The performance of the military version of the snowmobile is excellent, and the roar of the engine and throttle is not too big. But the sound of a convoy of ten snow mannequins, gliding through the snow of the white mountains, can be heard quite clearly in the silence of the primeval forest, even if it is thousands of miles away.

The goggles were already on Liszt's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his almost frozen face as he looked at the speeding woods in front of him. But there was also a little more pleasure in his eyes, the empty snow and the edge of the forest racing, the rush of dodging the primordial giant trees and stones, almost making his adrenaline rush fast.

Liszt also finally understood why so many people like drag racing, especially the reason why there are so many motorcycle parties. The thrill really makes people forget everything, and the speed seems to make people beyond the control of time and space in a short period of time, as if the thrill of God has mastered everything.

However, when Liszt's eyes looked into the distance with his raised head, the thick black smoke that was still condensed and rising in mid-air seemed to be a clear signal. And the frantic unscrewing throttle in Liszt's hand also slowed down slightly, and he turned his head to look at the other nine military snowmobiles that were quickly following behind him, and his brows were also slightly furrowed.

"Carl, how much time do we have left?"

Rubbing the already cold skin on his face, Liszt also pulled out a small kettle behind his backhand. He quickly unscrewed the lid, and then he threw himself a big sip on his head, feeling the cold liquid explode into a fiery heat in his mouth in an instant, he let out a sigh of wine in satisfaction, and at the same time threw the military flask in his hand to Carl, who was controlling the snowmobile that was parked beside him. Nodding his head, he said, "Here's this." You'll forget the cold of this hellish place. ”

"Vodka? No. This stuff can make my mind lose its coolness. ”

Reaching out to catch the small wine jug thrown by Liszt, Karl looked down at the conspicuous red five-pointed star on the flask, of course he knew that this was definitely a Soviet kettle, and looking at Liszt's slightly ruddy cheeks, he also shook his head and threw it back towards Liszt, just frowned and said: "We are walking through the canyons of the mountains and the gentle slopes, according to the direction of the alien spacecraft, we should still be close to half an hour away." ”

He said. His face also frowned slightly, especially looking at the extremely conspicuous black smoke in the sky, and the vigilance from the perennial training, he couldn't help but ponder for a moment, turned his head and frowned at Liszt: "Why haven't we found a single Soviet helicopter or their troops now?" ”

"Where are they? Maybe they're still enjoying a good day under the covers. ”

Looking up and sweeping around, Liszt's eyes also looked at the sky, which still had a little dark cloud and sprinkled with fine snowflakes. But his eyes narrowed slightly, and he poured himself another sip of vodka, which went down his throat and into his abdomen with the heat. Feeling the slightest heat, he also nodded slowly and said, "Everyone should pay attention to the next journey." ”

Half an hour away. It may be long or short as Karl's estimates, but for Liszt, any enemy they may encounter will be the deadliest. The snow mannequins they were riding were not even armed vehicles, and the only way to attack was the driver and the riflemen behind them.

Although they are more mobile in the snow than those infantry fighting vehicles or off-road vehicles in the snow, if they encounter an ambush or are pursued by helicopter formations in the sky, the consequences can be much more troublesome. After all, they are just ordinary mobile vehicles, and they are almost non-confrontational compared to the sturdy and armored armed vehicles.

"I really want to recuperate quietly, so I'll get to the door by myself."

Turning his head to look at the snowmobile behind him, the accelerator in Liszt's hand was tightened again, and the snowmobile under his crotch was like a flying arrow off the string, driving fast in the flat place of the mountain range and the gap between the primeval forest. And their ten snowmobiles have formed a straight line, moving forward at almost a similar speed on a flat road.

The skis under the motorcycle gently pressed down on the soft snow, but the surging power did not wait for all to sink, and they used the temporary reaction force to rush forward. Each of them wore windshield goggles on their faces, and they were also wearing standard winter combat uniforms, plus a white robe as a camouflage suit, which was also used as extra warm clothing.

In areas with gentle slopes, snowmobiles can easily rush up with their surging horsepower, and the snow layer that has been present for nearly two months already has the ability to carry heavy objects. The hills were climbed by Liszt, and if they could not climb over them, they went directly around the gaps in the canyons on both sides, and their speed was still quite fast in this complex mountainous area, although they did not cross the forest where countless trees still stood, but they were getting closer and closer to the place where the smoke was billowing out.

But the uneasiness in Liszt's heart became more and more apparent, and as his heart beated, he looked at the mountains in front of him that had gradually risen, and his eyes became more and more condensed. This is already the junction of the remnants of the Loki Mountains and the real mountain range, and the undulating mountains seem to be dragons lurking, waiting for their prey to take the bait.

"What's going on? This doesn't feel right..."

Liszt's eyes narrowed slightly, the enlarged throttle in his hand slowly stopped, and the nine snowmobiles behind him also slowly limited their speed as his speed decreased, but the uneasiness in Liszt's heart still beating. He slowly turned his head and was about to say something to Carl, but the sixth sense from the bottom of his heart made him instantly shake his head to the side, and almost with a cool feeling flying down his scalp, a crisp gunfire also appeared in the primeval forest in an instant.

"Woo ——!"

The sound of the gun was echoing, and the young man behind Liszt, who was still watching the surroundings with a rifle, had turned his whole head into a flying broken gourd, splashing white and red around it, scattering a piece of the surroundings. And the body that lost control of the brain immediately fell heavily into the snow, motionless and suddenly silent.

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