Chapter 344: 5. The first cry of the giant (1)

The red full moon hangs high in the cloudless night sky, and is needed to reserve the winter. The bats flying around activate the uneasy seeds in people's hearts.
The soldiers bathed in the moonlight remembered the ancient legend: when the red moon rises to the highest point, the devil wolf from the north will ask for tribute from the people. If people don’t give blood, the wolf will tear the land with claws and teeth. living people.
Grandpa and grandma, with stories of piety and fear, have scared many crying children. Recalling now, I just feel absurd. Apart from getting a chuckle, there is no way for these gangsters who have returned from to germinate any feelings.
The heads of the wild wolves or wolf orcs they chopped up were enough to build a hill. In their eyes, the pointed ears and furry beasts were only prey, not fearful hunters.
Breathing out the mist, it seemed to be in the white forest of Lapland again. Recall that the urine will freeze in the air, and the large one needs to bring a stick-used to knock off the frozen feces, so as not to freeze the cold on the ground. Recalling the fights and brothers who can no longer see the scenery of their hometown. Looking at the brightly visible lights in the distance, I thought that tomorrow I would finally enter the Wangdu, melancholy and excitement coexisted in the soldiers' hearts.
After Hu Siran thought was thrown away in an instant, the soldiers returned to their original condition, staring coldly at the forest covered in blood.
The time is nearing midnight. Under the ominous red moonlight, everything in the forest is covered with a hazy coat and given a different image. The trees are like ghosts with open teeth and claws, and owls are twisted into ghost messengers.
It is not surprising that a passerby walking in the forest wearing a long coat covering his ankle all the way from his head was seen as a wolf.
The sergeant guarding the entrance of the barracks whispered a command, and a small group of soldiers lifted the axe flat, and the sharp blade with cold light was pointed forward. The crossbowmen hide behind the fence and the refusal, tightening the crossbow string.
As the distance drew closer, every soldier could see clearly. Close to him was a two-legged human in a weird coat and carrying luggage. Can be intuitively portrayed for them. It is still a four-legged, long-haired beast with strong limbs and shredded prey with sharp claws and teeth.
Feeling a non-good-hearted atmosphere, the passenger who was recognized as a wild wolf stopped. Bend down deeply to salute, and make a straight request in the shadow of the hood covering the appearance.
"Late night to disturb the rest of the distinguished people, I'm extremely sorry. The small one is a traveling merchant. I lost important goods on the way to Duroko Tulum. I don't know what to do...you see. Can you send it? Kindness, let the little stay overnight?"
"Do you stay overnight..."
The bearded sergeant muttered, walking toward the sloping passenger with a troubled face.
The right hand suddenly disappeared, and the silver light burst out of the sergeant's waist. Burst at the passenger's location.
The impacted ground cracked a slash, and gravel, grass clippings, and dirt scattered around, but the passenger who was supposed to be half-split was not in that position.
"It's a bit like pretending, V.E's stooge!"
The sergeant raised his head, and his black coat fell to the ground leisurely.
In order to avoid people's eyes and ears. They deliberately chose a remote trail with few people. Suddenly a guy who claimed to be a businessman ran out to meet the murderous army and asked to stay overnight in the barracks-this is not careless, it is just playing other people as a fool.
When I gather my strength again, I am ready to continue the pursuit. A thunderbolt crossed the forehead, and the sergeant's horizon was stained with a blood-red starry sky, realizing that it was interrupted.
"Ah, it should have been this way from the beginning, disguising or talking about the scene. It's troublesome."
A ray of blue smoke flew under the coat, and the teenager exposed in the moonlight shrugged, overlooking the sergeant whose entire face was blown away.
"Anyway, I patiently played for a long time, just kept in the drums until the end, and was killed unconsciously."
Silver-gray hair is ponytailed behind the head. Craftsmanship is neat and elegant, and at the same time has wild and unruly facial features-rather than being described as handsome, it is better to say that it is an elegant and free young face. At this moment, it is happily telling the horrible things.
The soldiers spontaneously formed a wedge commando formation. The bushes of the halberd attacked the teenager.
"Oh, don't you want to be killed honestly?"
Ignore the stabbing gun forest. The teenager said leisurely.
The spearmen roared together, and a staggering sound of steel struck the night sky on the grass.
Missed.
A strange feel came from the long weapon that penetrated the coat. The eyes had just moved away from the black coat that had been pulled down, and a strange sound of a metal being pulled and pulled came from above.
"Do you want to compete with wolves?"
The teenager jumped into the air and laughed, looking down at the dull faces. While rotating, pull the trigger. Crisp and loud gunshots sounded one after another, and a shuttle of 20 rounds of bullets all hit the soldiers' heads, and none of them went empty.
It was a sufficiently powerful pistol bullet. After being fully accelerated by the heavy long barrel, the power was further amplified. When these fierce bombs drilled into the heads from the eye sockets, nose bridge, and mouth, terrible things happened.
The bullet first smashed the eyeballs, nose bones, and teeth, followed by impact with the skull, deformed, cracked, and rolled, and lifted the soft back of the head and flew out. A pink paste, a mixture of brain porridge and blood, sprinkled into a pot of rotten porridge, sprayed onto the ground from a large hole in the mouth of the bowl. Several unlucky heads even exploded like a small watermelon, exposing the inside of the white skull.
This is a spectacular sight that the warriors returning from the bloodiest battlefield have never seen before. The soldiers preparing to reinforce the robe are also frightened. The body is getting cold.
Hush--
The whistle blows away the smoke from the muzzle, and the young man in the strange black military uniform looks at the huge pistol in his hand.
"It's not very good."
In the right hand is a specially-made special assault pistol.
Inheriting the huge body of the Mauser 1932 automatic pistol, the fired is not 7.63mm Mauser pistol bullets, nor the 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets made by the Defense Forces of Alfheim. The 20 rounds of long magazines contained the famous P pistol ammunition.
With full reference to the years of the Republic of China, the 254mm long barrel of the carbine-type Mauser pistol was added to the "big-eye box" of the Shanxi Arsenal Eslite Cottage, ensuring "a rapid fire and effective killing within 70 meters" The goal. Even though it is more subtle with the user's magically modified submachine gun-firing .44 Magnum pistols and using a 100-round drum-like imitation 79 micro-punch, there is still a little difference in power and rate of fire. But at least at this moment, the teenager is really satisfied with this gun~EbookFREE.me~ Next, you guys—"
The guard's black uniform shone brightly, with triangular ears upright, and the tail drilled from the opening in the back of the pants dangling.
"Such a good gun, don't you want a shot?"
The ensign of the Caspar Georgsky Guards narrowed his eyes, as if looking at a group of roosters to be slaughtered, and looked at the Charlemagne warriors critically, with a frivolous laugh. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)
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Li Lin: Yesterday’s award-winning book friends are-Jin Leifeng, all the fans, poor nameless, NASS. Congratulations!
Niederhogg: Today’s question 1. What is the so-called big-eyed box? (Hint: Shanxi arsenal, shell gun), 2 look at Charlemagne soldiers like roosters, the reason for this stem? (Hint: Among the five hooligans of the Blue Star, John Bull has been pinched for more than 100 years. Women and foreigners can only win the battle. The one that Hans Meow burst into chrysanthemums many times.)