The assault rifle that Wolf had captured from the German grenadiers had been left in Stalingrad, so this time he had to use the Soviet-produced Bobosha submachine gun.

Although the accuracy of the hit is really poor, the dreaded 71-round drum provides ample fire support, and the dense barrage also has a good suppressive effect at close range. The only thing that Wolf didn't like was that there was almost no difference between aiming and not aiming.

The more proficient you are, the more you hate this uncontrolled random probability. To know how many years of hard training have been just to pick up your life from the god of fate, but to continue to believe in fate in weapons, this is simply a joke with yourself.

However, it is more comfortable to have a weapon than to carry a dagger to a duel, Wolf clutched the Bobosha submachine gun in both hands, bent down and bowed his head through the tall weeds, his distance to the wreckage of the King Tiger tank is getting closer and closer, and the closer the distance is to the weapon in his hand, the more advantageous it is.

Wren, who was hiding behind the turret of the tank, was obviously a little unsettled, he never expected that there was still someone on the other side who was not dead, and after just glancing at it with his peripheral vision, he knew that person was Wolf - although he didn't see it clearly, but he just knew that person was Wolfe.

Is this Wolf immortal? He didn't die back then, but he can't die with a direct artillery bombardment this time? What are you kidding? Wren frowned for a moment, then suddenly leaned out of the turret of the King Tiger tank and swept the entire magazine in Wolf's direction.

Then he decisively jumped out of the tank, and while withdrawing the empty magazine, he pulled a new magazine from the old tactical vest on his chest and inserted it into the body of the assault rifle.

Of course, he didn't know that the main reason why Wolf survived was that the grenade hit Stalin's tank and exploded, and Wolf was just not far from the other end of the tank, and the shrapnel in the sky did not hurt the lone wolf, of course, he was shocked to the point of coma, and he didn't wake up until Wren had just moved the wounded for half a day.

The area around the wreckage of the King Tiger tank cannot be used as a battlefield! This is Wren's full mind, after all, there is Alice lying next to the tank, and there are still Bruce and Andre who have not been rescued in the car, if he can't kill Wolfe, obviously these people will be unlucky! So Wren began to hide in the grass and grope forward, he wanted to put the battlefield in a further place.

The distance between the two people was not too far in the first place, about 900 meters in a straight line on this wilderness, and now the two of them are walking in the opposite direction, so it is estimated that in just a short period of time, these two rivals will have a chance to get together. Wren was afraid of missing Wolfe, so he didn't hesitate to expose himself with an assault rifle and began to fire at the place he suspected.

The sound of the gunfire stopped Wolfe, and a bullet from Wren knocked away a weed not far from him, and Wolf raised the corner of his mouth and laughed, he knew Wren's approximate location. So he didn't fire blindly, but followed the direction of Wren's advance and met him.

After all, Wolf left the tank in a hurry, so he only brought weapons with him, but he didn't bring out more drums, in other words, Wolf only had such a drum bullet in his hand, and now there are more than 60 rounds left. Wren had a lot more bullets in his hands, and he had at least three magazines with more than 90 rounds.

But Wren needed to keep firing to draw Wolf away from his reluctant target, so he quickly ran out of the second magazine. He pulled a new magazine from his other pocket, reloaded, and stopped on the side of a field road.

The straight dirt road was closer to his location, a landmark he had discovered when he had been reversing all the way. Guarding the dirt road horizontally would have isolated Wolf from the area of the Tiger King's wreckage, which was the perfect place for Wren to fight.

Within seconds, Wolfe, who was moving at full speed, was on the other side of the dirt road, knowing that Wren must be waiting for him nearby, thinking he smelled the smell of danger. At this time, it is obviously extremely unwise to expose himself first and give the other party a chance to fire, so Wolf also cautiously restrained himself.

Wolf adjusted his breathing, and then moved closer and closer along the dirt road in the direction of the Tiger King, he knew that the closer he got to Wren, and the lack of accuracy of the Bosha submachine gun compared to the MP-44 assault rifle was compensated.

He walked slowly forward, keeping an eye on his feet, a pair of dusty boots leaving footprints in the dirt. His steps were small, as if he was afraid of stepping on an ant.

Unfortunately, both of them had an instinctive reaction to that danger, just when they were close enough distance. They both realized that the other was not far from them. So both of them threw themselves forward and fell to the ground, and began to shoot wildly at the grass where no human figure could be seen.

At such a close distance, Rennes's weapons are relatively disadvantaged, whether it is the rate of fire or recoil, the assault rifle is not comparable to the submachine gun. Losing the advantage in accuracy and range, the capacity of the bomb bay eventually became a fatal wound, and by the time Wolf fired 40 rounds, Wren had to replace his magazine.

At such a moment of close combat, the Soviet submachine gun, which has more ammunition and better durability, is indeed better than the German assault rifle. Wren rolled twice, and suddenly felt a hard blow on his shoulder, and he didn't have to look to know that he had been shot, and his hand that was pumping out the magazine trembled for a moment, and then a brand new magazine fell to the ground.

He didn't pay attention to the magazine, or he didn't have the energy to pick up the dropped magazine, so he had no choice but to pull out the last magazine in his pocket, reload it, and start firing at Wolf.

Bullets flew sideways between the two men, and it was clear that Wren was not as solid as Wolf in terms of fundamentals, and if Wren had held his ground near the tank, the effect might have been much better, but Wren's change in personality made him finally abandon this plan.

The pain in the wound on the shoulder was unbearable, and it had begun to affect Rennes's technical movements, and the bullets were decreasing little by little, and it seemed that hand-to-hand combat between the two sides was inevitable. With a shoulder injury, Rennes is clearly at a disadvantage, and he seems to be slightly inferior to Wolf in terms of strength and speed.

He had always been alone, alone with all his problems, until one day he found himself surrounded by different partners. These people are sometimes vulnerable and need his help and protection, but as these people become more reliable, Wren finds himself alone like he never felt before.

That feeling is called warmth, and while many people are caring, he finds that feeling of security that has long since disappeared. When he was at the Wolf Knight Academy, he slept with a dagger, but on the brutal battlefield on the Eastern Front, he could sleep soundly in the tank. He liked this feeling, and he fought until this moment, mostly to protect this precious feeling.

Even if they were all gone, Wren felt that he should protect those behind him, so after he ran out of the last bullet in his assault rifle, he pulled out the Belgian Browning pistol from his waist, and at this moment, he saw Wolf in the grass opposite, who had also lost his submachine gun and picked up the revolver at his waist.

This is the first time that the two have been facing each other for so long, so both sides were stunned for about a few tenths of a second. Then neither of the two men relented, and pulled the trigger directly at the target.

At such a close distance, if the two sides fail to hit their targets, they can really be classified as vain. Wren's first shot hit the outside of Wolf's left hand on the outside of his upper arm, and Wolf's bullet also pierced Wren's arm under the shoulder.

Because of the bullets, the bodies of both people shook slightly, and then their bullets were not accurate, Wren shot the weeds around Wolfe, and Wolfe's shot also hit the dirt under Wren's feet. Both men took two steps back, then pointed their guns at each other.

"Wren, after all these years, finally let me find you again!" Wolf gritted his teeth and shouted at Wren, "Today, you and I will die here after all." ”

"Wolf, after all these years, your mouth is still so good at talking nonsense. Wren opened his mouth and laughed, "Do you think I'm going to let you leave so casually?"

"Whew!" Wren immediately pulled the trigger in his hand, and Wolf on the other side didn't seem to let his guard down because of the chat, and he fired his own bullet almost at the same time.

So this time the two of them were still wounded for wounds, and Wren's bullet hit Wolf's stomach, and the blood stained Wolf's military uniform red at once. And Wolf's bullet was not wasted, leaving a hole in Wren's left leg, and in an instant he was bleeding profusely.

Wolf took three steps back with his injured hand on his stomach and then barely managed to get to his feet, while Wren stumbled and fell to the ground, looking much more embarrassed than Wolf. However, both of them seem to have lost the strength to shoot at each other, and even if it is a pistol bullet, the feeling of hitting the body is not as small as expected.

It's not so much a competition, but rather that these two people are now waiting, waiting for one to die first.