The stranger who broke into the cave was wearing a thick sealed suit and a huge closed helmet, like a diver or a laborer in the engine room, carrying an oversized package behind him.
Just when Hank Evans was at a loss, the monster walked up to Rozim and said in a weird Gothic tone:
"Boss, have you missed a boy after not seeing each other for many days?"
Rozim nodded with a smile.
"I miss you very much."
"Boss, I've prepared a big gun for you."
Looking at the strange-shaped gun handed over by the other party, Rozim stroked and exclaimed:
"Wow, so beautiful, so beautiful."
"Boss, is it?"
Hank Evans on the ground got up at this time. He watched the interaction between the two in confusion. In his memory, there seemed to be no such person in the battle group.
Rozim smiled and said:
"Kron, one of my helpers, has been loading it in the cargo hold before, and has been making small items on weekdays. It is your multi-function mixer."
Hank Evans nodded thoughtfully. It was really easy to use, small and light, not only stirring, but also in other aspects—
But...ah ahem, if Rozim knew, he might have killed him, so he decided not to praise him.
At this time, Rozim glanced out of the cave entrance and found that it was still dark.
Suddenly, the experienced chef narrowed his eyes, as if he had noticed something, immediately picked up the gun that Kren gave him and shot frantically at the entrance of the cave.
A green beam of light ejected from the muzzle, instantly shooting a figure crawling at the entrance of the cave into two pieces, which shows how powerful it is.
"They are chasing!"
Hank Evans screamed.
“They are chasing us.”
"Stop making a noise! Do it!"
They quickly moved, and even the mysterious Karen quickly entered the battle state, drawing a large shotgun from the package behind.
In the next eight minutes, various weapons fired each other wildly. Six cultists had already walked to the entrance of the cave, but they had no cover, except being shot and killed.
The three of them made full use of the inclination inside the cave and the advantages of covering the enemy at the entrance of the cave.
Outside the cave, more than a dozen corpses slid onto the crimson ice surface, stirring up countless ice dust.
Until the last one was killed, Rozim began to scan the valley with his telescope.
"We can't stay here all the time."
His implication is very simple, this firefight will cause enemies to flock to it.
Then he kicked the ice at the hole.
"In a while, this place will become a grave made of ice. Sooner or later, they will surround us and knock down the ice cliff and bury us. We must act quickly!"
So they quickly packed up their things. In less than a minute, three cloaked figures ran down from the hillside and rushed into the cold wind of dawn.
"Kron, is your Ghost Fire No. 4 open?"
While running, Rozim panting and asking the entourage beside him.
"I brought it, and I drove it from heaven to here."
“Where is stopping?”
"Walk forward for a while and you'll be there!"
"Boss! It seems that something is going on!"
Hearing this, Rozim turned his head and looked back, seeing countless lights shaking in the ice valley where they were before them, and the roar of countless vehicles was covered by the wind, and could be heard clearly.
"Hide now."
They dug a foxhole nearby as a temporary shelter, covered with a layer of ice and snow. With the help of this temporary cover, they watched the vehicles passing by 500 meters away from them.
These modified vehicles of civilian trucks are powered by rough internal combustion engines and spray darker smoke into the cold wind. Each car's huge steering wheels are tied with heavy chains to maintain traction, and the wheels at the rear are replaced by sleds or tracks. Each car's roof or rear is equipped with heavy weapons.
They whizzed past, spraying out flakes of ice dust, close enough to allow people to see the chaos marks on the sides of their broken vehicles, and to smell the stinking smell of their fuel burning.
After the convoy passed, Cron was about to move, but Rozim pulled him back.
"They know how fast we can run and will definitely look back."
Sure enough, a minute later, a roar of the engine reached their ears.
The vehicles were speeding along the way where the two of them came, as if they were looking for something they had missed. One of them drove westward and the other continued to run forward.
The fourth car searched along their path, turned around in Bingchen and drove towards the three of them.
They were trapped and could not run, because if they ran out of the foxglove, there would be no cover in this area except to expose themselves.
They curled up in the fox pit and observed, one of the cars slowed down, one of the burly cultists wearing chains and skeletons jumped out of the car, as if checking for traces on the ground, and the other entered the heavy weapon cannon position from the side.
The vehicle is getting closer.
Rozim turned to Hank Evans and nodded at the laser gun in his hand.
"As the saying goes, a good cook who can't snipe, kill that gunner."
"Not the driver?"
"If the gunner is dead, then the driver can only drive. If the driver is dead, the gunner can still fire. Aim at the gunner, and then kill the walker after killing it."
Hank Evans nodded and took a few breaths toward the scope to melt the ice on the lens, installing a new energy magazine as quietly as possible.
Although the wind is whistling, the sound of metal collision can still be heard.
The truck turned around, and the dazzling light shone on the edge of their fox pit. Hank Evans aimed at the target and was confident in shooting him. Rozim only chose him because he won three consecutive championships in the 'Shooting Eggplant' competition organized by the Chapter Servant Association.
Hank Evans carefully aimed at the outline of the vehicle behind the lights, getting closer and closer...
Just as he almost reached his sight, he fired.
Accompanied by a loud and hot gunshot, two lightning-like trajectories came straight towards the car body in the dark, followed by a series of fierce explosions.
The truck began to shift to one side, and slowly stopped after hitting the ice wall.
The second light is Rozim's shooting trajectory.
Hank Evans accurately hit the gunner, but the laser penetrated the gun position, ignited the ammunition box, and directly exploded the heavy weapon. The gunner's smoked body hung on the burning weapon.
Under the gaze of the three, countless bullets overheated and exploded like fireworks.
The driver was dead, with shrapnel of explosive ammunition on the back of his head and neck.
"Call-style him!!"
Then, the three of them lifted the cover, ran out of the foxglove, and ran towards the truck.