I ran alone in the snow, and even though the snow was white enough to cover my knees, and despite the exhaustion of my whole body with every step I took, I still had to run through the snowy fields with no end in sight.

What we were looking for was found shortly after we landed, but the sudden change in weather made our air response come to naught, and we could only rely on the shoulders and **** of our brothers to transport the treasure-like thing back to the hands of those military researchers who had already stretched their necks in anticipation.

But the journey of hundreds of miles, there are many valley passes and dangerous situations on the way, if one accidentally is ambushed .......

In particular, there is a signal generator on the thing that fell from the sky, and before we can track the signal to find this thing, I am afraid that other people have already followed this signal to this way.

We can't take any chances.

We all know how important that precious thing is, and we all know what kind of losses and troubles can be caused if we miss it. The brothers didn't fight with me, and no one said anything superfluous......

I've been running in the snow for two days now, and I've had two or three anti-tracking trigger mines in several locations suitable for trapping. Although the gadget is only the size of a thumb, and the lethality is not too strong, once it is blown up by that little thing, it is certain that it will lose its combat ability.

I can't go head-to-head with the guys who are tracking me, I can only weaken them as if I were peeling back the cocoon, hoping that the wounded soldiers will slow them down.

In the same way, I know that as soon as the weather is fine, my brothers will definitely come back to meet me. When the time comes, I'll be heading towards the helicopter, and I'm going to say goodbye to the slingboots behind me!

The occasional explosion behind me was like a stimulant, and I was full of energy. The field rations taken from my brothers ensured that I had plenty of energy, and everything seemed to go according to my expectations, except for the sore body caused by the snowstorm.

All I can say is that I was lucky.

It was so heavy in the snow, and in complete darkness, that I actually heard a strange movement behind me!

And it really fulfills the old saying that I shouldn't die, I walked for two days without a bump, but the moment I heard movement behind me, I actually fell under my feet, and fell into the snow on the side with a crooked skew.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched two dark shadows fly past me, one after the other, and a fishy wind rushed into my nostrils.

Before I could stabilize my figure, I knew that I was going to spoil the dish this time......

But anyone who has a little knowledge of raising dogs knows what a Tibetan mastiff is, and they all know how powerful a Tibetan mastiff is.

An ordinary young Tibetan mastiff can take care of the home and help the herders graze their cattle and sheep. The adult Tibetan mastiff roars like a lion and can give birth to cracked tigers and leopards. Even the feared wolves in the wasteland did not dare to easily break into the territory of the Tibetan mastiff.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tibetan mastiff only recognizes one owner in its life, and its size is too huge to be suitable as a military and police dog, I am afraid that the Tibetan mastiff will appear in the army all over the world.

Judging from the size and volume of the two black shadows just now, I estimate that they are two Tibetan mastiffs that have just become adults. Especially after a miss, knowing to look for the next favorable opportunity to attack, this is definitely the behavior of a well-trained military dog.

I slowly pulled out the dagger from my waist and slowly stretched out the self-defense steel spike on my right arm.

In the darkness not far away, there were always two fast-moving shadows, as if I could kill two Tibetan mastiffs the size of calves if I used the automatic rifle in my hand to shoot at each other.

But I knew it couldn't be!

Trained military dogs almost always lure enemies in this way, and the canine's rapid movement is enough to make my bullets miss.

They wanted me to sweep around with the automatic rifle in my hand, and they knew that if my automatic rifle bullet was empty, there would be a brief gap in defense!

They were waiting for this moment, for the moment when they could easily tear my throat or chest!

Against such a ferocious animal, a gun is not as effective as a dagger.

In the snowstorm, I squatted in the snow nest where I fell.

My back was pressed against the hard snow wall in the snow, and my **** curled up slightly, ready to launch a deadly attack.

The steel spike in my right hand stretched out like a foraging snake baring its fangs.

The military dagger in my left hand was held backwards like a sinister hungry tiger with its claws.

I'm waiting, waiting for the moment that is most suitable for me to attack, the moment when one blow will kill.

It's like those two Tibetan mastiffs hiding in the dark!

I've always felt that a privileged life can degrade a lot of people's natural skills.

There are cars out of the car, which makes people unable to run or jump. An occasional exercise that exceeds one's physical exertion can be exhausting.

Eating fish makes people delicate and expensive. A little hard and coarse food will cause stomach trouble, or even appendicitis and other problems......

But who has ever seen those energetic old farmers in the mountains who have crossed the mountains and mountains to cultivate, and will say that they have these problems of backache and weak legs? Who has ever seen those hunters who come and go like the wind in the mountains and forests, drinking mountain springs and nibbling buds?

Originally, I was like that.

Thankfully, my rigorous training in the military has reawakened the wildness that has been buried in my body, allowing me to become a ferocious beast again when necessary, and to be at the top of nature's food chain!

When a fishy wind struck again, I stabbed the self-defense steel thorn diagonally, almost with a gut instinct developed in the struggle, but the dagger in my left hand was crossed in front of my chest and abdomen.

Among the large carnivores in nature, canines and felines are the most difficult to deal with. The agility and ferocity of the feline animals have long been their habit of killing with one hit, and the cooperative attack of canines is a nightmare for all kinds of prey creatures.

I know that those two Tibetan mastiffs are not moving, and if they move, they will attack separately and together, and they will never give me the next chance to fight back!

The self-defense spike in my right hand stabbed into the gaping mouth of a Tibetan mastiff, and coincidentally penetrated the roof of the mastiff's jaw, and then through the mastiff's ear.

In return, two of the knuckles of my right hand were crushed by a hard bite. Especially the thumb of my right hand, I can even feel the subtle sound of the tendon being torn by the sharp canine teeth!