"Would you like a different gun?"

Sentinel handed Freida a sniper rifle.

"No, fifty meters is perfectly enough for me. Freida looked at the gun in her hand, the first gun she got was also this model, the empty gun weighed about 0.96kg, and the bullet fired just now was a Parabellum 9mm pistol bullet, Freida weighed it, and there were about fourteen bullets in it.

"I admit that your performance just now is indeed amazing, but your actions are tantamount to sending them to death, not to mention that they have ice mist and improved weapons in their hands, and there are more than 100 people on the other side alone, and we only have ten people here. ”

"You guys are in the back to help me, and I can do it alone, oh yes, lend me my clothes. Freida took off Sentinel's hunting jacket and put it on.

"You can't be the little girl you were twelve years ago. Watching Freida tie her ponytail and her messy shredded hair, Whistle couldn't help but ask.

"So what?"

Hearing her say this, the disdain and speculation that Whistle had just now all turned into awe.

Twelve years ago, a wandering army of the Hua Dai tribe called Hua Xuan raided a small town in the Kashgar border region at night.

No one knew exactly what had happened that day, but when the city's guards arrived the next day, in addition to the dead townspeople, there were also the corpses of the Flower Selections piled up, and when they got closer, they saw that the Western swords held by the Flower Selections had been pierced into their chests.

And beside the pile of corpses sat a little girl who was only seven years old.

She was on her knees covered in blood, praying like a saint.

It's hard to believe that little girls did it.

But then the little girl disappeared, and no similar incident happened since, and as time went on, the incident gradually became dusty in memory.

Yes... It seems that this plan is going to fail.

Think of a way to get those who don't use swords to go.

He thought to himself in distress.

But apparently, Freida didn't give him that chance.

After sending the news that the support team had been wiped out, the two returned to their makeshift camp in Kanga, where Freida seemed a little tired and stood there a little unsteady when she returned.

"What's wrong?" Whistle hurried to help her, and Freida frowned and shook her head.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw her again with her innocent and clear eyes.

"What's wrong with me, Mr. Whistler..."Wuxi pushed Whistle away and propped his hands on the table, "I... I was like..."

She was a little emotionally unstable, and Whistle Grace was on the side to soothe her.

"You fell asleep just now. ”

"Is it really just asleep?" she glanced down at her outfit and smiled wryly, "You don't have to lie to me, I know, she's killing again." ”

"Again?"

"Hmm... Mr. Whistle, can you go out for a walk with me?" she pleaded.

The two of them walked near the camp, and she walked very slowly, and Whistle slowed down to accompany her.

"Twelve years ago, it was our tragic encounter, our town was bloodied, and I was lucky to survive... I was in pain and helpless, and it was then that I heard her voice, and she could let me live and avenge me, but she wanted me to lend her my body. ”

Wuxi said suddenly.

"I was only seven years old at the time, and I was so scared that I said yes... Then when I woke up again, the corpses of those people were piled up in front of me as a small mountain, and the swords they were using pierced through their hearts..."

She calmly recounted the horrors of her childhood, and there was no trace of fear in her tone.

"Then the guards took me to the city, and then the doctor said that I had a rare disease and had a dual personality, but I knew I wasn't, Freida was real in this world..."

Although she comes from a country that Muki has never heard of.

"But she didn't show up again during the observation period, and I was sent to the seminary, where I survived because of God's favor, and on the other hand, I wanted to repent of my sins on her behalf, so I became the most devout saint. But a few years ago, she reappeared, because someone donated a beautiful Western sword to the temple, and I think deep down in my heart, I must have hated the Western sword, and she must have been, so when someone mentioned who was using it, she would appear and eliminate the user of the sword. ”

After speaking, she smiled bitterly: "Now that you know my secret, you can send me back to the city to dispose of it, so that you will get a large sum of money and never have to do anything against your will again." ”

She was only nineteen years old.

Although he is not a gentleman, he still can't do the thing of exchanging money for a little girl.

"Forget it, send you over, then I will also fall into the net. ”

As he said this, he suddenly changed his normal behavior and smiled mildly at her: "Go!"

He took her hand and ran through the desert.

"Ah, Mr. Whistle, where are you taking me?"

She asked breathlessly.

"Take you somewhere!"

Instead of a desert wonder, Whistle took her to a towering sand dune, then turned around and picked her up, making her look at the scenery beneath her feet: "Are you scared?"

She glanced down and immediately closed her eyes: "Please don't be kidding..."

Feeling her nervousness and fear, Whistle put her down and laughed twice: "Is the bad mood a little better?"

"Hmm... Hahaha~" She reacted, and smiled like him: "Indeed, I ran all over my body in hot sweat, and you scared me into a cold sweat again, and now I have no time to take care of those, thank you." ”

"It's a return gift. ”

After saying this, he returned to his usual state.

But just when they were in a better mood, they received new information.

Intelligence says that Sofrant was directly involved in the invasion of Kanga, and that a new batch of ice mist had arrived at the camp of the Hanadai army.

The sandstorm appeared near the sacred fire camp again, but after the sandstorm, the saint Sirin disappeared.

"Will Sirin be in any danger?" said Wuxi anxiously.

"No, I think she should be in Kanga soon. Whistle said with certainty.

"Why?"

"Because she is the saint of Daniel, she knows better than anyone what she should do in such moments. ”

The unclear words worried her.

Although Muki is not yet in control of the current situation, she still believes in Whistle and stays in Kanga.

It turned out that he was right.

In the afternoon of the second day, Batur led the Daniel army and confronted the Hanadai army head-on under the dunes.

And Sirin, dressed in red and carrying the holy fire, came to the top of the sand dunes and joined Wuxi.