Panther Commando

Only then did Henry realize that after the sharp saber in his left hand stabbed into the chest of the rushing wolf, the wolf claws grabbed his left arm in a hurry. The scar on the arm was scratched by the sharp nails on the wolf claws. No wonder I felt a sharp pain in my left arm.

He leaned against the big tree with his gun on his back, and he was sweating coldly. The extreme tiredness and the tense fight with the wolfhound just now made him feel sore and weak. His two limbs were shaking unconsciously. , full of despair.

He never thought that he, the famous Black Mirror sniper, would die in the mouth of a group of hungry wolves today. This is indeed a great irony for him, a sniper who has killed countless people on the battlefield. He thought of this, and the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a self-deprecating look.

He stared blankly at the fast-running wolves around him, his right hand holding the pistol slowly lowered, he knew that once the wolves attacked again, with his current state, he would never be able to repel the wolves again. attack.

At this moment, a layer of bright moon-white color suddenly appeared in the dim mountain, and the wolves running left and right suddenly stopped, all raised their wolf heads and looked into the air, suddenly opened their big mouths and let out deafening noises. Howling.

"Ow..." Dozens of wild wolves howled suddenly, their deafening voices shaking the undulating mountains. Henry, who had lowered his muzzle and was ready to sit still, suddenly heard the deafening roar, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. The deafening howl made Henry, who had lost confidence, shake violently. He raised his head and looked into the air, a full moon suddenly emerged from the thin clouds, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the whole mountain.

Henry understood, today is the day of the full moon, no wonder the wolves will howl in the sky, maybe that round moon is the totem that the wolves worship. He turned his face and glanced at the howling wolves in the sky, and a strong sense of survival immediately rushed into his heart.

How could he just give up, how many winds and waves have come, how can a famous Black Hawk sniper lose his life! He opened his mouth and sucked in a few breaths of fresh air, quickly inserted the pistol into the holster, then bent his legs, gathered all his strength and jumped up, grabbed the tree branch above his head and roamed a few times quickly, Then he turned over the thick branches of the tree.

He was lying on the tree branch, gasping for breath, the action just now exhausted his last bit of strength, his heart was beating violently, his throat seemed to be smoking with thirst, and his arms were tightly wrapped around the tree branch. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would fall off the branch.

At this moment, the howling of the wolves suddenly stopped, and they turned their heads to find that the prey that was about to reach their mouths suddenly climbed up the tree, and a group of hungry wolves rushed down the tree angrily. Sharp canine teeth were exposed on the open mouth of the blood basin, and it flew tens of centimeters below Henry.

Henry hugged the tree trunk tightly, and now he had no strength to draw out his weapon, he could only watch the **** mouths fly under him, and he could smell the warm wolf's mouth in his nose. Pungent smell.

At this time, more than a dozen wolves had gathered under the big tree, and a few violent wolves had their front paws on the thick tree trunk, either digging the bark with their sharp front claws, or biting the tree with their big mouths. , The sound of "click, click" was particularly harsh in the dark mountain, and the thick tree trunks continued to tremble with their movements.

Henry was lying on the branch with his eyes open, his legs drooping down weakly. He tried hard to control his balance, not letting his weak legs fall off the branch, but his lead-filled legs were still constantly moving towards him. The tree fell, and a few wolves jumped high and their mouths almost touched the toes of his shoes.

There was a look of despair and terror in Henry's eyes. He already knew that he would not last long. Once he exhausted his strength, he would immediately fall under the tree and be buried in the mouth of the pack of wolves. He seemed to have seen it. The scene of being bitten to pieces by a pack of wolves.

Just when Henry was about to despair, a clear Y language suddenly came from the earphone hanging by his ear: "Black Hawk, where are you?"

With these clear words, Henry immediately felt a warm current flowing through his heart, as if he had caught a straw in the rapids. His dry eyes suddenly became watery, and he tried his best to open his mouth and replied loudly. : "The foot of the mountain, the tree, the wolf!" His senses, which have become dull, have realized that this is the voice of his teammates!

But the words he thought he tried to shout out were as weak as mosquitoes. He has no strength, his hands are weakly loosening the tree branches under him, and the two legs behind him have fallen to the tree weakly.

At the critical moment, "da-da-da", "da-da-da"... A burst of fierce gunfire suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, and a string of fires suddenly appeared at the foot of the dark mountain, and a wave of heat was directed towards the green under the tree. Spots of light swept across the sky, and a few dark shadows were rushing towards the hillside in the moonlight.

The sudden sound of gunfire immediately broke the silence in the mountains. Four or five big wolves who were standing on the trunk and digging the bark with all their might suddenly whined and fell to the ground with the hot wind. The wolves surrounding the tree suddenly became agitated, and then turned around and ran quickly around.

Amidst the fierce gunfire, several big wolves running fast suddenly let out a few whines, and then rolled on the hillside a few times, and then stood up and limped into the surrounding darkness. drill.

In the blink of an eye, the green light spot under the big tree disappeared into the vast night. There were only a few big wolves tumbling on the ground around the tree, still wailing in pain, and there was a strong smell of blood under the tree.

Following the rushing figure, Henry closed his eyes weakly, and his hands finally let go of the tree branch below him, his body immediately fell from the tall tree branch, and the small dead branches around him followed. With his falling heavy body, he made a snapping sound of "click" and "click", and they fell to the tree together with him.

"It's Black Eagle, hurry up!" One person shouted hurriedly in Y language, and the two figures flew under the tree, stretched out their arms to catch Henry who fell from the tree, and the two who rushed immediately rushed Arriving around the big tree, he raised his gun and aimed it all around.

The few people who rushed at this critical moment were the Black Hawk five-member team that escorted the arms smuggling in the mountains. They failed to attack the SWAT squadron in the mountains, but one died and two were injured. They immediately withdrew from the battle, escorting the arms and quickly ran deep into the mountains.

Fortunately, the two lightly wounded were only scratched by bullets, which did not affect the speed of the action, but the five-member team already had these four members left, as well as the three men who were escorted by the vehicle.