War Lord

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In the dazzling fire, a torrent of hot metal cut through the wolves like a giant sickle. It tore through the corpse wolf's not very strong body, countless wolf blood was flying, and every time the fire light passed, dozens of corpse wolves became real corpses. However, their companions stepped on these corpses one after another, constantly attacking the caravan's defense line.

It has been more than half an hour from being watched by the wolves to the moment of the fight. The machine guns in the soldiers' hands were already hot, and what's worse, the ammunition was almost consumed. Although the Arctic fox uses a stepped attack to ensure the suppression of firepower and endurance. But as the battle continued and physical strength declined, gradually even experienced veterans would show some negligence.

And these negligence, which seemed insignificant in normal times, would kill them on the battlefield.

After two soldiers fired a round, they should have retreated to the rear under the cover of their comrades to replenish their ammunition. I don't know if the impact of the wolves has made their nerves too tight, so that while retreating, they lowered their heads and took out the magazine to replace the machine gun with new ammunition.

But with such a bowed head, a few strong male wolves emerged from the pack. They rushed to the vicinity under the line of fire of other fighters. With a big mouth, they picked up two soldiers with bowed heads, and then threw them to the wolves behind.

The soldier screamed in terror, waving his hands and feet indiscriminately but fell into the pack of corpse wolves to no avail. Immediately, there were screams, and the wolves were like sea sharks that had seen blood. Dozens of male wolves rushed at the two hapless soldiers, ripped apart their warm and soft bodies with their sharp claws and fangs, and then enjoyed it. Fresh blood and pieces of meat.

"Damn, when did these ghosts become so difficult?"

The adjutant of the Arctic Fox, Vader, cursed, and a white man in his thirties held two machine guns and fired at the wolves. His ability is the enhancement of vision in the perceptual field, a free visual distance similar to zero, but the limit distance of Vinda's vision is about one kilometer, and it will be discounted at night. Even if the perceptual domain is not a direct combat type ability, but with Vinda's first-order precision shooting, it can ensure that more than 80% of the ammunition fired falls in the wolves and causes effective damage.

But as Vader said, these corpse wolves are obviously much more difficult to deal with than the same kind they have encountered before. In addition to knowing how to attack in steps, these beasts have more flexible movements and stronger bodies. Unless they directly hit their foreheads, they must use several times or even more bullets to stop these abnormal creatures from moving.

"Never mind the troubles. What's more troublesome is that they seem to be a lot smarter than before." Bart is the captain of this mercenary. He is in the golden stage of his life in his forties. Both energy and stamina are the most vigorous time, but Bart is even more proud of his experience in leading troops. Under his leadership, the Arctic Foxes have maintained an error rate of only about 10% in the past ten years. This is one of the reasons why Campbell chose them as their guards.

The captain's ability is Tier 4 sniper specialization, so while commanding the team, Bart also plays the role of a sniper in the team.

"Vida, for the sake of God, find out the wolf for me. If it collapses, we will be over." Bart yelled, the attack of the wolves seemed so orderly. The wolf was commanding, and Bart said nothing to believe. As a sniper, his vision is naturally not much worse, but at night, it is obvious that the adjutant with enhanced vision is more capable of this task.

Vader lived up to his expectations and soon found a strange male wolf among the wolves. It is about one-third larger than other corpse wolves, and it is not covered with pure black fur, but with red hair. The wolves are moving behind the pack, and the occasional gestures should be a signal to direct the pack to attack. This kind of wisdom shouldn't have appeared on the corpse wolf, and Vader looked a little creepy.

"Found it, **** it. It seems to have a certain amount of intelligence. Captain, it's in your direction at three o'clock, about five hundred meters away!" Vader shouted.

Bart picked up his sniper rifle and set the muzzle, the barrel pointed in the direction Vader said, and many corpse wolves appeared in the sight. But just like Vader, Bart quickly found the wolf. It is so different, it is too special to be ignored.

"Well, don't move. Baby, let me take care of you with one shot, and then we can all rest, right." Bart muttered to himself, the front sight in the sight moving slowly but accurately.

Until the front sight locked the wolf's brow, Bart quickly pressed the trigger.

But at the moment he shot, the head wolf in the sight suddenly lowered its head, so the sniper shell grazed its thick back, only ploughing a wound with deep visible bones.

"Asshole!" Bart scolded, knowing he had lost his best opportunity. The frightened wolf won't be so cheap to him again, and the cunning guy will definitely hide himself.

However, at the same time Bart's cursing sounded, the head wolf that had escaped Bart's blow suddenly swayed wildly, and a **** flower popped out of the wolf's head. There was an unbelievable look in the wolf's eyes, but the brain was destroyed, and no matter how strong it was, it had to fall to the ground.

After that, a muffled gunfire came from a far away place.

To death, the wolf didn't know where the bullet came from.

The death of the wolf caused confusion among the wolves army, and the wolves that lost their command changed from an efficient war machine to an ignorant beast. After being killed by the Arctic fox another ten or so, the corpse wolves quickly retreated with their tails between them, leaving only one corpse on the ground.

Watching the wolves retreat, Bart breathed a sigh of relief. Following it was to clean up the battlefield, which was naturally carried out by the soldiers below. After he reported to Campbell, he came to the team and smoked a cigarette with Vader.

"It seems that we have noble people to help." Vader said looking at the long night.

Bart nodded his head heavily: "He is a very powerful sniper. Judging from the time the gun was fired to the time the wolf was shot, the opponent fired at least 1,500 meters away."

Vinda exaggeratedly stuck out his tongue and said: "Head, you can't hear it wrong. Even with the most accurate sniper equipment at such a distance, it is difficult to achieve 100 shots in the daytime. What's more, it's a big night now. "

"That's why I said that the other party is amazing." Bart said bitterly: "Damn, I am a Tier 4 sniper, and his limit at night is only 800 meters. He is 1,500 meters, hey."

Vader held back his laugh, but didn't ridicule his captain anymore.

The sound of the locomotive engine came at this time, and in the wilderness under the dark, a little light was lit in the distance. The light gradually approached Bart and the others, the captain winked, and Vader immediately threw away the cigarette. The adjutant called several soldiers forward together. Behind Vader, the soldiers raised their machine guns in the direction of the lights, and made a posture ready to shoot.

"Stop, if you don't want to sieve it." Vader called to the knight on the locomotive.