Sergeant Patterson's hard-shell warm suit had been thoroughly soaked and covered in mud from the drilled snow, thanks to Sergeant Gilchrist, and the sergeant would not have had to pinch his nose and lead the patrol if it weren't for the fact that the coarse man had to duel a snow wolf with a twelve-number wrench. After all, military orders are difficult to disobey, and military regulations are strict.

The headphones under Fast's helmet sent a high-pitched voice to the eardrums that were whirring in the cold rain: "What smell? I smelled a burning, pungent stench. ”

Patterson subconsciously sniffed the bridge of his big nose with sepiolite grit frost, because he had just left the camp, he smelled the lingering smell of engine oil in the air, and he had heard that the long march had damaged a lot of squeamish M1 tank carburetors, and all he had to do was to inhale the particularly addictive smell of diesel fuel all the way. "I didn't smell any burning, I just felt the water from your fingertips since Miss Abrams was emerging." Patterson yawned, didn't blame him, walked ten or twenty kilometers a day, and people were not cast of iron.

There was a loud laugh on the other end of the intercom: "You really didn't smell it? Oh man, the fire of jealousy and resentment has scorched your little heart on the outside and tender on the inside, well, it's delicious, man, take care of yourself, I'm going to grab Gilchrist's wolf meat, roar roar ......"

"Idiot." Patterson cursed and pressed the walkie-talkie button, to be honest, he was not angry not only because he was responsible for Gilchrist's imbecile, but because the snow wolf's most elite wolf heart was not "occupied" by him first. The Crusaders had an old tradition of declaring sovereignty by being the first to shout "I want it." "Applicable to all kinds of trophies, provided that the tongue is sharp enough, the fist is big enough, and the voice is high enough, if the three-month crash course for non-commissioned officers at headquarters teaches Patterson anything, this one will bear the brunt.

No one on the cold and snowy stalls around the camp was not necessarily happy, but considering that there were many vacancies in the camp tonight, the Gunner's troops left a few hours early, leaving a complete basic camp for the overseers, and the company level was stationed at the battalion level, and Patterson had a good voice today. As for the gunfire knights taking people to rob the village or beating the northern sissy chrysanthemum, it has nothing to do with the Overseers, after all, the duty of the Overseers is to make people fight.

"Phew~" William the Great under his crotch shook his mane and sprayed Patterson with snow powder on his face. Snorted. "Relax your little slippery head, and when I get back, I'll bring that little beauty over to you with my own hands." Patterson stroked the wolf, touching the wolf's towering ears like a cat. Yes, Wilhelm the Great is the name of a wolf, this three-year-old wolf was shared by Patterson himself in the wolf's den captured in the snowfield, although it is almost impossible for an adult wolf to mature, but the only end of the newly opened wolf cub who does not recognize the tat of the human master is to abandon it and freeze to death, oh, maybe a meal in the evening. So this wolf is as loyal as a golden retriever, and the destructive power is as high as the husky, and when he sees his maternal relatives, he wants to ride it and try his strength.

"Good boy, be patient." Patterson's hand pulled out a white freeze-dried meat from the saddlebag, it was the middle of winter, and there was no need to spend expensive coarse salt to marinate the food to keep it fresh, and besides, the human stomach was always the priority. "Crunch." The wolf's biting upper and lower jaws chewed on the severed slave's arm, and the wolf ate it

Meat, but not picky eaters.

The snowmobile in front of the cavalry queue finally picked up a little speed, and it seemed that the aroma of eating dinner had overshadowed the smell of engine oil, and as soon as Patterson pulled the reins, "Luo Luo Luo Luo~" His tongue vibrated in his mouth at high speed, making a strange and sharp whistling sound. "Quick boys, don't miss the last spoonful of hot soup!"

"Hula-la-la-la!" The cavalrymen, all of whom had very different mounts, responded in the same way, following Sergeant Patterson as they carried out their routine night patrols with light kicks in the belly.

The original forest two kilometers away from the camp must also be brushed again, at least a shallow layer, it stands to reason that the camp should not be planted so close to this area of snow pine forest, the forest means plants, plants means creatures, creatures mean mutant creatures, fortunately, the guns and firers have swept away a wide enough line of external fire in advance, even if the snow wolves, rotting wolves, and forest pythons of the entire pine forest are dizzy and attack the camp in clusters, it will only make the soldiers eat more delicious meat, probably this is the judgment of the gunfire knight.

"Go, watch the stones! Fuck it, I'm going to go into your tent and check it myself. The snowmobiles couldn't move through the forest, and Patterson waved off the heavy snowmobiles that were with him. Open the safety bullet and load, lads, do you have any ideas for hunting? "Wilhelm the Great has the instinct to yearn for the forest in his bones, deciduous humus is the fatal temptation of catnip, Patterson restricts the wolf not to be too wild and uninhibited, any reasonable human who has survived in the wilderness is insensitive to the night forest.

The five fingers of the wolf's claws were spread out, and the slight tremor accompanied by the snow falling from the branches of the treetops, sinking into the humus surface that had accumulated for decades without anyone stepping on it, the soldiers consciously relaxed their breathing, but all of them clenched their rifles, the more beautiful and silent the place, the more danger was revealed, the dense winter insects reflected a faint fluorescence, reflecting the white rays of the spider webs formed by the forest tarantula, these creatures were in a semi-sleepy state, saving calorie consumption as much as possible, while maintaining a high degree of vigilance and a low desire to prey. A string of white dwarfs invaded the spider's territory, and in an instant, the tarantula spun a curl of silk, wrapped tightly around its hooked prey and escaped into the trunk of a tree that had been eaten clean by it.

"Boom~" seemed to be a tree branch broken, the soldiers exchanged glances, got inconsistent information, except for the wolf, the horses began to panic, Patterson clenched his fists and raised, signaling to retreat, they went about seven hundred meters deep, and there was little point in going forward, the thieves who tried to sneak attack the camp of the Overseer were in the depths of the kilometer forest area, and the first thing to deal with was how not to fall into the mouth of the mutant creatures, the physical strength of people was not worth mentioning in front of Wilhelm the Great, and the chance to win had to be the power of industrial machinery, and a gunshot was the best reminder.

"Ka Cha Ka Cha~" The sound of trampling on the branches and leaves became more and more dense. "Don't fire! Listen to me! Patterson had an M5 rifle on his face, and his night vision devices did not have high imaging power, and he could only see a faint but coherent red shadow behind the faint canopy of trees. Noticing that Wilhelm the Great did not show any obvious hostility, Patterson proved that it was okay to be unkind, and he picked open the large fan blades. "It's a swarm of migratory moles, and the alarm is lifted." Patterson breathed a sigh of relief.

The radiated mole is similar in size to the domestic dog, but its extremely cowardly habits make the mole snuggle up to the whole swarm and live in the water and grass, whenever the forest begins to be barren and barren.

Hundreds or thousands of moles will migrate at every turn, and the blind characteristics of opening roads and gnawing mountains have also won the reputation of "marching rats".

"It's hunting time, boys, whoever is the first to fork, I'll treat him for a bottle of beer!" Patterson was in the mood to remove the short spear with rope that hung from his chest, and weighed the weight, and the soldiers, who had received the sergeant's permission, had excitedly thrown their throwing guns, barbs into the flesh of the marching moles, and squeaked and pulled them until the daggers were in the head, and the mole army did not respond.

"Ah, let me see who the lucky boy is." Patterson flicked the wolf's head and looked at the mole in the back seat of the saddle of the first hiter, and dipped it in a sip of rat blood. "Female." He said.

"How do you know?" The soldier asked curiously.

"I used to be a rat catcher, and I tell you, the three-month-old female is the most tender, and the one-year-old rat kebab is chewy......" Patterson was concentrating on passing on his experience when someone shouted, "What's that!" ”

"Bear!" Before he could finish speaking, the ground shook abruptly, and Wilhelm the Great roared suddenly, and the wolf howled excitedly and Patterson staggered and almost fell, and a black shadow swept by, covering the moonlight that had finally broken through the trees. The grizzly bear slapped the horse's head, opened its mouth and bit it, and a soldier's half-headless corpse spurted blood and fell.

"Kill it! Fire! Fire! Patterson punched the wolf in the back of the neck, roared angrily and held his rifle at the grizzly bear who touched it at some point, the 5.56 bullet could not penetrate the tough dirt and fur of the grizzly bear, and splashed a puff of blood mist but provoked ferocity, the beast flashed in a fishy wind, and immediately grabbed another soldier, and the bear's paw was divided. Poof! "The two corpses were covered with blood clots like rag bags.

"Come on, go on, you dirt dog!" After all, the wolf is only a kilogram player, how dare he make a mistake in front of the grizzly bear, whimpering and retreating, even if Patterson's punches rain down, he refuses to take a step forward. "Headquarters, headquarters, encountered a bear monster in the original forest, and two people died!"

"Collect ...... Return...... Do not...... The current squeaked, and Patterson whipped the wolf's ass with a hateful whip, shouting, "Retreat! Draw out this beast and call it a heavy machine gun to deal with it! "But he urged the wolf to take a few steps, and another thick black shadow hit the thick straight tree, and the fallen fir tree instantly hit the wolf." Uhh Patterson screamed, he was so crushed by the wolf that he couldn't move, and he watched the two grizzly bears like a winter outing, circling around the helpless soldiers, even the most powerful wolf didn't dare to break the ground on Tai Sui's head, the ordinary horses were so frightened that they were paralyzed and couldn't walk, and the crusaders who hurriedly turned over and dismounted were hit by the bear's paws and were beaten into meat sauce, and in just a few minutes, the hunters who became prey were killed and wounded. With a whistle, the grizzly bears ignore Patterson and disappear into the forest.

"One, two, three!" Patterson used the force of the milk to push the dead wolf corpse, he felt a heart-piercing pain in his legs, hundreds of kilograms of weight overturned, and snow fell on Patterson's head. "Ah!!h Patterson pushed desperately, to no avail, and the rustling sound was getting closer. He craned his neck, and the marching mole swarm suddenly changed direction and was facing him.

"Mercy! O Lord! Patterson shouted in despair. Behind him are hundreds of marching moles that meet mountains and rivers and waters.

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