All the enemy's bullets have not been selected or modified, and they have not even been inspected for quality. All bullets have dark red ballistic lines, as well as long bright lines drawn by tracer bullets in the air.
For a moment, under the light of the flare that gradually extinguished, it became the only light source, which was extremely eye-catching.
There is no heavy machine gun fire blockade here in Cassia, so the pressure is very low. Based on these ballistic lines, you can judge the approximate impact point of the next bullet, making it easy to avoid attacks.
We are already three to four hundred meters away from the boulder, and the enemy's eyes are returning to their proper function very quickly. There are many boulders at the foot of the mountain, but compared to the huge open area around them, they are used to block the enemy's sight and incoming bullets.
, the effect is not big.
While the enemy was changing their magazines and due to the influence of the flares, the handover and maintenance of firepower became less smooth due to the panic. The route Cassia ran suddenly showed a break line at this moment. The speed was once again increased to the extreme state.
, the falling snow flakes and the air became obstacles, "whoosh" hit his face, and the cold feeling seemed to make his head more awake.
He plunged into the ancient forest next to him. The huge trunks and spreading branches would become his best help later. In the ancient mountains, every ancient tree had a trunk that could be embraced by several people. From then on,
Even if it hits the very center of a tree trunk, platinum bullets cannot completely penetrate it in most cases.
The pressure on his body immediately decreased after Cassia plunged into the woods, and there was no longer the trembling sound of bullets shooting through the air around him. He did not dare to stop, and he never had an advantage. When the influence of the signal flare disappeared,
This will become a protracted tug-of-war, and the toxic substances still hidden in the body will play a huge harmful role.
There is a layer of snow accumulated on almost all the ground, and the traces left on it are obvious. Although it is still snowing heavily, the situation is not optimistic. These footprints want to be erased by nature. Without trees to block them, they can also
It takes about an hour for the snow to completely cover it. And there is no reliable cover in the open area, where he will become a flexible target running in the snow.
In the woods, snowflakes cannot come in directly. They can only rely on the snow to fall from the tree trunks, but this is not accurate. It is almost impossible not to leave traces.
And there was another thing that Cassia was worried about. They rested early at night because of the blizzard. They looked at the time while running, and it was about three hours before the sky would be completely bright. Cassia felt that the only darkness was good for him.
, will disappear at that time.
While thinking, Cassia suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from the back of his head. Just when he was just experiencing this feeling and not understanding what was happening, a strong rotating wind blew not far from his face.
Past. Then he heard a sharp whistling sound in his ears, like the friction between metals, vibrating his eardrums and his heart.
The little snowflakes flying around were torn into pieces by the invisible wind at this time. The pine tree chips with a fresh and light fragrance also rose from Cassia's back at this time, "rustling" and scattered, and then
Just the painful groans of several ancient trees. They are breaking, but then they fall.
Blood flowed out of the ear first. The already tender ear had not been strengthened much by the surgery. The strong wind that had just rotated cut several gaps in Cassia's ear, and a little bit of flesh and small pieces of cartilage on the ear had already been removed.
It disappeared and turned into things like sawdust falling around.
The blood that flowed out finally emitted a little white air 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 burning tearing feeling on my face. Compared to the pain in my ears, my face seemed to have been swept back and forth many times by a sharp iron brush in an instant. The ice and snow hitting half of my face could not cool down the burning pain.
Come down.
Blood seeped out from countless wounds torn open by the strong wind. Their heat was quickly absorbed by the surrounding air, and Cassia's running speed accelerated their coagulation. Half of her face was covered with a thin layer of red.
Ice. It was originally soft, but now it has become something like a stiff iron mask. Cassia, who usually has a serious face, now has no expression at all.
The ancient trees behind him began to collapse with their own painful sounds. Cassia's heart began to beat violently at this time, with a permeating nauseating feeling. He turned his head and glanced behind him, and the trunks of several ancient trees disappeared.
A large area was opened, revealing huge gaps. Everything there was now reduced to sawdust flying in the air.
The power of the modified powerful sniper bullet showed little signs of weakening after directly penetrating the trunks of several ancient trees. The wind driven by the rotation of the bullet can also cause damage to Cassia. The sharp sound of friction in the air is enough to indicate that the bullet is covered with
The power of blessing is so great. This may be the first time that Cassia directly experiences blue silver modified sniper bullets.
The power is too terrifying. Among the platinum bullets, Cassia does not remember a bullet type with such power.
If hit directly, his body, including his bones, might be blown to pieces in an instant. Cassia opened his mouth and took several breaths to stabilize his mood. He almost died just now, and what was in his head
A voice told him that it was a really bad experience and he had absolutely no expectations of experiencing it a second time.
What a powerful sniper, Cassia praised in her heart. This shot was definitely not fired by aiming, it was the intuition of a sniper. It can be regarded as the super long-range perception developed later.
"I'm so lucky, I didn't get hit." A voice of surprise, with a strong feeling of unwillingness and hatred. Someone looked at the place where Cassia just ran and said viciously.
"It's not luck." It was another more calm voice, without any emotional fluctuations in it, "It's just that my own training is far from meeting the requirements. Don't look at the difference, I want to close that distance again.
Shrinking is a very difficult thing. Whether it is myself or in the modification and running-in of these firearms, luck is fair, and I am not taking any side this time."
"It's a pity that the two people who can score the most points all ran away. I said it would have been better if we had just fired at that time, and things like this wouldn't have happened now." The man did not pick up what he just said, and talked about another thing. Maybe.