage for eight or nine points.

The roar of the two steel-hulled bombs exploded in the ears of the two of them without the slightest accident, the snow swelled, and the impact force was also pushed on them the next moment through the air.

The person who did not hurt much, and the man who completely threw himself out, only a few pieces of shrapnel flew past his body, and there was no substantial damage. He left the shelter of the tree trunk where he had been hiding, and his body fell into the snow, and his heart, which had become cold in an instant, sank together.

"Oh no、、、" The paralyzing sensation that instantly spread throughout his whole body was because he felt fear. He wanted to get up and hide behind an ancient tree immediately, and his body that sank into the snow struggled violently, trying to shorten the time. But the three bullets were already synchronized with his time, like two straight lines in arithmetic, interacting with each other with unmistakable accuracy. The red blood that bloomed from the snow became a sign of the intersection.

In the sound of "、、、 breaking through the air", another person also traced the source of the bullet through the red hot trajectory. It was on an ancient tree, and they had always been looked down upon by the enemy. He stood on the periphery of the explosion of the steel-hulled bomb, and the force of the explosion of the gunpowder did not affect him, but he ate a very large number of fragments. With his back to the direction of the explosion, most of the clothes on the back of his body had been reduced to shreds, and shrapnel penetrated the skin and embedded himself in the body. Blood seeped out of the fine wounds, and in a short time it pooled into a stream of blood, infecting the snow.

The most convenient weapon was the crossbow he was holding, and without thinking about it, he shot directly at the position of the enemy he had judged. The flares on the crossbow pulled out the tail of smoke, and the light became brighter and brighter along the way, and all the surrounding scenery was clearly illuminated. The black shadow of a human figure also appeared in the light.

At this time, he hurriedly went to get the fire gun hanging on his body, and the effect of his usual practice and physical fitness showed his effect at this time. From lifting the gun, holding the handle, putting your finger on the trigger, and pointing the muzzle of the gun at the black shadow standing on the branch of the ancient tree, the aiming was also completed in this period.

Before the crosshairs were fully directed at the enemy, he pulled the trigger. The firebolt spewed a glimmer of light, and a long roar was brewing. At the same time, an explosion sounded at this time.

The next moment, the firecracker, which weighed not much, turned into a tonnage of iron in his hand, and he felt a little unstable in his upper body. The firebolt fell out of his hand and into the snow in front of him, and he saw the huge hole in his waist and abdomen. There was nothing left, and even he didn't know why the upper body, which had lost a section of spinal support, hadn't broken yet.

In his eyes, which had lost their luster sharply, he saw a figure jump from a tree and smash into the snow. He wears a mask that looks like a crow's pointed beak, and through the lenses on the mask, you can see the pair of red violent eyes inside. The figure then raised its arm, and a revolver was clenched tightly in that hand.

"Still going to die. It was the last thing he thought about, and it took all his strength so hard that the sound of gunfire not far in front of him could be heard.

Kasia let out a breath before she ripped off her mask, revealing a reddened face. I touched the top of my left ear, where the hair was a little less and smelled of burning. The flares overhead were still glowing enthusiastically.

"I don't know if it will be seen by the major and other enemy squads. Kasia fired a shot, knocked the flare off, buried it in the snow, and said something to herself.

After searching for what was left of the enemy, Kasia replenished the ammunition he needed and continued in the direction of Major Barron.