"Wait, what's going on?"

Liszt fell to one knee, his Winchester shotgun resting tightly on his shoulder, the muzzle of the black hole aimed at the place where the gunfire came from in front of him, and his face was already solemn. The fierce firing continued, and even provoked more and more birds of all colors to fly into the sky, and in almost ten minutes, with the chirping of small birds, a huge whirlpool of birds appeared over this forest, hovering rapidly in a clockwise direction!

Gasping slowly, Liszt's heart was beating rapidly. As if he sensed something unpleasant, he stared at the forest in front of him where the gunfire was still continuing, and gritted his teeth gently. Swallowing hard, he looked ahead, but directly with one foot, the muscles of his whole body were already tensed, and he was as dexterous and fast as a cheetah in the forest.

The strengthened body allowed Liszt to easily jump over the dense bushes, and even jumped three or four meters when he jumped hard, which was obviously impossible for a normal person without tools. But Liszt was still quite relaxed, and he even had the strength to look at the forest in front of him, vigilantly watching for anything unusual around him, and keeping himself hidden when running to ensure that he was not discovered.

He was like a cheetah stirring up a gust of wind, but it was also as dexterous as an ape living in a dense forest, and in barely a minute he could already see the light in the dense forest in front of him. Liszt squinted slightly, and the light was sufficient, as if it were only shining on the sun. And apparently it's also the edge of the forest.

"The gunfire stopped?"

Gasping deeply. Liszt's heart was pounding. It hit his chest, but it made his teeth clench more and more, and he even wanted to crush his own teeth. And he looked at the light outside the forest in front of him, and his pupils quickly adapted to the light world after walking out of the dim dense forest. But his heart was still ringing, and every beat made his brain more awake, although he didn't want to admit it, but Liszt still held the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand tightly, and slowly took a deep breath: "This should be impossible." ”

His pace slowed gradually. His figure became more and more hidden as he walked, and after losing the concealment of the primeval forest, the auspicious clothes on his body would not be so effective. But Liszt's face was slightly stiffened, his nose moved slightly, and he couldn't help but sniff deeply, but there was indifference in his eyes: "It's true." ”

A faint smell of blood was blowing in the wind, hitting Liszt's face, and he gasped deeply, his nasal cavity was already full of this smell of blood. He reached out and peeled away a bush in front of him, and an even stronger smell of blood blew in the wind as he moved. His face was already iron-blue. And Liszt looked up at the sunny place, and his heart throbbed terribly. The force made his fingers turn slightly white as he held the shotgun.

The path in the forest stretched out to the outside of the forest, a jutting area of more than 100 meters, and beyond that was a steep cliff, the sound of the waves still crashing against the reef, rumbling into countless petals. In terms of the environment, the scenery of this place is excellent, and standing at the end of the protruding cliff and looking out at the sea is definitely pleasant.

However, a group of Soviet soldiers with rifles stood here, standing in twos and threes, holding their AKM small-caliber assault rifles, and from time to time they let out a chuckle. It was as if they had experienced a pleasant party, and some people laughed and danced to imitate something, and with the funny appearance, the surrounding Soviet soldiers also laughed, and a happy atmosphere spread through the space.

But just in front of this group of Soviet soldiers, at the top of the cliff, a patch of red had gradually spread, and large areas appeared on the meadow in the sun. The red color was quite dazzling, even more vivid than the five-pointed star on the foreheads of the Soviet soldiers, because it was real blood, red blood.

Liszt's eyes had fully adapted to the light and warmth of the sun, but his knuckles were getting paler and paler, and he almost had to pinch out five fingerprints from the wooden handle of Winchester's gun in his hand. But his chest was rising and falling violently, and he looked at the more than 300 American federal prisoners who fell one by one on the grass in front of him, and there was no movement at all, but his eyes couldn't help but close slowly, and he felt a little uncomfortable now.

The smell of blood had filled his nostrils, and the wind almost made Liszt feel like a slaughterhouse, when in fact it really resembled. His closed eyes were slightly moist, and he didn't know why he suddenly remembered the Anchorage elite infantry who had died on the island of Admeralti last night because of following him. The same smell of blood, the same miserable face of the dense firepower, and the same slaughter.

"It's infuriating."

Slowly stretched out his hand and hammered his heart, Liszt's chest was beating fiercely, and he slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the Soviet soldiers who were still laughing and talking to each other, but there were only patches of coldness in his eyes. The smiles on their faces and the laughter that came out of their mouths made him feel so aggrieved that he felt the anger that had dissipated last night reappear in his chest, burning his whole body as if it were about to burn. Liszt gritted his teeth, and he slowly showed an ugly smile: "Really angry." ”

The data flow in his hand flashed, and a box of shotguns appeared in his hand, but instead of the arrow-shaped shotgun that Liszt often used, it was a box of 12-gauge standard shotguns. This is a hunter's favorite, using the Winchester M1887 shotgun can effectively damage prey from more than ten meters away, and in the hands of some regular soldiers, special forces members, and even mad butchers, this is undoubtedly a killing weapon!

In Liszt's hands, it is also a murderous weapon, because this Winchester M1887 shotgun, which has been modified with a 115-element jet engine, is his deadliest killing weapon. Liszt's hand gently took out the shotguns and slowly loaded them, while his face looked through the gap in the bushes, firmly staring at a few Soviet soldiers who were still smoking cigarettes with each other and laughing and talking about something.

There were only three of them, but Liszt could clearly know that the three of them definitely belonged to the level of commanders. Because the Soviet soldiers around were all in groups of more than a dozen people, similar to the three squads that Liszt observed in the forest. And if these three people are together, still smoking cigarettes in the back, and even the AKM assault rifle is pinned to the back, it means that the three Soviet soldiers belong to the captain, or the person who gave the order to shoot just now.

"If you all think life is so cheap, then maybe I can teach you a lesson."

The Winchester M1887 shotgun had been loaded, and Liszt's eyes looked at the Soviet soldiers who were gathering one by one, as if they wanted to leave, and there was only a meaningless smile on his face, because there was only a cold in his eyes. He seems to be full of indifference to life, and after experiencing more things, the so-called life may be just a fragile porcelain, which can be broken by accident.

But Liszt did not approve of the slaughter, and he did not approve of the killing of prisoners. The soldiers of the American Union had no room for resistance, and the Soviets were not threatened with their lives, and the massacre of prisoners was a kind of torture and had no meaning. Liszt took a deep breath, the muscles of his whole body were already slowly tensing up with his movements, but his mind remembered that he was on the battlefield in Mexico, the Mexican guerrillas who were glaring at him one by one, he lowered his eyebrows slightly, and he raised his head again: "The nature is different, the time is different, and I am not the same as before." ”

Before his words fell, his sturdy body seemed to rise in the wind, and like a cheetah pounced in the grass, wearing that gilly suit, he appeared in front of the group of Soviet soldiers with smiles on their faces and their eyes full of consternation. Liszt's face was expressionless, he looked at the group of Soviet soldiers, and then pulled the trigger fiercely!

A blue streamer instantly appeared on the deep and pure 115 elemental jet engine, and the No. 12 shotgun appeared in the barrel with the explosive and expanded gunpowder, blessed with some mysterious power, as if coated with a layer of that blue and faint light, and then roared out from the thumb-thick large-caliber barrel: "Bang-"

The mysterious power brought a different power to the No. 12 shotgun, and the blazing muzzle flame also had a faint blue light, and the 12 round shotguns instantly made the three captains who were holding cigarettes and widening their eyes widen and wanted to dodge in a panic. And the blue light continued, and the mysterious power even caused the three captains to hit the No. 6 high-powered shotgun at close range, and a gunshot wound the size of a soybean burst out of a cavity almost the size of a ping-pong ball in the back!

"Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-"

But Liszt didn't look at the panicked and sluggish Soviet soldiers. He held Winchester in his hand with an expressionless face, and there was no continuity in his extremely indifferent eyes, just spit a No. 12 standard shotgun at them, and then loaded and unloaded in Lister's hand at great speed, and continued to pull the trigger and spray the blue light of the gun, exploding the screams and more blooming blood flowers!

PS: Ahem, let's get some monthly passes, I don't know why yesterday, everyone suddenly gave more than 20 monthly passes, and I was shocked. What's there today... I should have two more at night, at least one more, of course, I work hard to be two more~ I have to say, although I have been busy recently, the update is still guaranteed, at least the minimum is two more... Kneel and beg for a monthly pass... (To be continued.) )