Chapter 84 (1/2)

”Ta, ta, ta ~ ~ ~”

In the dazzling firelight, the hot metal torrent cut through the pack like a giant sickle.

It tore apart the wolf's not very strong body. Countless wolf blood flew everywhere. Every time the firelight flashed past, dozens of Zombie Wolves turned into real corpses.

However, their comrades continued to step on the corpses, constantly charging at the defense line of the caravan.

It had been more than half an hour since the wolves had spotted him.

The machine guns in the hands of the soldiers were hot and hot, and the worst of it was that the ammunition was almost gone.

Although the arctic fox uses a echelon attack to ensure the suppression and endurance of the firepower.

However, as the battle continued, his stamina decreased, and even experienced veterans would gradually show some negligence.

These seemingly insignificant negligence, on the other hand, would take their lives on the battlefield.

After a round of fire, the two soldiers should have retreated to the rear under cover of their comrades to replenish their ammunition.

I don't know if the wolves had driven their nerves too far apart, so much so that, as they retreated, they lowered their heads and took out their magazine to replace the machine guns with new ammunition.

However, when he lowered his head, a few strong male wolves came out from the pack of wolves.

They rushed nearby, under the line of fire of the other warriors, and with a bite of their jaws, they hurled the two soldiers with their heads bowed down toward the wolves behind them.

The soldier cried out in fear, and his hands and feet fell into the wolves.

Immediately, blood-curdling screams filled the air. The wolves were like sharks that had seen blood. Dozens of male wolves pounced on the two unlucky soldiers, using their sharp claws and fangs to tear open their warm and soft bodies. Then, they began to feast on their fresh blood and flesh.

”F * ck, since when did these damn things become so difficult to deal with?”

White men in their thirties were firing at the wolves with two machine guns.

His ability was the enhancement of vision in the field of perception, similar to the zero range of vision. However, Vader's vision limit was about a kilometer away, and at night it would be reduced.

Even if the domain of Sensory Perception wasn't a battle type ability, when combined with Vader's level 1 Accurate Firing, it was able to guarantee that more than 80% of the bullets would land in the pack of wolves and cause effective damage.

However, as Vader had said, this pack of Corpse Wolves was clearly much more difficult to deal with than the ones they had encountered before.

The animals were more agile and more powerful than the others.

Unless it hit them directly in the forehead, they would have to use several times or more bullets to stop the mutated creatures from moving.

”It's fine that they are troublesome, but what's more troublesome is that they seem to be much smarter than before.”

Bart was the captain of the mercenary, a man in his forties who was in the golden stage of his life.

Both energy and physical strength were at their best, but Bart was more proud of his military experience.

Under him, arctic foxes had been at a rate of only about ten percent over the past decade, which was one of the reasons Cumberg had chosen them as guardians.

The captain's ability was a rank 4 sniper, so while commanding the team, Bart also played the role of a sniper in the team.

”Vader, for God's sake, find the wolf for me.

”If we don't destroy it, we'll be finished.”

Barthes shouted. The wolves attacks seemed so orderly that Barthes wouldn't believe a word he said if there was no lead wolf behind him.

As a sniper, his vision wasn't much worse, but in the dark, it was obvious that an adjutant with enhanced vision was more capable of this task.

Vader soon found a strange male wolf among the wolves.

It was about a third of the size of the other Zombie Wolves, and it was covered not with pure black fur, but with scarlet fur.

The wolf was moving behind the pack, and the occasional movement of its limbs should have been a signal to command the pack to attack.

This kind of wisdom shouldn't have appeared on the Zombie Wolf, Vader felt a chill run down his spine.

”Found it, dammit.”

It already has a certain level of intelligence.