In the midst of this scene of bullets flying and blood and flesh splattering, Weiss neither felt his blood pumping, nor did he feel nauseous and wanted to vomit, but he ran desperately forward driven by the desire to survive. The white wolves around them were so stunned by the flares at first that they were unusually slow to react, and they almost stood there as targets, and when they realized that something was wrong, they began to scatter and flee, and it was not easy to shoot them again.

But for Weiss, it doesn't make much difference whether these abominable white wolves are killed in two, ten, or twenty. Being able to get a life back by luck is the most important thing!

So, he ran as hard as he could, towards the flickering red signal light. Running and running, Huo Ran found himself in front of the signal light, it was carrying a big man wearing a white hat, a white mask, white clothes, and white pants, and there were two white-clothed soldiers on the left and right sides of the gun shooting, less than twenty meters behind them was the stone building, and I didn't think it was from a distance, and when I got to it, I realized that it was not an ordinary mountaineering hut, but a snow-capped mountain barrier seven or eight meters high, more than ten meters wide, with a smooth outer wall and shooting holes.

Is this the No. 9 supply point that makes you want to wear it?

A few minutes later, Weiss sat down by the fire and angrily asked, "You heard my cries for help, didn't you?" ”

Built against the mountain, this stone building can not only hide from the wind and snow, but also resist attacks, from the outside is not small, and the interior space is even more spacious than you can imagine. In this warm enclosed space, there are a total of 17 men in military uniforms, their white helmets and white cloaks are neatly stored on the shelves near the entrance, revealing their uniforms, wearing navy blue military uniforms. In addition to a long spear in each hand, it is also equipped with short guns and long knives, and at a glance it is a well-trained and well-equipped regular armament.

Everyone responded with a sneer, except for the tall man who had carried the red signal light before, and said, "Why, boy, are you still dissatisfied with this tone?" Do you know who we are? ”

Weiss glanced up at these soldiers: "I don't care who you are, if you don't save you when you die, you're just a bunch of cowards!" ”

"Ho ......" the tall man lifted his boots and unceremoniously kicked Weiss's ass.

Wei Sten stood up, but the other party was a head taller than him, with round arms and thick arms, and a fierce appearance, if he really moved, one would probably be able to beat him like three or four......

"Don't be ignorant, you guy!" The man stared straight at Weiss and rebuked him angrily, "We went out to save you at the risk of revealing your whereabouts!" If the mission fails because of your life, our country will suffer immeasurable losses! If we don't go out and leave you to fend for yourself, what responsibility do we have? Well? Not at all! Because no one will know we've been here! ”

After hearing this, Weiss couldn't help but be dumbfounded. It turned out that these guys were not garrisons stationed here, but on a special mission and happened to spend the night here.

He narrowed his eyes, and the box corresponding to the tall man was green, and the values jumped out in front of him:

Biofunction 2.9/2.9

Mental vitality 4.7/4.8

Combat potential 12.4-238.5

Equivalent protection 8.0-13.0

Action speed 14.3-34.7

Looking at the other people here, the boxes are also green, the values are different, the difference in life, will, defense, and movement is not too big, but the lethality value is a bit interesting - the maximum lethality of those who hold a spear is more than 10,000, and the maximum lethality of those who don't take it is about 230.

This is clearly the effect of weapons on lethality.

Seeing that Weiss stopped talking, Da Gao asked rhetorically in his urn-like voice, "Okay, now it's my turn to ask questions!" Who are you? Why is it here at this time? Well? ”

"I said I'm just a traveler trying to challenge myself, do you believe me?" Weiss replied.

"Bullshit!" Da Gao looked disdainful, "I see, you are either a border smuggler, or a high-ranking spy sent by the Norman Empire, and you are not a good person anyway!" Otherwise, why don't you dare to report your name? ”

"I ......," Weiss said.

Seeing this, the big tall man's expression became more and more serious, and at this moment, an understated voice floated from the corner: "He is the heir of the prestigious Clumber Hayson firearms family, Long Clumber Haysen, who was escorted to the Bathton Military Academy last year, if nothing else, we should call him Chief when we see him again in two years." ”

Following the prestige, a mediocre young soldier with black hair and yellow skin was playing with Weiss's shotgun, which had been taken away by the soldiers as soon as he entered.

"You know him?" The tall man turned his head and asked.

"Uh-huh!" The yellow-faced young soldier replied with a nonchalant look, "I was born in the city of Somsonas, where the Clumber-Heysson firearms family is located, my father was a very good gunsmith, and my grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-great-grandfather all worked for the Clumber-Hayssen family, so ...... Yes, I have known this Young Master Long Clumber Hazen since I was a child! ”

Only then did the tall man's expression soften, and then he smiled shamefully: "The young master of the Clumber-Haytham family, a student of the famous Batton Military Academy, almost died under the fangs of the hyena, what a funny thing!" ”

"Everyone will have their own goals in life, some of them are lifelong, and some of them are phased." Weiss muttered, "Before this, I had hunted a snow and was proud of it. ”

Hearing this, the soldiers were a little surprised, and they put away the shameful smile they had just had, but there was no look of admiration on their faces.

"Single-handedly hunting the snow is a test that successive heirs of the Clumber-Haysen family must pass before they can take the helm of the family." The black-haired, yellow-skinned young soldier said in a lukewarm tone, "However, since the Clumber-Haysen family joined the Grumman Group, the best craftsmen have been losing and the business has deteriorated, so the biggest trouble now is how to survive, instead of thinking about the family's inheritance, right?" ”

Weiss kept his head down, not out of frustration, but as he absorbed and digested the information.

The Clumber-Haysen Family, the Gun Workshop, the Heir, the Gaston Military Academy, the Grumman Group, the Loss of Artisans, the Question of Survival......

This mess seems to be a little interesting, huh?

The tall man walked back and forth twice after Weiss, and said, "Well, now that your identity has been confirmed, Mr. Long Clumber Haisen, your shotgun will be in our custody for the time being, and we will return it to you when we leave." As for the spare supplies stored here, you can do whatever you need except for what we need. ”

This is undoubtedly the best result of the moment.

Weiss got up and said, "Thank you very much! ”

The tall man didn't say anything, and walked to the entrance with a blank face, and sat down to close his eyes and recuperate.

Weiss looked around, and the group was about half Caucasian, half yellow and somewhere in between. Some of them were lying in their clothes, some were wiping their guns, while the black-haired, yellow-skinned young man who had just identified him continued to examine his silver shotgun.

The ancestors of the family worked for the Clumber-Haysen family for the N generation, according to normal logic, even if he walked out of this "hereditary" as a soldier, he should still have more feelings for this family and the heirs of the family, but looking at the demeanor and tone of his voice just now, he faintly revealed a little resentment, what is going on? If you take the initiative to talk to him, will he be misunderstood and doubted again because of his strange words and deeds? Since this group of people is on a special mission, it is better not to provoke them......

After thinking about it, Weiss still suppressed these curiosities in his heart for the time being, and honestly sat on the spot to warm himself by the fire, and the black-haired and yellow-skinned soldier never had the intention of coming to talk to him.

After a long journey, and a bitter battle with the cunning and ferocious iguanas for half the night, his mental and physical strength was exhausted, and in a short time Weiss fell into a deep sleep.

When he suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, he was the only one left in the huge place, and there were no footprints left around him. The people I saw last night, and the words I heard, seemed to be my own fantasies.

Weiss let out a long sigh of relief.

As soon as he stood up and stretched his limbs, he saw that the silver shotgun was placed in the position where the black-haired and yellow-skinned young man had been stationed last night. A ray of sunlight shone in through the air vent above, like a holy light from heaven, and when it shone on the shotgun, the body of the gun reflected a brilliant light like a galaxy - it was a mixture of pure silver and deep blue, an echo of holiness and mystery, and a holy Ze that made people fascinated......

Weiss walked over and picked up the gun, finding it spotlessly wiped inside and out. I was in a hurry before, and I didn't look carefully, only to find that the silver gun body had four blue decorations in the shape of ripples, just now they refracted a deep and charming blue light in the sun, and the shield-shaped logo at the position of the bolt looked like it was also engraved with the same material.

This kind of blue seems to have a special effect, which can make people feel refreshed and happy, like a spring breeze.

Holding it in his hand and studying it for a while, he carried it on his back. On the stone bench beside him, there was a leather bullet belt that could be tied around his waist or cross-body, stuffed with shotgun bullets, and next to the stone bench was his backpack, which contained a lot of things, and an extra pocket stove and two fuel canisters.

I was inexplicably moved in my heart.

Next, Weiss walked around the area and found boxes of dry food, canned food, wine, fuel, blankets, medical kits, and several sizes of shotgun ammunition on the storage shelves, which seemed to be for the traveler's emergency use, and did not seem to necessarily have anything to do with the soldiers and their mission. Anyway, the tall man said that in addition to the materials they requisitioned, the rest could be used by himself at will, so he took a few cans and a bottle of wine, and returned to the fire to enjoy it leisurely. When he had eaten and drunk enough, he moved to the stone steps at the entrance, blowing a cold wind, looking at the snow, and his mind was flying.

Boom!

Suddenly hearing the familiar sound of gunshots, Weischo stood up.

Did the soldiers meet the enemy?

However, as far as the eye could see, nothing unusual was seen, and for the next few minutes, no second shot rang out.

Did the gun go off?

No, intuition told Weiss that this group of soldiers was both capable and cautious, and that there could be no such low-level mistake as misfire. Something must have happened, definitely!

He hurriedly turned back to enter the barrier, took down the medicine box from the storage shelf, picked out two bottles of alcohol, five rolls of gauze, three bags of hemostatic cotton, a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine, and a row of painkillers and put them into his backpack, fastened the cartridge belt, carried the backpack, and walked out with a shotgun. The identity of the heir of the gunsmith family, the burden of changing the fate of the family, and the military cadets with a bright future, let's put aside these attractive things for now. The gang of soldiers who saved themselves last night at the risk of revealing their whereabouts had to stand by and watch when they might be in trouble?

But when he walked out of the building, Weiss had another difficulty: although he knew that the gunshots were coming from the northwest, in the middle of this snow-capped mountain, how difficult it was to find people on this basis alone, and what was the point of going out in this way if he could not find them in time?

Just as he was in deep confusion, the gunshots rang out again, and they sounded slightly different from before.

After a general observation last night, Weiss was almost certain that the spears carried by this group of soldiers were of the same type. If this second gunshot was not fired by their short guns, it means that the enemy is shooting!

Weiss pulled out his binoculars, and at the far northwest end of his line of sight was a vast expanse of woods from which the gunshots seemed to be heard. If he had gone on foot, it would have taken him at least three or four hours, and it was assumed that the group had left a few hours earlier.

After thinking about it, Weiss set his heart on a journey full of unknowns.