Steel Steam and Flame

None of the enemy's bullets have been selected and modified, and even the quality has not been over-checked. All bullets have dark red ballistic lines, as well as long bright lines drawn by the tracer in the air. At this moment, under the light that the signal flare is gradually extinguishing, it becomes the only light source, which is extremely eye-catching.

There is no blockade of heavy machine gun fire in Cassia, and the pressure is very small. Judging the approximate impact point of the next bullet based on these ballistic lines, dodge an attack becomes very easy.

There are already three to four hundred meters away from the boulder, and the enemy's eyes are quickly recovering their due function. There are a lot of boulders at the foot of the mountains, but compared to the huge open area around them, they are not used to block the enemy's sight and the bullets shot over.

Taking advantage of the enemy's change of magazines, due to the influence of the signal flare, the transfer and maintenance of firepower became less smooth under the influence of the flare, and the route that Cassia ran suddenly appeared a broken line at this moment. The speed was raised to the extreme again, and the falling snow and air became obstacles, and the "huhu" hit his face, the cold feeling seemed to make his head more sober.

One head plunged into the ancient woods next to him, the huge tree trunks and spreading branches will become his best help in the future. In the ancient mountains, every ancient tree has a torso that embraces several people. Hit from the center of the trunk, platinum bullets cannot penetrate it completely in most cases.

The pressure on his body diminished as soon as Cassia plunged into the woods, and there was no longer the air tremor sounded by the bullet blasting past. He didn't dare to stop, he hadn't taken advantage. When the influence of the signal flare disappears, it will become a protracted tug of war, when the toxic substances still hidden in the body will exert a huge harmful effect.

Almost all the ground is covered with a layer of snow, and the traces left on it are obvious. Although it is still snowing, the situation is not optimistic. These footprints want to rely on nature to erase them, and it will take about an hour for the snow to cover them completely without trees. And there is no reliable cover in the open area, where he will become a flexible target for running in the snow.

In the woods, snowflakes cannot come in directly, and can only fall from the trunk by relying on snow, but this is not certain. If you want to leave no trace, it is almost impossible to happen.

And there is one thing Cassia is worried about. They rested early at night because of the blizzard. I took a look at the time while running, and the sky would be completely bright in about three hours. Cassia felt that the only darkness that was beneficial to him would disappear at that time.

While thinking, Cassia suddenly felt a cold sensation in the back of his head. When he only realized this feeling and didn't understand what was going on, a strong whirling wind blew past his face not far away. Then there was a sharp whistling sound in his ears, like friction between metals, shaking the tympanic membrane and his heart.

The little snowflakes flying around were torn to pieces by the invisible wind at this moment. The pine wood chips with a fresh and light fragrance also lifted up from behind Cassia at this time, and the "簌簌" dispersed, and then several old trees groaned in pain. They were breaking, but then they fell.

The blood came out of the ear first, and it was already tender, and it was not strengthened much by the operation. The strong wind that had just rotated had cut several gaps in Cassia's ears, and a bit of flesh and small pieces of cartilage on the ears had disappeared, turning into sawdust-like things falling around.

The blood that flowed out finally gave out a little white gas in the air, and the next moment it quickly lost heat in the cold temperature and condensed into bright red ice cubes.

There was also a fiery tearing feeling on his face. Compared with the pain in the ears, his face seemed to be swept back and forth by a sharp iron brush many times in an instant. The ice and snow hitting half of his face couldn't let the painful heat cool down.

Blood oozes from countless wounds torn apart by strong wind. Their heat is quickly absorbed by the surrounding air, and the running Cassia speeds up their condensation. A thin layer of red ice formed on half of his face. It was originally soft, but now it has become a rigid iron mask. Cassia, who usually has a serious face, doesn't have the slightest expression now.

The ancient trees behind them began to collapse in their own painful voice. At this time, Cassia's heart began to beat violently, with a penetrating nausea. Turning his head and looking behind him, the trunks of several ancient trees disappeared in a large area, revealing huge gaps. Everything there is now all sawdust flying in the air.

After the modified powerful sniper bullets directly penetrated the trunks of several ancient trees, there were not many signs of weakening. The wind driven by the rotation of the bullet can also cause damage to Cassia. The sharp sound of rubbing air is enough to explain how powerful the bullet is blessed. This may be the first time Cassia has experienced the Blue Silver modified sniper bullet.

The power is too terrifying, in the platinum bullet, Cassia does not remember the type of bullet with this power.

If you hit directly, your body, including bones, might be blown to pieces in an instant. Cassia opened her mouth and took a few breaths~www.ltnovel.com~ to stabilize her mood. Just now he was about to die, and there was a voice in his head telling him that it was a bad experience, and there was absolutely no desire to experience the second time.

Great sniper, Cassia exclaimed. This gun was definitely not fired after aiming, it was the intuition of a sniper, and it could be regarded as the super-long perception that he learned later.

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"Good luck, I didn't get hit." A surprised voice, with a strong sense of unwillingness and hatred. Someone looked at the place where Cassia had just run and said viciously.

"It's not luck." It was another more dull voice, with no mood swings in it, "It's just that my own exercise is far from reaching the requirements. Don't look at the difference. I want to regain the distance. Shrinking, but it’s a very difficult thing. Whether it’s me or the modification and running-in of these guns. Luck is fair, this time I didn’t stand on either side.”

"It's a pity that the two people who can score the most points all ran away. I said that it would be fine to shoot directly at that time, and there will be no such things as now." The person did not take the words just now, and talked about another matter. It may be that I heard the educational tone of those words.