The body bent slightly and maintained the most force-easing position. If the steel shell bomb fails to cause fatal damage to the enemy, Cassia will have to seize the time to kill the remaining two people during the period when the enemy is affected by the explosion.

It should be successful. Cassia's cross pupils reflected the orange-yellow light of the flare gradually dimming. Thinking of this, at least when the flare has not completely gone out, the remaining two should be obediently hiding, so as not to be discovered if they move a little too much.

The two of them also hid behind the ancient tree, sharing the information they received through gestures in the shadows.

"No!"

"No!"

Through the mirror, the information collected by the two was zero. There was only the forest of woods that gradually turned orange on the mirror, as if an oil painting gradually corroded by nature, which was accelerating the drop of dry paint blocks.

They could not find the enemy's figure. When they looked in the direction where the enemy disappeared, the snow covered the snow and the traces after running were crisscrossing and extending to the darkness in the distance, without a clear end. Apart from the sound of the wind, there were only their own breathing and heartbeat sounds left.

It was once thought that the enemy had left here and was terriblely quiet. Except for the two living creatures here, the rest of the things here were silent and silent inorganic objects.

Holding your breath and observing carefully again, the two of them were highly concentrated. Under the light of the flare, all the scenes were once again refined and layered in their eyes, and some tiny details were transmitted to the brain through their eyes to accelerate processing.

The two believed in their feelings. The enemy was nearby, but they hid very well. The information collected in their heads took some time to digest. After about ten seconds, they might catch the enemy's tail.

The oil painting world painted by the flare light is accelerating at this time, losing its color and reality, and decay will soon climb the entire space. The two of them are considering whether to shoot another flare. Darkness itself is very dangerous, and the enemy seems to be able to perceive it.

The two gestured to each other to tell their thoughts. The other man had taken out a crossbow with a good crossbow arrow, preparing to move his position while launching the second flare when the flare was lost.

"Okay, we still have time to spend, so don't think about the raid mission." The two continued to talk, and at the same time they did not forget to look at the small mirror exploring into the light.

The two elliptical spheres were already hitting at the position of the two of them in a nearly straight line. The speed was very fast, and under the light of the gradually contracting flare, it was almost invisible. The two eyes caught the two flying steel shell bombs, and their bodies rushed towards both sides without being controlled by their brains. This seemed to be an instinctive action to avoid bombs.

One fast and the other slow. The man holding the crossbow was obviously stunned for a moment. His head was thinking about something at this moment, and his pounce was not very effective. He used the ancient tree as his axis and moved very little. Even in the end, he hid most of his body in the protection range of the tree trunk. The other person had a great reaction, and the distance he had rushed was far enough to avoid the bomb's explosion damage of eight or nine minutes.

The roar of two steel shell bombs exploded in their ears without any surprise, the snow expanded, and the impact force was pushed on them the next moment with the air.

The man who had not suffered much damage and had completely rushed out only a few shrapnels that were shot by his body without any substantial damage. He left the trunk bunker that was hiding, and his body fell into the snow. His heart and his bulky body were calm at this time.

"Oh,,," the numbness that spread throughout his body was because of fear. He wanted to stand up and hide behind an ancient tree, and his body that had sunk into the snow struggled violently, trying to shorten the time. But the three bullets that were staggered in front and back had already been synchronized with his time, like two straight lines in arithmetic, interacting accurately at this time. The red blood blooming from the snow became a mark of the intersection.

In the sound of "Shu,,," the other person also traced the source of the bullets through the red heat trajectory. It was on an ancient tree, and they were always looked down by the enemy. He stood on the periphery of the steel shell bomb explosion, and the power of the gunpowder exploded did not impact him, but he ate a large number of fragments. Facing the direction of the explosion, most of the clothes on the back of the body had become fragments, shrapnel penetrated the skin and embedded in the body. Blood oozed out of the fine wounds, and in a short time it gathered into blood flow, invading the snow.

The most advantageous weapon was the crossbow he was holding. Without thinking, he shot directly at the position of the enemy he judged. The flares on the crossbow pulled out the smoke tail, and the light became brighter and brighter along the way, and all the surrounding scenery was illuminated clearly. A human-shaped black shadow also appeared in the light.

At this time, he hurried to get the musket hanging on his body. The effect of his usual practice and physical fitness showed the effect at this time. From lifting the gun, holding the handle of the gun, putting his finger on the trigger, and then pointing the muzzle to the black shadow standing on the trunk of the ancient tree, aiming was also completed during this period.

Before he could point completely at the enemy, he pressed down the trigger. The musket emitted a glimmer of light and was brewing a long roar. At the same time, a sound of explosion also sounded at this moment.

The next moment, the musket, which was not much weight, turned into a block of iron with tonnage in his hand, and he felt a little unstable on his upper body. The musket fell off from his hand and fell into the snow in front of him. He saw the huge hole in his waist and abdomen. There was nothing left, and even he himself didn't know why the upper body, which had lost a spinal support, had not broken yet.

In his eyes that had lost their glory drastically, he saw a figure jumping from the tree and smashing into the snow. With a crow-like mask, the red and violent eyes could be seen through the lenses on the mask. Then the figure raised his arms and a revolver was tightly held in that hand.

"I'm still going to die." This was the last thing he thought about. He used all his strength, so that the gunshots not far away could not be heard.

Cassia let out a breath, then pulled off her mask, revealing her flushed face. She touched her left ear, which was a little less hair, full of burnt smell. The flares above her head were still emitting a warm light.

"I don't know if it will be seen by the major and other enemy teams." Cassia fired a shot, knocked the flares down, buried them in the snow, and said to himself.
Chapter completed!