The wind knife next to him saw the posture of the leopard head, and immediately understood that he had sensed that there was still an enemy at the foot of the mountain in front. He slapped his hands on his waist like lightning, and immediately held several flying knives in his hands, and rushed forward from the side like flying.
Got out.
At the moment when the wind knife jumped out, two figures waving snow poles suddenly emerged from the foot of the mountain in front. The eyes of the wind knife that had just been saved flashed, and just as he was about to raise his right hand, "Puff", "Puff", two sounds
The faint sound of gunfire sounded from behind Feng Dao.
Following the sound, the two figures who had just rushed out from the foot of the mountain trembled violently, and two masses of red blood mist suddenly rose up from their heads. Their upper bodies fell weakly to the side and back, but the whole body was still rushing forward with the inertia.
Under the influence, my feet still slid forward four or five meters, and then with a "pop", I fell on my back on the thick snow.
At the same time that the two men were shot, a scream came from the side of the mountain, and then the sound of the gun bolt being pulled was heard.
At this time, Feng Dao's toes quickly touched the thick snow, and he rushed to the foot of the mountain in front like a strong wind. Following the exclamation coming from the side of the foot of the mountain, he kicked off the snow and jumped up.
, scraping against the thick snow on the ground, he rushed forward, and the three flying knives in his right hand flew towards the side of the mountain like lightning.
Wan Lin fired two shots in a row and then jumped over like flying. Also when he was approaching the foot of the mountain, he leapt past Feng Dao's side. The cold muzzle of the sniper rifle was already aimed at the side of the foot of the mountain in the air.
A figure is falling backwards at the foot of the mountain on the side, with two round eyes showing a horrified look, looking up into the air, an assault rifle in his hand has been raised high, and the thick leather coat on his chest has a glyph pattern.
Inlaid with three black holes, red blood is slowly flowing out of the holes.
Wan Lin fell sideways on the snow, and half of his body had sunk into the thick snow. His two arms exposed outside the snow were holding up a sniper rifle and pointed coldly at the mountains in front of him. Feng Dao's body was also stuck in the snow.
In the thick snow, Zheng was maintaining the same posture as Wan Lin, with the black muzzle of the assault rifle in his hand facing forward.
The two men lay quietly in the thick snow, the muzzles of their guns quickly sweeping around, and a glimmer of light flashed in their eyes.
In the quiet mountains, the sun shines on the thick snow, reflecting the strong snow light, which makes Wan Lin and Feng Dao, who are wearing goggles on their faces, still feel a dazzling feeling.
The muzzles of the two men quickly swept across the mountain. Wan Lin immediately stood up and suddenly imitated Xiaohua's voice, letting out a short roar, and then coldly ordered: "Bury on the spot!"
He immediately turned around and ran behind him, carrying his sniper rifle behind him as he ran. He then pulled out his engineering shovel, came to several enemy corpses, and quickly dug several snow pits beside them.
He immediately put the engineer's shovel aside, turned around and pulled out the flying knife of the wind knife from several enemy corpses, kicked each corpse into the pit, and then buried the floating snow on the side into the pit.
Then he bent down and buried the blood around him under the snow.
After he finished disposing of the corpses, he turned around and saw that Feng Dao had already disposed of the three corpses in front of him and was walking towards him quickly. At this moment, Xiao Hua's figure suddenly emerged from the side hillside and rushed towards Wan Lin like smoke.
Wan Lin waved to Xiao Hua with a smile on his face. Xiao Hua jumped up to Wan Lin, then circled around the place where the body was buried, then raised his head to look at Wan Lin, grinned and shook his head a few times
Big Tail. From the smell, it already knew that Wan Lin and the others had taken care of all the people just now.
Feng Dao walked quickly towards Wan Lin and wiped the blood from the flying knife in his hand with a handful of snow.
He came to Wan Lin's side, reached out and took the other throwing knives handed over by Wan Lin, bent down and rubbed them hard in the thick snow a few times, then inserted them into his waist, with a smile on his dull face.
He turned around and said to Wan Lin: "Fortunately, I was afraid that you would bury some of my treasures as well."
Wan Lin raised his gun and observed the surroundings, and replied with a smile: "No way, how can your brother's treasure be buried with these dirty things!" After saying that, he put down the gun and said: "Let's get the skis back.
, go to the mountain in front and have a look."
The two stepped on the thick snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to walk to the rocks that had just been hidden. They retrieved their skis and poles, stepped on the snowboards, and waved their poles towards the jagged rocks in front of them.
Slide down the foot of the mountain.
The two came to the foot of the mountain in front. Wan Lin looked up and looked around. Then he pointed to the top of a mountain four to five hundred meters ahead and said: "Old Feng, it's easier to climb here, and the height is right. You can just observe what we just saw."
The direction of the gunfire."
"Let's go!" Feng Dao looked up, then took off the skis under his feet and carried them behind his back. He stood up and jumped towards a rock in front. After several ups and downs, he jumped forward thirty or forty meters in the rock.
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Wan Lin looked at Feng Dao's vigorous figure and nodded secretly: Lao Feng's skill has also improved a lot. The few flying knives he just used were simply superb. Not only were their accuracy excellent, but their strength was also amazing. The knives passed through
The tough leather jacket penetrates deep into the enemy's body.
He immediately took off the skis under his feet and carried them behind his back. He shouted to Xiaohua in a low voice: "Xiaohua, let's go, let's see who gets up first!" He stood up and jumped out.
Xiaohua grinned widely and jumped up from the thick snow with a "swish" sound. A black smoke flashed past Wan Lin and the wind knife in front of her. She circled left and right and ran towards the hillside. In the blink of an eye, she had already rushed up.
Halfway up the mountain.
Wan Lin smiled, suddenly raised his strength and jumped upwards. After a few ups and downs, he had already passed the wind knife in front of him. He shouted: "Old Feng, come on!" He also chased after the little flower in front of him like a smog.
At this time, Xiaohua had already jumped up to a huge rock halfway up the mountain, and was grinning and turning its head to look at Wan Lin behind it. When it saw Wan Lin approaching the mountainside at lightning speed, it raised its big tail and shook it twice.
He turned around and sprinted towards the top of the mountain, leaving Wan Lin far behind in the blink of an eye.
Feng Dao was lifting up from behind and thinking to himself: "Good guy, Leopard Tou's skill has improved a lot! He can almost fly upward without even touching the ground. This Wanjia internal skill is really amazing!"
When Feng Dao panted up to the top of the mountain, he found that Wan Lin and Xiao Hua were squatting beside a rock on the side of the mountain in front, and Wan Lin was looking forward quietly with a sniper rifle in hand.
He quickly bent over and ran to squat behind a rock on the side of Wanlin. While panting, he raised the assault rifle. He quickly scanned the area around the top of the mountain through the scope on the gun.
There are pieces of black-gray rocks standing on the top of the mountain, with dots of white snow inlaid between the cracks. The dark, rugged rocks and the white snow at the bottom of the mountain give Feng Dao a strong visual contrast.