The red full moon hangs high in the cloudless night sky, and in order to stock up for winter, bats everywhere activate the seeds of uneasiness in people's hearts.

The warriors bathed in the blood-colored moonlight remembered the ancient legend that when the blood-red full moon rose to its highest point, the demon wolves from the north would ask for tribute, and if the people did not offer their flesh, the wolves would tear apart the living people of the land with their claws and teeth.

The stories told by old grandfathers and old women with piety and fear have frightened many crying children. When I look back on it now, I just feel absurd. Except for a sneer, it was impossible to make these warriors who had returned from hell feel any emotion.

The heads of the wolves or wolf orcs they chop off with their own hands are enough to build a hill, and in their eyes, the sharp-eared, furry beasts are prey, not feared hunters.

Exhale a breath of mist and feel like you're in the white forest of Lapland again. Remembering that the urine would freeze in mid-air, the large one had to bring a stick - to knock off the frozen feces so that the whole person would not freeze in the cold hell on the ground. I think back to the brothers who fought bloody battles again and again and never saw the scenery of their hometown again. Looking at the dazzling lights that could be seen in the distance, and thinking that tomorrow would finally enter the royal capital, melancholy and excitement coexisted in the hearts of the soldiers.

After the cranky thoughts were thrown away in an instant, the soldier returned to his original state, staring coldly at the blood-covered forest.

It was almost midnight, and under the ominous red moonlight, everything in the forest was dressed in a hazy coat, and it was given a different image. The trees resemble ghosts with fangs and claws, and the owls are twisted into ghost messengers.

Wear a long coat that covers the top of your head all the way to your ankles. It is not surprising that passers-by in the forest see them as wolves.

The sergeant guarding the entrance to the barracks whispered orders, and a small group of soldiers raised their axes and halberds, their blades shining with cold light pointed in front of them. The crossbowman hides behind the fence and the horse and tightens the string of the repeater.

As the distance closes, every soldier can see that approaching them is a two-legged human in a strange coat and carrying luggage. But what their intuition portrayed them was still a four-legged hairy beast with strong limbs and sharp claws and teeth that tore through its prey.

It feels like there's not a goodwill atmosphere. The traveler, who was recognized as a wolf, stopped. Bend down deeply. The hood that covers his face makes a blunt request in the shadows.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest in the middle of the night. The smaller one is the traveling merchant who lost important goods on his way to Durokoturum. I don't know what to do...... You see, if you can be kind. Why don't you let the little one stay overnight?"

"Stay overnight......

The bearded sergeant muttered. With a troubled look on his face, he walked towards the bent passenger.

The right hand suddenly disappears. Silver light burst out of the sergeant's waist and exploded where the traveler was.

The ground cracked and slashed, scattering gravel, grass clippings, and dirt. The traveler who should have been half-split was not in that position.

"If you want to pretend to be a little bit, V.E's lackey!"

The sergeant raised his head, and his black coat landed leisurely in front of him.

In order to avoid people's eyes, they deliberately chose remote trails that are rarely visited. Suddenly a man who claimed to be a merchant ran out, confronted the murderous army, and demanded to stay overnight in the barracks - this was not carelessness, it was purely playing with others as fools.

When you gather your strength again and prepare to continue the pursuit. A thunderbolt slashed across his forehead, and the sergeant's vision was dyed into a blood-red starry sky, and he realized that this was interrupted.

"Ahh ”

A wisp of green smoke wafted from under his coat, and the young man with his face exposed to the moonlight shrugged, looking down at the sergeant whose entire face had been blown off.

"Anyway, I patiently acted for a long time, and I was simply kept in the dark until the end, and I was killed before I knew it. ”

The long silver-gray hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of the head, neat and elegant with a handicraft style, and at the same time has wild and uninhibited facial features - not so much handsome, but rather a flowing and free young face. At this moment, he is happily saying terrible things.

The soldiers spontaneously formed a wedge-shaped assault formation, and the bushes of axes and halberds swooped towards the teenagers.

"Oh, don't you want to be killed honestly?"

Ignoring the stabbing guns, the young man said leisurely.

The spearmen roared together, and a staggered sound of steel rushed into the blood-colored night sky from the grass.

Missed.

There was a strange feel from the long weapon that ran through the coat, and the eyes had just been removed from the drooping black coat, and the strange sound of some kind of metal being pulled and tightened came from above.

"Just a watchdog, do you want to fight a wolf too?!"

The young man who jumped into the air laughed and looked at the dull faces condescendingly. While spinning, pull the trigger. Crisp and loud gunshots rang out one after another, and all 20 bullets in a shuttle entered the soldiers' brains, and none of them missed.

It was a powerful enough pistol bullet that was amplified further after sufficient acceleration by a heavy long barrel. When these murderous bullets drilled into the heads from the eye sockets, the bridge of the nose, and the mouth, something terrible happened.

The bullet first smashed the eyeball, nose bone, and teeth, and then hit the skull, deformed, shattered, and rolled, and then flew out of the soft back of the head. A pink paste, a mixture of brain pulp and blood, was sprayed onto the ground from a hole in the mouth of the bowl. A few unlucky heads even exploded like small watermelons, revealing the inside of the white skull.

It was a spectacle that the warriors returning from the bloodiest battlefield had never seen before, and the warriors who were about to reinforce the robe were also frightened, and in the silence, everyone stared blankly at the corpses that had been easily slaughtered like chickens, and were now gradually getting colder.

Shh

The whistle blew away the smoke from the muzzle, and the boy in a strange black military uniform looked at the huge pistol in his hand.

"Isn't that good? ”

In the right hand, there is a specially customized special submachine gun.

Inheriting the huge physique of the Mauser 1932 automatic pistol, it does not fire a 7.63mm Mauser pistol round, nor is it a 9mm parabellum pistol round of the Alfheim Defense Force. The 20-round long magazine contained the famous .45ACP pistol cartridges of the American imperialists.

On the basis of fully referring to the "big eye box" of the Shanxi Arsenal Eslite Cottage during the Republic of China, and adding the 254mm long barrel of the Carbine Mauser pistol, the goal of "achieving rapid fire and effective killing within 70 meters" was ensured. Even compared to the user's favorite Mokai submachine gun, which fires .44 Magnum pistol rounds and uses 100 rounds of drums, the power and rate of fire are still a little different. But at least for the moment, the boy was genuinely satisfied with the gun.

"Next, everybody—"

The black uniform of the Guards was shiny, the triangular ears were erect, and the tail dangled from the opening in the back of the pants.

"Such a good gun, don't you want to shoot it?"

The second lieutenant of Kaspar Georgsky's personal guard narrowed his eyes as if he were looking at a flock of roosters to be slaughtered, and he looked critically at Charlemagne's soldiers, and laughed flirtatiously. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )

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Li Lin: Yesterday's award-winning book friends were-Jin Leifeng, fans everyone, poor nameless, and NASS. Congratulations!

Nied Hogg: Today's question 1.What is the so-called big-eyed box? (hint: Shanxi Arsenal, barge gun), 2. Treat Charlemagne's warriors as roosters, what is the reason for this stalk? (Hint: Among the five hooligans of Blue Star, he and John Bull have fought for more than 100 years, relying on women and foreigners to win battles, and the one who has been meowed by Hans many times. ）