Steel steam and flame

I took a last look at the time and saw that it would be six in the morning in about ten minutes, but the sky was still dark and unchanged.

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

After the rotation of sentries continued, Cassia found a relatively flat place in the corner of the huge gravel, held the gun in his arms, and after making sure that he could enter the attack position as quickly as possible, he closed his eyes and fell into a semi-sleep. Rest in state.

The other members also did the same thing as Cassia, except that they were completely asleep. Veterans will enter deep sleep as soon as possible when they are asleep, which is very helpful in restoring their spirits.

After a while, there was no sound. The sentry also listened carefully to the surrounding movements. His mouth seemed to have been sewn shut after getting off the airship. Apart from breathing heavily, his language ability seemed to have been lost.

Three huge hounds separated the group. The trainer tied them to a large patch of weeds. The lush dead grass could hide their huge bodies and also serve as mats for them to rest. The temperature of gravel in winter is still very low. The handler must have feelings for his hound.

Cassia didn't think much about anything when she was resting, she just ensured that basic perceptions could be spread around herself. The captain was doing the same thing, and you could feel that a lot of his attention was on the three-headed hound.

"What problems can happen to hounds?" Cassia couldn't understand. 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 interaction between the entire team and the enemy. But judging from the tone of "stay away from the hounds" in the communicator not long ago, it seems that the other team has been attacked.

In the end, without thinking through the reason, Cassia opened her eyes through a slit and glanced at the three hounds. They had curled up into a ball in the weeds and rested like the other team members. He also focused his scattered perceptions on the three hounds. Since those words really came from the communicator, there must be a reason.

The accident happened around ten o'clock in the morning. At that time, except for the two sentries, the only people who were still awake were Cassia and the captain.

Something unknown appeared in her perception, and Cassia woke up from her semi-sleep state. When he opened his eyes, the captain had already sat up and pulled out his tactical knife.

Along with the two whistles, four pairs of eyes looked over at almost the same time. The three hounds were already standing in the weeds, their eyes were bloodshot, their mouths were grinning, and their sharp white teeth were completely exposed to the cold air. Thick liquid continuously flows from their mouths, and in winter, puffs of steaming white breath spurt out from their nostrils.

Without any preparation, the three huge hounds, which stood up to the height of more than half an adult, broke free from the ropes that tied them. They were steel chains. In order to prevent accidents, the captain asked the trainer to make them stronger during the break. The three hounds flew towards Cassia and the others the next moment.

"Don't use a gun!" the captain quickly reminded in a low voice. The two veterans on guard also knew that even if the matter was urgent, the sound of the gun without a muzzle brake was too loud, and the approximate location of the team could easily be revealed in the mountains.

While speaking, the captain and Cassia jumped up from the ground almost at the same time, their gentle heartbeats and slowly flowing blood accelerated instantly. Their faces turned slightly red.

The two sentries were on the left and right of the team. The speed of the hounds was very fast, and three huge hounds pounced on one of them at the same time, which was team member No. 7. Since he couldn't shoot, No. 7 could only rely on his body's habitual reaction. When the hounds took off and flew over, his body rolled several times and hid to the side.

This is an improved hound breed, not only in size and scent tracking, but also in other abilities that a hound should have, all of which have been enhanced in the process of improvement. In the base, some people call this hunting dog a wild boar dog. Because not only is its strength and weight astonishing, but its resistance to damage is also generally the same as that of an adult wild boar. Being hit several times on the body has little effect on its own activities, and instead the pain will irritate them, doubling their destructive power.

No. 7 knew that he couldn't resist forcefully. If he could shoot, he would still have a chance to fight. At that time, he could find an opportunity to shoot the three hounds to death one by one. But now he only relies on the barrel of the fire gun to hit him. No. 7 believes that with his current ability, he has not reached the level of being able to resist three modified hounds by himself.

There was also a tactical knife, but the speed of the hound gave him no time to draw it. It only takes less than a second to knock someone down, and avoiding their pressing body is enough for No. 7 to devote himself to it.

After rolling five or six times on the ground, the clothes on his body were not thick and could not provide good cushioning. No. 7 only felt a pain when his body was bumped by the raised gravel on the ground. Feeling that he had escaped the swooping attack of the three hounds, No. 7 wanted to stand up and immediately move away from the place behind him. But just as he put his hands on the ground, a burst of hot air hit the back of his neck.

Even the strong fishy smell could not be smelled. Under the huge bite force of the hound's upper and lower jaws and the pulling and tearing, No. 7's fragile neck separated from the body with a crisp sound.

Only then did the captain and Cassia rush to No. 7. The three hounds immediately turned their heads. A huge mouth with blood-stained teeth could completely wrap an adult's head. At this time, they all bit Cassia and the captain.

There is no huge danger, all Cassia and the captain need to do is to be careful and try not to make a loud sound as much as possible.

Driven by his footsteps, his body avoided the bite attack of the hound. At this moment, the two men, who were holding the tactical knives tightly behind their backs, found the right moment at the same time, found the weakest bone in different parts, and pierced it. The blade, which was more than ten centimeters long, was completely inserted into the hound's head, and it quickly rotated several times under the guidance of the wrist, completely destroying the brain tissue in the skull in an instant.

The remaining hound wanted to fight back again, but during the flight, another sentry veteran jumped up and knocked him away. The two bounced off in the air and fell to the ground. When the hound landed on the ground, it stepped on fine gravel and its body was a little unstable. However, relying on its own sensitive balance system, it stabilized its body immediately.

The hound rushed towards Lieutenant No. 17 who fell on the ground, but by this time Cassia and the captain had already reacted. Without pulling out the tactical knife, Cassia, who was closest to the remaining hound, immediately turned around, grabbed his hands from top to bottom, and violently closed the mouths of Lieutenant No. 17 when the hound was about to bite him. And its entire huge body, which was running wildly, stopped there in an instant, unable to move forward at all.

At this time, the captain also flashed from behind Cassia, stood on the other side of the hound, and punched the hound's thick chest with a very heavy punch. Only a little later, the still shining tactical knife penetrated the side of the hound's skull. 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 hound's life.