Steel steam and flame

The body was slightly arched, maintaining a position where it was easiest to exert force. If the steel-cased bomb failed to cause fatal damage to the enemy, Cassia would have to seize the time to kill the remaining two while the enemy was affected by the explosion. people.

It should be successful, Cassia thought as the orange-yellow light of the flare gradually dimmed in her cross pupils. At least until the flares are completely extinguished, the remaining two people should hide and stay still to avoid being discovered if they move too much.

The two of them also hid behind the ancient trees and shared the information they obtained through sign language in the shadows.

"No!"

"No!"

Through the mirror, the two gathered zero information. On the mirror, there are only woods that gradually turn orange in color, like an oil painting that is gradually being corroded by nature, and is accelerating in the falling of dried paint patches.

They failed to find the enemy. When they looked in the direction where the enemy disappeared, the traces of running were crisscrossed on the snow and extended into the darkness in the distance without a clear end point. Apart from the sound of the wind, the only sounds around them were their own breathing and heartbeats.

There was a time when I thought that the enemy had left here. It was eerily quiet. Apart from the two living creatures, the rest of the things here were silent inorganic objects.

Holding their breath and observing carefully again, the two of them were highly concentrated. Under the light of the flare, all the scenery is once again detailed and layered in their eyes, and some tiny details are transmitted to the brain through sight for accelerated processing.

The two believed in their feelings that the enemy was nearby, but they were hiding very well. It takes some time to digest the information collected in your head. After about ten seconds, you may catch the enemy's tail.

The world of oil paintings smeared by the light of flares is rapidly losing color and reality at this time, and decay will soon cover the entire space. The two of them considered whether to fire another flare. Darkness itself was dangerous, and the enemy seemed to be quite good at perception.

The two of them told each other their thoughts with gestures. The other person had already taken out the hand crossbow with the crossbow loaded, and was preparing to move his position and prepare to launch the second flare when the flare became ineffective.

"Okay, we still have time to spend, so don't think about the raid mission anymore." The two continued to talk, while not forgetting to look at the small mirror that penetrated the light.

The two elliptical spheres were already heading towards their two fixed points in a nearly straight trajectory. The speed is very fast, and under the gradually shrinking flare light, it is almost invisible. Only when their eyes caught the two steel-cased bombs flying over did their bodies rush towards both sides without any control of their brains. This seems to be an instinctive action to avoid bombs.

Fast and slow, the man holding the hand crossbow was obviously stunned for a moment. His head was thinking about something at this moment, and he didn't make much movement to throw himself down. He used the ancient tree as his axis, and the distance he moved was very small. Even in the end, most of his body was hidden within the protection of the tree trunk. The other person's reaction was great, and the distance of the save was far enough to avoid the explosion damage of the bomb by eight or nine points.

The roar of two steel-cased bombs exploded in their ears without any surprise. The snow expanded, and the impact force also passed through the air, pushing on them the next moment.

The damage was not serious. The man who jumped out completely had only a few pieces of shrapnel flying past his body without any real damage. He left the tree trunk shelter where he was hiding and fell down into the snow. His heart, which instantly became cold, and his heavy body sank together.

"Oops..." The paralysis that instantly spread throughout his body was due to fear. He wanted to stand up immediately and hide behind an ancient tree. His body sunk into the snow struggled violently, trying to shorten this time. But the three bullets that were staggered back and forth had been synchronized with his time, like two straight lines in arithmetic, interacting with each other accurately at this moment. Red blood blooming from the snow marked the intersection.

In the sound of "swift,,," breaking through the air, another person also traced the red-hot trajectory back to the source of the bullet. It was on an ancient tree, and they were always being looked down upon by the enemy. He stood outside the explosion of the steel-cased bomb. The power of the gunpowder explosion did not impact him, but he ate an extremely large number of fragments. His back was facing the direction of the explosion, and most of the clothes on the back of his body had been shattered into pieces. The shrapnel penetrated his skin and was embedded in his body. Blood seeped out from the small wounds, and in a short time it gathered into a blood stream, infecting the snow.

The most convenient weapon was the crossbow he was holding in his hand. Without thinking, he shot directly at the enemy's position that he judged. The flare on the hand crossbow pulled out a tail of smoke, and the light became brighter and brighter on the way, and the surrounding scenery was clearly illuminated. A human-shaped black shadow also appeared in the light.

At this time, he quickly went to get the fire gun hanging on his body, and the effect of his usual practice and physical fitness showed its effect at this time. From picking up the gun, holding the handle, placing your finger on the trigger, and then pointing the muzzle at the black figure standing on the ancient branch, the aiming was also completed during this period.

Before his crosshair was fully pointed at the enemy, he pressed the trigger. The firegun emitted a faint light and was brewing a long roar. At the same time, an explosion also sounded at this time.

The next moment, the weightless firecracker turned into a heavy iron block in his hands, and he felt that his upper body was a little unstable. The gun fell from his hand and fell into the snow in front of him. He saw the huge hole in his waist and abdomen. There was nothing left, and even he himself didn't know why his upper body, which had lost a section of his spinal support, hadn't broken yet.

In his eyes that suddenly lost their luster, he saw a figure jumping down from the tree and crashing into the snow. The mask looks like a crow's sharp beak, and through the lenses on the mask, you can also see the violent red eyes inside. Then the figure raised his arm, and a revolver was tightly held in that hand.

"I'm still going to die." This was the last thing he thought about, and it took all his strength to even fail to hear the gunfire that rang out not far in front of him.

Cassia let out a breath and then pulled off the mask, revealing a face that was slightly red from boredom. I touched the top of my left ear. There was a little hair missing and it smelled like burning. The flares overhead were still glowing brightly.

"I wonder if the major and other enemy teams will see it." Cassia fired a shot, knocked down the flare, buried it in the snow, and said to himself.

After searching for everything that was left intact by the enemy, Cassia replenished the ammunition he needed, and then continued in the direction of Major Barron and the others.