The first thousand and six hundred and nine chapters of the poor foreign language
Feng Dao rushed to the foot of the mountain on the left with Wan Lin. The two of them rushed to the back of several huge rocks on the hillside, and then quickly disappeared behind the rocks.
At this time, a painful "ouch" sound came from the foot of the mountain on the side, and then a group of people cursed, while the gunshots of pursuit were gradually drifting away. Obviously, Xiaohua had been injured a few times.
An enemy that suddenly appeared quickly fled to the distance. And the enemy who suddenly encountered the attack must have divided some of them and roared and chased them out.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao squatted behind the rocks, listened carefully to the movements around him, then quickly removed the skis on their feet, raised their guns to monitor the foot of the mountain on the side, and looked anxious in their eyes.
Once there is a conflict with the enemy here, the long snowboard on the feet will hinder the agility of the two of them, so they both removed the snowboard and placed the snow pole on the edge of the rock.
While watching the foot of the mountain nervously, Wan Lin listened carefully to the movements around him, and a look of nervousness appeared in his cold eyes.
It is very unfavorable to hide when acting in the snow. Xiaohua suddenly launched an attack on the enemy and now she has to quickly escape from the enemy group. She can only rely on her extremely fast speed to avoid the pursuit's bomb rain, which is very dangerous.
Not long after, the gunshots in the distance suddenly stopped, and then a long roar of Xiaohua came from faintly. Feng Dao did not understand the meaning of Xiaohua's roar, so he quickly turned his head and looked at Wan Lin, and saw that his face suddenly calmed down.
I know that the roar of the little flower is to report safety.
At this moment, a curse sounded from the foot of the side mountain. Then a group of people were carrying the three of them and turning from the foot of the side mountain. While cursing, they slowly slid towards the foot of the mountain where Wan Lin and the others were.
Come.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao quickly squatted down, staring at the people slowly coming from the narrow cracks in front of them.
Several people were wearing colorful thick leather jackets, carrying various weapons on their shoulders, some carrying assault rifles, and some actually carrying old-fashioned rifles and bird guns. Each of them had an angry look on their faces.
,What are you talking about constantly?
Wan Lin listened to the conversation of several people intently, and saw that the words of several people were mixed with the y language he had learned in the military academy from time to time, and some familiar words popped into his ears from time to time. Intermittently, he finally heard some clues.
It turns out that these people are really armed by local terrorist organizations. From the conversations between several people, Wan Lin roughly heard that these terrorists actually came from different races and countries. But unexpectedly, this group of people has a passionate heart.
When I came here, I realized that the terrorist organizations lacked funds and weapons. Most of the weapons were taken from government forces. I had no source of weapons and my life was very difficult.
Wan Lin was secretly happy. He didn't expect that he could understand something when he listened to these people's conversations intently. He quickly lowered his body behind the rock, pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversations of these people, trying his best to get some useful information from them.
Although his y language is not enough to achieve fluent dialogue, after studying hard in the military academy for a year, he had already stored a large number of foreign language words in his mind with his super memory. Now he listens intently, but he actually listens to it.
You can roughly hear the content of the dialogue between them in y language.
Several terrorists who talked in Y language cursed the fierce animals that suddenly appeared and complained about the harsh environment here.
Amid their complaints, Wan Lin suddenly heard one of them say: A terrorist organization from the East, let them go to the neighboring countries to pick up people? Once received, the Eastern organization will immediately provide a funding to support them.
But unexpectedly, not only did the person not receive it, but he also lost a team with excellent weapons. The team he was in was also attacked in his rescue companions and was almost buried abroad. It was a mess! Now, the group of people who attacked him are actually
If you dare to cross the border, you must leave them to avenge them.
Wan Lin listened to the other party's conversation intently, and his mind quickly summed up the intermittent sentences he could understand. Only then did he realize in his heart: this group of people actually had several terrorists who escaped from outside the canyon last night, but he didn't expect to be here.
I met again, but it was really a narrow road for enemies.
At this time, the voices of several people talking were getting closer and closer. Wan Lin quickly looked out from the cracks of the rock. The other party was struggling to pull a simple sled made of snowboards, and there were several wounded men whispering on it.
Now he has slowly walked to the foot of the mountain where he is, less than fifty meters away from the rock where he and the Fengdao were invisible.
He quickly made a few gestures to the wind knife, then quickly took out the sniper rifle's muffler and stuck it on the muzzle, then touched his waist with both hands.
Feng Dao saw the gesture of Leopard Head and knew that he was informing him to prepare for the battle! Once the opponent found out that he was the two of them, he would secretly kill several terrorists and never alarm the enemies around him. He also quickly touched his waist.
, and held several flying knives with faint cold light in both hands.
Just as the two were ready, they suddenly heard a scream from the front. Wan Lin and Feng Dao saw a terrorist dressed in the cracks of the rocks, pulling a sled and walking in front, suddenly raised their hand and pointed at the front.
The snow started to scream. When the group behind him heard his shout, they immediately shook off the rope pulling the sled on their shoulders, and suddenly reached their hands towards the weapon on their shoulders.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao's heart sank, knowing that they had discovered the traces of their sliding on the snow. Wan Lin's eyes flashed with a light cough, and suddenly flashed from behind the rock, and his hands suddenly flickered forward.
At the same time, the wind knife also jumped out like an arrow, and both hands rose up at the same time.
Under the bright sunshine, a dazzling cold light with a "swooshing" cold wind covered the sky and flew towards seven or eight figures more than thirty meters away. At the same time, Wan Lin and Feng Dao were already falling from the mountain and following the tiger in front of him.
A cold light rushed towards the foot of the mountain, and the saber in his hand shone with a cold light in the dazzling sunlight.
A cold light in the air flashed in a flash! "Yeah", "Yeah"... Several muffled groans sounded almost at the same time. Seven or eight figures who were about to lift the gun had not yet lifted the weapon in their hands. The dazzling cold light had already been
Disappeared from them, and the few people loosened their fingers, threw away the weapons in their hands and fell backwards.
At this time, Wan Lin and the others had already jumped to the side of the people. The sword in their hands flashed quickly on the necks of the figures who were still staring in shock. Pieces of red blood flashed quickly on the necks of the figures who were still breathing.
The fog immediately filled the two of them.
As several seven or eight figures fell to the ground, Wan Lin suddenly knelt in one knee in the thick snow, his right shoulder tilted, and the sniper rifle equipped with a silencer slid into his hand like lightning, pointing straight to the front
At the foot of the mountain, his face was tightly pressed against the chin holder of the sniper rifle, and his fingers were pressed on the trigger without moving.