"Huhaha"

"It's almost there"

Trode dragged his tired body and ran through the almost endless snow, but judging from what he had seen from the heights, his position was not far from his village.

"No, I can't fall yet"

He felt his body temperature drop with each breath, and his legs became weaker and weaker, and each time he pulled his feet out of the thick snow, it was as if he had used all his strength, and the action of lowering his feet was more like gravity.

Suddenly, Trode stepped into the air and fell down a slope, but since the slope was relatively gentle, and the ground was cushioned by snow, Trode was not harmed. However, this time it consumed even less of his already small strength.

He wanted to grab something from the ground and get up, he waved his arms left and right, but everything he could reach was just white snow that would scatter at the touch of a touch, and at this critical moment, he just wanted to find something to borrow power but it was so difficult. But this is not the reason for him to give up like this, he suddenly raised his forearm, supported the ground, and then used all his strength to drive the lower half of his body, the moment his calf twitched, his hand was no longer obedient. Then, as if a devout believer was worshipping Allah, Trode bowed to the ground, although such a posture was indeed a bit humiliating, but Trode did not have the strength to quickly change this state.

"Damn it"

Trood tried to straighten his waist, but it seemed too difficult, and just then, he caught a glimpse of a bare tree fork diagonally above him, which became his only support at the moment, and he hurriedly stretched out his arm that was almost stiff, grabbed the branch, and began to exert force on it. Support the whole body to stand up.

"Quack"

Although the small trunk made a sound of about to break, perhaps the heavens decided to help Trode at this moment, and the small trunk did not break before he stood up, but resolutely disconnected when Trode had just stood up and had not stabilized his body.

"Woo!"

The center of gravity of his body suddenly changed, and Trode staggered forward several steps, but fortunately did not fall a second time, and shook his head after he stood firm. Do your best to keep yourself awake and then keep walking

"Bell!"

A crunch broke the silence, followed by a man's screams and a dull "pop".

Trood, lying on his side, twitched slightly. Below him, the white snow was already stained with red blood, and a black-red hole in his thigh was still bubbling blood, and Trode, who had lost all his strength, could do nothing about the situation. He could only watch as his life energy passed away little by little

"Click"

The sound of stepping on snow came from far and near, and since the direction of the sound was behind him, he didn't have the strength to turn around. But it seems to be to satisfy Trode's wishes. It just walked over slowly, and didn't shoot any further.

By the time he walked up to Trode, he could already feel his mountain of oppression and knife-like murderous aura, but Trode had become a lamb to the slaughter, a fish on a chopping board. There's no room to fight back. The man lifted his leg high and stepped over Trode, the angle it had been. Trood could already see his face, but since it was midday with the blinding midday sun on his back, Trode couldn't see anything but the outline of a dark face.

The man turned around and looked down at Trode, where the effect of the sun became more apparent. He was like a god in front of Trode, and countless tiny rays of light shot out from behind his face, but the face in the center maintained its eternal mystery at such a distance. It would have been impossible for a mortal like Trode, who was struggling before he died, to see through the truth.

But

"White Ghost"

Trood only breathed out and did not breathe in and said two words, although he had not seen it, and it was even more unfounded. But there was a strong instinct that told him that his answer was completely correct. But is there any need for this answer at this juncture? Could it be that Trode can still remember this name at this time, and turn into a ghost to find this 'white ghost' in the world after death? If that happens, an executioner like the 'White Ghost' who has killed countless people will no longer exist in this world.

Seeing that Trode seemed to have exhausted his body to finish these two words, whether the person's expression had changed, Trode did not know, but the only thing that was certain was that this sentence still played some role to a certain extent, which made him look at Trode quietly, standing there motionless for more than a minute.

In this seemingly short time, but in fact it seemed like an eternity to Trode, the silence around him was terrifying, and nothing could be heard except for Trode's heavy gasps. Trode looked at the man in front of him, and he knew at this moment that his glory, his future, and everything about him would end at the hands of this man. He had no hatred, only regret, and it was a pity that until his last moments, he could not see the true face of the person who had driven him into such a desperate situation.

Perhaps having lost patience, or having seen enough of the useless struggles of the dying "big reptile" on the ground, the man took the gun off his back and held it in his hand, the VP scope on the Mosin-Nagant M1891/30 sniper rifle rifle glittering in the sun. Until now, Troude had kept his eyes open to see everything, but it was all in vain.

He held the rifle in his hand, and with a simple force, skillfully pulled the bolt, and an empty cartridge case ejected from the gun, and soon floated in the air, before it began to fall due to gravity. And its impartiality fell right in Trode's face (to be continued.) )