The wind knife rushed to the foot of the mountain on the left with Wan Lin, and the two of them quickly rushed behind several boulders on the hillside, and then quickly disappeared behind the rocks.

At this time, there was a painful "oops" sound at the foot of the side mountain, followed by the curses of a group of people, while the gunfire of the pursuit was gradually moving away. Obviously, Xiaohua had already injured a few enemies who had suddenly appeared, and then fled quickly into the distance. And the enemy who was suddenly attacked must have been chased out by a part of the people who roared angrily.

Wan Lin and Fengdao squatted behind the rocks, listened carefully to the surrounding movements, and then quickly unloaded the skis on their feet, raised their guns to monitor the foot of the mountain on the side, and showed an anxious look in their eyes.

In the event of a clash with the enemy here, the long skis on their feet would hinder the agility of the two men's movements, so they both unloaded their skis and erected their poles on the edge of the rocks.

Wan Lin watched nervously at the foot of the mountain while listening carefully to the surrounding movements, with a hint of nervousness in his cold eyes.

Moving in the snow is not conducive to concealment. Xiaohua suddenly launched an attack on the enemy, and now she has to quickly break away from the enemy group, so she can only rely on extremely fast speed to avoid the rain of bullets from the pursuers, which is very dangerous.

After a short time, the gunfire in the distance suddenly stopped, followed by a long roar of Xiaohua. Fengdao didn't understand the meaning of Xiaohua's roar, so he quickly turned his head to look at Wan Lin, and saw that his face suddenly calmed down, knowing that Xiaohua's roar was a sign of safety.

At this moment, I heard a curse coming from the foot of the mountain on the side, and then I saw a group of people carrying the three of them from the foot of the side mountain, cursing in their mouths, while slowly sliding towards the foot of the mountain where Wan Lin and they were.

Wan Lin and Feng Dao hurriedly squatted down, their eyes staring closely at the few people who were slowly walking from the narrow stone gap in front of them.

Several people were dressed in colorful thick leather clothes, carrying all kinds of weapons on their shoulders, some carrying assault rifles, some even carrying old-fashioned rifles and bird guns, all of them had indignant looks on their faces, and what were they talking about?

Wan Lin listened intently to the conversation of several people, and saw that the words of several people were mixed with the Y language he had studied in the military academy from time to time, and some familiar words popped into his ears from time to time. In a staccato moment, he finally heard some eyebrows.

It turned out that these people were really armed with a local terrorist organization. From the conversations of several people, Wan Lin roughly heard that these terrorists actually came from different races and different countries. Unexpectedly, this group of people came here with enthusiasm, only to find that the terrorist organization is very short of funds and weapons, most of the weapons are taken from the government army, they themselves have no source of weapons, and their lives are very difficult.

Wan Lin was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't expect that he could still understand some of these people's conversations intently. He quickly lowered himself behind the rock, pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation of the group, trying to get some useful information from it.

Although his Y language is not enough to achieve fluent conversation, he has studied hard for a year in the military academy, and with his super memory, he has already stored a large number of foreign language words in his mind. Now that I am listening intently, I can roughly hear the content of the conversation between them in Y.

Several terrorists who spoke in Y cursed the ferocious animals that suddenly appeared, and complained about the harsh environment here.

In the midst of their complaints, Wan Lin suddenly heard one of them say: A terrorist organization from the East, who are they asked to go to a neighboring country to pick up? As soon as they are received, the Eastern organization will provide them with a sum of money to support them.

Unexpectedly, not only did the people not receive it, but they also lost a well-armed team. The response team he was in was also attacked among his rescue companions, and he almost died abroad, which is like a chicken and egg fight! Now, the group of people who attacked them dared to cross the border, and they must be left in shame.

Wan Lin listened intently to the other party's conversation, and his mind quickly put together the sentences that he could understand intermittently, and then he realized in his heart: This group of people actually had a few terrorists who escaped from outside the canyon last night, but they didn't expect to meet them here again, and the road was really narrow.

At this time, the sound of several people talking was getting closer and closer, Wan Lin hurriedly looked out from the crack in the stone, and several people on the other side were struggling to pull a simple sled made of skis, on which lay a few wounded people who were crying in a low voice, and now they had slowly walked to the foot of the mountain where they were, less than fifty meters away from the rock where they and the wind knife were hidden.

He quickly made a few gestures to the wind knife, and then quickly took out the silencer of the sniper rifle and stuck it on the muzzle, and then touched it with both hands around his waist.

Seeing the gesture of the leopard head, the wind knife knew that he was informing himself to prepare for battle! Once the opponent discovers the two of them, they must secretly kill a few terrorists, and must not alarm the surrounding enemies. He also hurriedly touched a handful of them around his waist, and grabbed a few flying knives with faint cold light in both hands.

The two of them were just getting ready, when they suddenly heard an exclamation from the front, Wan Lin and Fengdao saw in the crack of the stone at the same time, a terrorist dressed as a local who was walking in front of the sleigh suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the snow in front of him and shouted, and a group of people behind him heard his shout, and immediately threw off the rope that pulled the sled on his shoulder, and suddenly stretched out his hand to the weapon on his shoulder.

Wan Lin and Wind Knife's hearts sank, knowing that they had discovered the traces of their two gliding on the snow. Wan Lin's eyes flashed, he coughed lightly, and suddenly flashed out from behind the rock, and threw his hands forward violently. At the same time, the wind knife also jumped out like an arrow from the string, and both hands rose at the same time.

Under the bright sunshine, a dazzling cold light flew towards seven or eight figures more than 30 meters away with a "whooshing" cold wind. At the same time, Wan Lin and the Wind Knife had already descended the mountain tiger, and with a cold light in front of them, they rushed to the foot of the mountain, and the saber in their hands flashed with a cold light in the dazzling sunlight.

A cold light in the sky flashed and disappeared! "Hmm", "hmm"...... Several muffled snorts sounded almost at the same time, and before the seven or eight figures who were about to raise their guns had raised their weapons, the dazzling cold light had disappeared from them, and several of them let go of their fingers, threw away the weapons in their hands and fell backwards on their backs.

At this time, the figures of Wan Lin and the others had already jumped to the side of several people, and the saber in their hands flashed quickly in the necks of several figures who were still staring at the big eyes and panting in shock, and patches of red blood mist immediately filled behind the two.

As several figures of seven or eight fell to the ground, Wan Lin suddenly knelt on one knee in the thick snow, his right shoulder was crooked, and the sniper rifle equipped with a silencer slid into his hand like lightning, pointing straight to the foot of the mountain in front of him, his face was tightly attached to the cheek holder of the sniper rifle, and his fingers were motionless on the trigger.