The gray wilderness suddenly turned ice blue, and Simon's mind instantly moved back and forth in the quiet world, although his arm holding the sniper rifle maintained the same speed as the real world, but under the AATS one-to-three time flow, Simon gained three times the response time of others, and he calmly calculated the parameters of the landing point, if he tried to snipe the enemy at the beginning of the century, thousands of meters away, and the wind and snow howled, it would inevitably be regarded as a joke by the soldiers. Distances can magnify mistakes, especially in windy and snowy weather, where the wind direction and currents are chaotic at regular intervals, and it is impossible to predict the deflection of the bullet's trajectory.

But in Simon's eyes, the meaning of the impossible is to make it possible!

The supercharged armor-piercing projectile was smashed by the firing pin, and after the shaped chamber pressure given by the modified parts, the speed of the chamber reached a terrifying level! The huge kinetic energy carried directly ignored the turbulent effect, and although the final impact point was slightly different, the 12.7mm heavy machine bullet hit a crusader. There was a "beep" explosion, a rain of blood, dyeing the gray and white wind and snow pink, and when the soldiers on the side crawled over tremblingly, the unfortunate Crusader non-commissioned officer was left with a pair of feet that seemed to have disappeared from the dust.

Simon snorted as he took the pressure from the back seat of the bolt, the supercharged version of the M110A4 was designed for soldiers wearing exoskeletons, and if they wanted to force a physical confrontation, it would be considered lucky to dislocate the shoulder bone and move it backwards. When Simon had just walked out of the Fort Kent Vault, he faced the Black Mountain Bear Monster and risked his life with a booster bullet, thanks to the fact that Jonathan's father and son were indeed not malicious, otherwise with his half-incapacitated state of drooping right shoulder for a week, it was not much different from the fish on the chopping board.

Hydra's blood strengthened the genes of the living corpse into Simon's bone marrow, and more than a month into the darkness was when Simon was reborn, and the excellent physical flexibility became a small addition, and the muscles participated in the action of breaking down the recoil in an orderly manner, and the bolt was back in place, Simon followed and pulled the trigger, and within the time difference allowed by AATS, he harvested the head accurately!

"Ding!" One by one, the pressurized armor-piercing shells fell into the collection bag on the side of the magazine, and Simon emptied the magazine in one go at the most chaotic moment of the convoy, removing the three rounds that had been missed by the wind, and the remaining seven rounds were all missing, all of which exploded the Crusader non-commissioned officers who had gathered as much discipline as possible. When the cannon of the infantry chariot sounded, Simon immediately stopped further sniping, he had already achieved his goal, and if he didn't see it well, he would accept it, and the end was likely to be dragged on the back of a dozen pads, and then he was killed by the machine gun.

Simon is not afraid of no firewood, and he never trades at a loss. Patience and courage are the most important things for a sniper, and the question now is not how to destroy the crusaders, but how to lurk under the noses of the enemy.

The heat from the muzzle fireworks melted a shallow piece of snow, Simon took advantage of the fact that the enemy was still reorganizing, quickly removed the hot silencer, and folded the entire M110A4 and put it in his backpack, Simon took out the spare M27 rifle, and through the observation hole that was about to be buried by the wind and snow, Simon's excellent eyesight saw the violent roaring machine gun fire thousands of meters away. The heart is still not stacked enough mines, otherwise the infantry chariot will jump ten meters high, and no matter how reliable the chassis is, it will have to fall apart.

Simon lay down in the ice and snow single bed he dug for himself, he closed his eyes, slowly exhaled his breath, and calmed down the sequelae after the overload of the AATS, and instantly squeezed out the consequences of the combat power Simon had to bear it alone, but fortunately, the bunker he dug was deep enough, and the wind and snow were big enough, so he could either sleep peacefully here, or sleep for a long time, and bury himself by the way.

The Crusader commander listened to the abrupt and noisy cries and curses of the communication channel, and his anger was almost like tearing over the hatch of the chariot. "Get out of here!" The commander kicked away the gunner, took over the cannon manipulation, and pressed the firing button so hard that he didn't know where the enemy was, so he had to use the deafening roar of cannonballs in vain to offset the resentment in his heart and the fear that came with it. Even among the crusaders, who were known for their brutality and madness, the Knights of the Guns and Fires were among the most irritable. Thinking of his colleague who had been toothed out to make a bracelet last night, the commander pressed the trigger button more and more until he ran out of ammo.

"Your Excellency...... My lord, the ammunition, the ammunition conveyor belt is stuck. The commander glanced in disgust at the gunner, who was wearing a soft cloth bumper cap, and felt a real pain in the belly of his deeply sunken thumb, and the commander kicked the back of the gunner's head and hit the bar and bounced back. He did not dare to open the hatch to observe the losses of the convoy, someone had already reported the sniper on the walkie-talkie. Unless they are fools, a sniper who can achieve a kill under such conditions will not miss the slightest chance of killing a knight's servant, which means a 10,000 yuan head bounty in Steel City.

So the knight pulled the hatch mirror from the side, and a group of soldiers who had been beaten to the bottom appeared from the poor rear view, and the commander instinctively chilled his crotch. He struggled to choose between moving forward and retreating, and finally, the urgency of surviving overcame the fear of the unknown, and the loudspeaker outside the car came with an order diametrically opposed to the previous one: "All team, retreat!" Retreat! ”

The arrogant and fearless crusaders were also shocked by the tragic condition of the wounded, and these high-spirited warriors who drank blood and bullets were more and more rushed to the thunder, dragged their comrades back into the troop truck, and the throttle roared, and the drivers hung up the reverse gear, waiting for the snow to sweep away.

The sky was getting overcast, and the wind and snow reached its peak with the sun's curtain call, but it was the hunting time for some creatures. A snow wolf smells the smell of the wind and snow from more than ten kilometers away, which is a godsend for hungry animals, and the survival philosophy of the beast is no different from that of man, either freezing to death and starvation, or fighting to fill his stomach in the slim chance, and all creatures that do not fit the characteristics of the season will be eliminated in winter.

The snow wolf's flat paws shared its weight, its fluffy tail swept away the tiny tracks of its snow, and it had been following for hours from dusk to dark, the smell of flesh in the icy air so strong that it didn't have to scare to sniff. The snow wolf's thinking at the moment is not to find food, but how to deal with the kind that is bound to come together.

But the outstretched hand under the snow grabbed the front paws of the snow wolf, snow python? The beast's first instinct was to be hit by a python that lurked in the snow to hunt it, but it was wrong, and Simon grabbed the wolf's claws with so much force that he twisted the snow wolf's foot, and a tungsten steel dagger was inserted into the wolf's neck. One horizontal and one vertical, the snow wolf died immediately.

Simon pulled out his saber, the blood gushed from the wolf's neck wound, Simon carried the wolf's head, and a stream of steaming wolf blood poured Simon's head all over his face, the more Simon held his breath, the faster the cold penetrated, and the five or six hours of hibernation from noon to night consumed the little heat left in his body, he bit the wolf's neck, and the hot wolf blood poured into his throat, providing a rare source of cold nights.

It wasn't until the blood pumped out of the carotid artery in his neck shrank to a bubbling stream that Simon relented. Spit out a mouthful of wolf fur, Simon casually tied the wolf's tail to the backpack belt, and moved to freeze his limbs.

Simon walked to Ramirez's "tomb" and threw down the snow wolf, throwing out a pitch-black ball, concocted from snow python feces, which is like a thunder pool for the wilderness wolves. There are two sides to everything, and driving away the snow wolf may attract the demon dragon, the predator at the top of the wilderness food chain, who specializes in hunting hibernating snow pythons the size of buckets.

The sapper shovel dug up the ice and snow, revealing Ramirez like an ice sculpture, just as Simon was about to touch the kettle to pour him in the face, Ramirez coughed violently as if a drowned man had grasped a straw, obviously, GoldenEye also has his own set of methods to combat the cold, Simon unscrewed the military kettle and said: "The python pills can't last long, let's go, let's go to the leeward slope." ”

The hot patches on Ramirez's body have long since failed, and Rao is frozen into this miserable appearance, this veteran mercenary from Longhu still tirelessly ripped off the patches and threw them into the snow pit, complaining: "I feel like an audience, okay?" ”

Simon thought back to the second trick he had played, and the tiny camera in his windproof sunglasses faithfully recorded the attack, but it was too boring to be alone, he handed the handle and said, "Is it comfortable to sleep for a while?" ”

The one-eyed old mercenary snorted coldly, lifted his backpack, followed Simon's footsteps, and said, "What are you doing with that thing?" Think the snow python really slept to death like me? ”

Simon squeezed the last drop of blood out of the snow wolf's body, poured it into the pot, shook the heavy and full kettle, and put it in his arms, the wind tearing his words to pieces. "Automatic water heater."

Ramirez took out his compass, felt a moment's relief, held Simon's backpack belt, and said urgently: "The opposite way, you are far away from the way home, what do you want to do?" ”

"I said early in the morning, take a walk and enjoy the snow." Simon stopped, the fluff flying outside his winter suit froze and stood hard. "You can go back alone, I vouch for it with my personality, you can go back, as long as you can go back."

When the wind and snow stopped, it took more than three hours to trek back to the town church, no matter what time of day the wilderness was, the night was not human, and God knows how many mutant creatures were eyeing them at this moment, and they would attack them in groups at the slightest slack, eating flesh and blood, not sparing even a drop of blood.

"Looks like we're on the same page." When the leeward slope became a little lighter, Simon threw down his backpack and began the second excavation, saying, "We should pray." ”

"Pray for something." Ramirez began to curse himself, why did he follow this madman to the dangerous snow outside the city for a few thousand dollars.

"Pray that there are no snow pythons down there, pray that we have a good night's sleep." Simon brandished the sapper shovel meaningfully.