One last glance at the time, there were still ten minutes to go until six o'clock in the morning, but the sky was still dark and unchanged. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far away, there were several deep black shadows of large broken stones, and the captain finally decided to go there early to rest. And isolate the hounds, wait until the daytime to observe for a while, and then make a final decision.

After the sentry rotated, Kasia found a relatively flat place in the corner of the huge gravel, held the gun in his arms, and made sure that he could enter the attack position in the fastest time before closing his eyes and resting in a half-sleeping state.

The rest of the team did much the same thing as Kasia, except that they slept completely asleep. Veterans will fall into a deep sleep as soon as possible in their sleep, which is very helpful for rejuvenation.

There was no sound after a while, and the sentry listened carefully to the surrounding movements, and his mouth was sewn up from the moment he got off the airboat, except for breathing, and his speech ability seemed to have been lost.

Three huge hounds separated the team. The trainer tied them to a large patch of weeds, which concealed their massive bodies and served as a mat for them to rest. In winter, the temperature is still very low. Trainers must have feelings for their hounds.

Kasia's mind doesn't think much about things when she rests, just making sure that her basic perceptions can radiate around her. Captain Captain was doing the same thing, and it could be felt that a lot of his attention was on the three-headed hound.

"What's wrong with the hound?" Kasia couldn't figure out. It has only been two days since the mission was carried out, and no obvious traces of the enemy have been found. During this time, there should be no intersection between the entire team and the enemy. But judging by the phrase "stay away from the hounds" on the communicator not long ago, it seems that the other team has been attacked.

In the end, without figuring out why, Kasia opened a slit in her eyes and glanced at the three hounds. They've curled up in a ball of weeds and are resting like the rest of the team. He also focused the scattered perception on the three hounds, and since those words were really coming from the communicator, there must be a reason.

The accident occurred at about ten o'clock in the morning, and the only people who were awake at that time were Cassia and the captain of the captain.

Something unknown appeared in her perception, and Kasia woke up from her half-sleep. When he opened his eyes, the captain had already sat up, and drew his tactical knife behind him.

Together with the two whistles, four pairs of eyes looked at each other almost simultaneously. The three hounds were already standing in the weeds, their eyes bloodshot, their mouths grinning, and their snow-white, sharp teeth completely exposed to the cold air. Viscous liquid flowed from their mouths, and steaming white breath erupted from their noses on a winter day.

Before they could prepare, the three huge hounds, who were more than half an adult tall, broke free from the ropes that held them, which were steel chains, and in order to prevent accidents, the captain made the trainer make them firmer during the break. The next moment, the three hounds swooped down on Kasia's side.

"Don't use guns!" the captain quickly reminded in a low voice. The two veterans of the sentry also knew that even if the matter was urgent, the guns without the muzzle brakes were too loud to reveal the approximate location of the team in the mountains.

As he spoke, the captain and Kasia bounced off the ground almost at the same time, their hearts beating smoothly and the slow-flowing blood instantly accelerated. Their faces flushed slightly as a result.

The two sentry guards were on the left and right of the team. The speed of the hound was very fast, and three huge hounds flew at one of them at the same time, and it was Team Seven. Because he couldn't shoot, Seven could only rely on his body's habitual reaction, and at the moment when the hounds jumped and pounced, his body rolled several times in a row and dodged to the side.

This is an improved breed of hounds, not only in terms of size and scent tracking, but also in the ability that other hounds should have, all of which have been strengthened in the process of improvement. At the base, some people called this hound a boar dog. Because not only is it incredibly powerful and numerous, but it is also as great as an adult wild boar in terms of resistance to damage. A few shots to the body will have little effect on its own activities, and will instead provoke them with pain, multiplying its destructive power.

Seven knew that he couldn't resist hard, and that he could shoot and still have a chance to fight, so he could find an opportunity to shoot the three hounds one shot at a time. But now relying only on the barrel of the firebolt to strike, Seven believes that with his current ability, he has not yet reached the level where he can resist three modified hounds alone.

There was also a tactical knife, but the speed of the hound gave him no time to pull it out. It only takes less than a second to knock down a person, and dodging their pressed bodies is enough for Seven to treat them wholeheartedly.

After rolling on the ground five or six times in a row, the clothes on his body were not thick enough to make a good cushion, and Seven only felt a pain in his body being bumped by the raised gravel on the ground. Feeling like he had dodged the pounce of the three hounds, Seven tried to get up and immediately move away from the area behind him. But before his hand was on the ground, a burst of hot air sprayed down on the back of his neck.

Even the strong fishy smell could not be smelled, and under the huge bite force of the hound's upper and lower jaws, as well as the pulling and biting, Seven's fragile neck was separated from the body in a crisp sound.

Captain Captain and Kasia arrived at Seven's side at this time. The three hounds immediately turned their heads, and a huge mouth with bloodstained teeth could completely enclose an adult's head, and then they all bit at Kasia and the captain in unison.

There is no great danger, and all that Kasia and the captain need to do is be careful not to make as many loud noises as possible.

The body is driven by the footsteps to dodge the attack of the hound biting. At this moment, the hands of the two of them holding the tactical knife tightly behind their backs found the right time at the same time, found the weaker parts of the bone from different parts, and pierced it. The blade of the knife more than ten centimeters long was all submerged into the head of the hound, and it quickly turned several times under the drive of the wrist, and the brain tissue in the skull was completely destroyed in an instant.

One of the remaining hounds tried to fight back again, but in the process of flying, another veteran guard jumped up and knocked them away, and both bounced off in the air and fell to the ground. The hound stepped on fine gravel when it landed, and its body was a little unstable, but with its own sensitive balance system, it was able to stabilize its body at once.

The hound lunged at Lieutenant Seventeen, who had fallen to the ground, but by this time Kasia and the captain had already reacted. Without pulling out the tactical knife, Cassia, who was closest to the remaining hound, immediately reversed his body, grabbed his hands directly from top to bottom, and violently closed the mouth of the hound, which was about to bite Lieutenant No. 17, and connected with its entire huge body, which was running wildly, also stopped there in an instant, unable to move forward in the slightest.

At this time, the captain of the captain also flashed from behind Kasia, stood on the other side of the hound, and threw a very heavy punch into the hound's thick chest. It was only a little late, and the still shiny tactical knife also pierced through the side of the hound's skull, and the blade was completely submerged, leaving only a dark gray hilt. The next moment, the moving wrist drove the blade of the knife to end the life of the hound.