The people next to each other all stood up, and there were shaking black shadows in the dim light of the fire. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info they began to clean their backpacks, and some things that were not needed for a short time were all placed on the ground to lighten the weight of the battle. Advancing through the snow, even if the captains open the way, the resistance to the advance is still a factor that cannot be ignored.

The communications corps outside was sending detailed information from all over the place, and Major Barron was standing in the snow at this time, looking at the faintly lit woods in the distance, thinking about something.

The sound of Soso sorting out his equipment came from behind him, and the soldiers were preparing the best response to the current situation. Finally they took off their gloves, and each of them reached for a syringe with a needle, which, in the dim light, contained a yellowish liquid. The amount is quite sufficient, about ten milliliters.

The soldiers turned on their flashlights one after another, and all the scenery in the concave terrain was illuminated. With the help of the light, the soldiers found the location of the cephalic vein in their arms and began to inject the yellowish liquid in the syringe.

"Major, the injection has been completed, and it will probably take a few minutes until the best results are achieved. A captain walked up to Major Barron and whispered. Behind the two, the soldiers were already neatly lined up and stood in several boxy squads. Once the rest of the ranks were assembled, Major Barron should have re-divided the queue.

The soldiers moved their bodies in place, and many more took out the little food in their backpacks and ate them in large gulps. The high-energy food they brought with them would not have been enough to keep them up to now, but along the way, each team suffered varying degrees of casualties. The supplies of the dead should have been supplied by the others who survived.

"Wait a minute, Captain No. 2 also said that the effect of the concocted potion is not very stable. In order to ensure that the potency of the medicine really works in the battle that follows, you can wait a few more minutes. The captains with the guns have not yet returned, and we are just waiting for them to return. Major Barron said to the captain beside him, glancing behind him with a cold look in his eyes. The figure of the soldier is obvious in the light of the flashlight, but it is not real, and it is somewhat similar to the three-dimensional paper cuts.

"Physically, I still can't get used to it, the temperature at night is a lot lower, and the effect of stimulants can only be regarded as a counterbalance to this situation. He thought. In the black sky, the snowflakes must still be drifting vigorously. Major Barron couldn't see it, but he felt it clearly in his exposed face.

"Is the enemy still delivering the news?"

"No more. After the shelling, no further flashes of signal transmission were seen. The communications soldier replied by looking at the silhouette of the major, who had been looking through his binoculars at the area of the shelling, and there was nothing left but the flames that were still burning.

"Why was it discovered, was the signal really intercepted and deciphered?" After a long moment, Major Barron's gaze went back and forth on the woods and snowy peaks dozens of times before he spoke. No one answered, and everyone fell silent at this moment, waiting for the major's next order to attack.

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Shanerna had been staring at the pitch-black woods. Not long ago, the light of the flare illuminated a small area there, and she took advantage of that time to take advantage of the sniper scope in her hand to take a closer look at it.

It always felt like someone was hiding in the canopy, and that's how she felt. Although no evidence was found in the field of vision, her instincts as a sniper and her senses far stronger than those of the other students told her this. Beneath the ice-covered bushes and a little snow squatted a hibernating prey.

Just after the operation, the communications soldiers on their side stood on the ancient tree. Sharna swapped out bullets for special ammo and stared at the spot through her sniper scope, allowing Frey to give a signal.

The cross letter was already aimed at a location in the dark air, and Shanerna was even delusional at this moment. As long as you press the trigger immediately, you can kill a living life in a silent manner after two or three seconds.

It was a strong feeling, and Sharna's whole body heated slightly, and the fingers holding the trigger trembled. As she was imagining this, something else appeared in her eyes. It was an orange glow that lit up almost at the same time, like small glowing insects flying up from a distance, very fast, and then getting bigger and bigger, and the light became more and more intense.

As a last resort, Shanerna could only shift her crosshairs and look at the rapidly expanding bright spot. Spots of light flew above the black trees at great speed, scattering light that reflected a moving circular circle of light above the canopy of the ancient trees. Because of the extreme speed, in Sharna's eyes, the circle of light on the trees moving with the light source had the illusion of an oval.

It was a cannon, and Shanerna saw the object that was glowing and recognized what it was. She immediately asked Frey to signal the danger to the other side, hoping to catch up in time.

In her wide field of vision, several points of light moved rapidly with an elliptical aperture, and she could know where the target of these artillery bombardments was without having to calculate them by ballistics.

It takes a lot of time to transmit the signal by flashing lights, and while it is fast, it is still a far cry from the rapid artillery.

Shanerna could only watch with her sniper scope as the cannon approached the target area in a very short period of time, dragging its long tail of orange flames and smoke. The artillery that ran at the front did not hinder it and hit the signal man. In Shanrna's eyes, the Messenger's body was in pieces, blood and shards of internal organs scattered sideways.

Then, at this moment, her crosshairs turned to look next to the Messenger. The sudden occurrence took up most of her attention, but in her heart, she had always cared about the strong feeling she had not been so long ago.

When she refocused on the spot that had made her suspicious, it was no longer pitch black because of the flames of the cannon explosion. But it's not bright, and there's no superfluous scenery, because in Shanner's sniper scope, and in her field of vision, a pair of blood-red eyes already occupy most of the frame.

With such beautiful eyes and sparkling colors, Shanerna sighed in her heart, as if she had seen her favorite thing. The magnifying effect of the sniper scope, combined with her own excellent eyesight, made those eyes seem to be close to her. For a brief period of staring at each other, the spatial distance between the two was lost.

But Shanerna didn't hesitate, her face involuntarily showed a pleasant smile at the sight of her favorite things, and the moment she saw those eyes, she pressed her fingers harder.

The "bang" sniper rifle made a breath-like sound, and a long impact flame erupted, and the air around Shanerna shook like a wave, and a special sniper bullet more than ten centimeters long had been fired.