Chapter 2 Plague Rotten Wolf(1)()

Turner held his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle. He looked at the surrounding terrain and made a gesture with his left hand. The team followed him along. Every soldier in the team was wearing camouflage uniforms and equipped with an automatic rifle, and contained a grenade gun. Although the soldiers' uniforms were a bit worn and the styles of weapons were not uniform, from the elite M3A of the old era to the Volkswagen AK series, this still shows that they were a real army, not a randomly pieced together armed team like mob bandits. This army has military ranks, tactics, logistics, training, and most importantly, it is that the organization that can afford such an army is definitely not small.

Turner, forty-three, has nearly twenty years of military experience and is also a good commander who can rely on. At this moment, he led the team on a bare ridge. The advantage of this is that his vision is good and he can keep all the range of more than ten kilometers in his eyes. As for whether there are woods that can block the sun, Turner doesn't care. Large areas of green often mean unpredictable dangers.

The howling of the rotten wolf echoed in the mountains. Turner immediately looked in the direction of the wolf howling. His pupils quickly dilated and contracted, and the shape of his eyes changed slightly accordingly. Without a telescope, his eyes locked in a few small black dots several kilometers away. Turner then raised the telescope. In the lens, he could see several corrupt wolf with gray and black fur turning around uneasy on the reddish-brown rocks, and from time to time he looked up at the sky and made a few long whispers.
Chapter completed!