"How far are we from our destination?" Bender lowered his body and crouched on the watchtower, scouting the distribution of the walking corpses nearby.

"It's about 1.5 kilometers, which isn't that far, but we won't have a lot of time." Mosilaire leaned over to Bender's side and put on the warm gloves she needed for the winter - if she didn't want her hands to get frostbitten from the cold wind, she had to be ready for such a cute little thing.

There are not many zombies around the base, and there are only a few dumb guys scattered sporadically and irregularly on the white snow.

"Then we'll have to hurry." Bender lowered the hood on the outside of his steel helmet, withdrew his gaze from the stumbling zombies, and patted his companion on the shoulder, "You lead the way." ”

"Okay." Mosilaire walked down from the improvised watchtower and ran to the front of Bender, "Go through the back door." ”

"Hmm." Bender had no reason to object to his companion's suggestion, so he trotted to keep up with Mosilele.

Standing in front of the side door of the protective wall, Mosilele tugged the handle, trying to pull it open—but the thick iron door, which seemed to have been frozen to death by ice, still couldn't be opened.

"Whew—what a ...... Die...... My dear...... Please open it obediently...... Okay! Mosilaire pulled with all her strength, but the door didn't move—she even tried to melt the ice embedded in the lock with her sincere feelings, but the cold fool didn't seem to eat it?

"Let me do it." Bender picked up Mosilelle, who had hung almost the whole person on the doorknob, and tactfully interrupted what she looked rather comical — he was really afraid that he would laugh out loud if he looked at it any longer.

"Hey—hey!"

Click-squeak-squeak-squeak

Bender grabbed the frozen iron doorknob with both hands, and in just a few strokes tore the hard ice trapped in the crack of the door, and easily opened the ungentlemanly door.

"Ladies first." He sideways to Mademoiselle Mosilaire.

"Oh—thanks to you, Mr. Bender." "I thank you so much, and even more words can hardly express the thousandth of the gratitude in my chest," said Mosilaire, squeezing his wide cotton trousers around in the snow, and making an exaggerated old lady's salute. Although the next words are rude and indecent, I cordially invite you to have dinner with me. ”

"Haha!" Bender looked up at the sky, his serious expression was obviously much more relaxed, "If we hurry, we can indeed catch the hot dinner in time." ”

"Yes, let's go." Mosilaire slapped his face to cheer himself up.

The air outside was extremely cold, and she trot towards the crash site of the previous ship with the equipment and supplies on her shoulders.

1.5 kilometers in a straight line wasn't that far, but the snow below their ankles made them look like two paper boats trying to navigate the slimy chocolate paste.

Lacking a sufficiently visible reference, Mosilaire sometimes stood in the snow and hesitated for a long time before taking the next step.

In winter, the sun sank especially fast, and by the time they reached their destination, the golden crow, which had been bright half an hour ago, was only a dim half-wheel.

Half a year later, it was even more desolate, and the blackened wreckage looked unusually old and old in the white snow.

Arriving at the crash site, Mosilaire and Bender lurked by a hill near the wreckage, patiently waiting for the agreed signal—or the bullet that came at them.

"Bang ————!"

A loud burst of gunfire pierced through the thick snow and resounded over the wide wilderness for a long time.

Lying on the snow, Mosilaire shrunk in fright - but neither she nor Bender was shot - this could be a set sign!

Instead of rushing to the place where the guns rang out, Mosilaire and Bender waited patiently in the snow for a few more minutes—even if they tried to help the victims, every rocky rock, every soft cloud of snow might have sprang up as soon as they appeared.

They don't have advanced power armor, they don't have the scarce Resurrector Mechanic, and every red-hot bullet could kill them, so they have to be careful—they have to be careful.

The shrill sound of gunfire echoed across the plains, and the ripples that were stirred up were soon covered by the fluttering snowflakes and the wind—and the place was calm again—except for a few more restless zombies on the snow, awakened by the sound of gunfire.

"Bang ————!"

The second gunshot, as agreed, startled a few birds perched on the fir trees in the distance, and the timid fellows turned into black dots in the chirping.

The snow was still falling, and it was constantly emerging from the darkening blue-black sky, softly wrapping everything in a cold white quilt.

Mosilaire had a small nest melted out of the heat in front of her, but she was still lying on the snow, staring in the direction of the gunshots.

And the zombies who had been awakened early were also attracted by the sound, and slowly moved towards the place where the guns were fired, drawing a few crooked lines in the snow.

Her position didn't seem to change, but the second gunshot rang out three minutes earlier than the agreed time - either the frizzy fool pirate was already impatient - or the shipwrecked were running out of control.

Mosilaire looked at his bracelet, then extinguished it again, awakening his charged rifle - at least for now, neither the Bioscanner nor the Red Fever Detection Module saw anything suspicious.

"Let's go!" She patted her companion on the shoulder and looked around warily.

"Let's go." Bender's face was red from the cold, but he scrambled up from the ground and shook his stiff arm a few times: "I'll give you my back, Miss Mosilaire." ”

"Naturally, dear." Mosilaire, who was still covered in snow, winked at him, "As long as I'm here—"

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced her body, freezing her gentle smile in the flickering snow.

"Fuck ——!" Bender grabbed Mosilaire's limp body and fell with her to the snow.

The white cotton snow splashed some red blood at once, and it was very dazzling.

He frantically tried to find the dastardly assailant in the snow, but he couldn't see any humans in the dim vision!

"Click."

"Damn it, damn it!" Bender loaded his chain-link shotgun and reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"Are you okay? Can you hear me? "He was desperate to hear her say something—whatever it was, even if it was just a vulgar swear word—please!

"......" Mosilaire, who had fallen on the snow, clutched his shot arm, let out a low groan, and gasped for a few more breaths before finally whispering to him.

"It's fine."

But her eyebrows had twisted into a lump of pain, and the thick blood that oozed from it gradually spread along the cotton wool in her coat, and a small dark red flower bloomed outside.

It seems that Mosiliel's coaxing skills are as clumsy as her crafting skills.

The graupel grew darker in the dim light, and seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Mosilaire had only bandaged herself, and the large snowflakes fluttering in it had covered her and Bender's bodies again.

She had chills, but she didn't dare move.

The assailant was still hiding in the cold, waiting for the time to shoot—perhaps next time, he would take their lives.

"Bang ——!" The distant gunfire pierced the dead silence of the crash site, a low sound distinctly different from the crisp sound of the bullet that had just hit Mosileelle—the distress creature had shot again—but he didn't want to believe her anymore.

Bender only felt that it was a simple bait, trying to seduce him and Mosilele into a deeper trap with an awkward acting act - but his companion just patted him on the arm.

"There's no need for them to lure us in like that, especially after they've shot." Mosilaire's face was so indistinct in the gray rays.

Bender heard her gasp laboriously in the snow, as if the words had taken much of Mosilare's strength.

"Unless these villains are really stupid." Mosilaire paused for a moment before he slowly spoke, "The sneak attacker and the distress seeker are probably not the same group. ”

"Of course, such a rough judgment is not accurate, and we still have to take a big risk." His companion added: "Big, big risk." ”

"You understand that this cry for help may just be to force us to get up from the snow again and become two stupid, running and jumping targets, right?" Bender felt like he was freezing, but his fingers were still on the trigger.

"Yes, Mr. Bender." Mosilaire sighed, stunned as he watched as the small cloud of hot air he exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold wind, "That's why I said I was taking a big risk. ”

Bender lay in the snow and was silent for a long time before slowly proposing to his partner, "I think we should go back." ”

"......" Mosilaire coughed twice, but did not speak, but turned over and looked up at the sky obscured by thick clouds.

The snow was falling happily, so that a light cold snow swayed and fell on her face, and finally melted into some cold droplets on it—and the gloomy sky was about to go dark.

Mosilaire shuddered, and she felt her body getting colder and colder.