Chapter 343

Almost at the same time when the sound of SM came from the headphones, we made several "Hoo" and "Hoo" sounds on our heads, and the air flow rolled. Then we felt that there seemed to be something in the fog above, rotating around the place where the sound had just been made.

I immediately put my body close to the snow, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath. At the same time, I reached out and gently flicked on the microphone of the telephone, indicating that the people behind the corresponding No. 1 snow house immediately shot and led the things behind the snow house according to the plan we discussed in advance.

As soon as there was a gunshot, there was a whizzing sound overhead. Everything in the fog flew over, followed by a dense gunshot and explosion. The three of us immediately got up and rushed over, but when we ran there, the gunshot had stopped. Eagle eye and two other mercenaries were carrying weapons, the muzzle of the gun pointed to the top, and the three were searching back to back, But the thing flew into the sky without a shadow, and the fog was too thick to shoot accurately.

"What's the matter? How did you get angry?" I ran over and whispered.

Eagle eye shook his head, touched the ground a few times, picked up his sniper gun and asked me to see it. I saw that the whole sniper mirror was bitten to pieces, and there were deep tooth marks and some liquid on the gun body. Judging from the smell, it should be toxic. Fortunately, the wild goose eye reacted quickly enough and blocked it with a gun immediately after being attacked, so it was not bitten to death on the spot.

Another mercenary said in a low voice: "it seems that one flew in and shouted, but there was no movement. The rest bypassed the snow house and attacked us."

Something in? We immediately went around to the other side of the snow house and rushed to the lake. Sure enough, we saw a round hole the size of a basketball on the snow wall. A lot of yellow fog was pouring into it. I turned on my flashlight and looked inside. There was nothing.

Did you get out of the roof? I think, after all, snow houses are different from brick and tile buildings. It's easy to get in and out.

But I looked up and found nothing. I couldn't help feeling strange again. I simply dug up the hole and I went in.

The rest of the people also followed in. The last one blocked the hole with a piece of snow, so that we could isolate some sound. We were very puzzled inside. We looked at each other and thought, "shit, where the hell is that thing?"

"Will you get out of the hole that came in, like a mouse," Ivan said.

The eagle eye shook his head and said, "it's not a mouse or a bat. I didn't see it too fast just now, but it's as thick as my thigh, like a python“

At this time, brother donkey made a noise and interrupted, "look at your feet“

What's good under your feet? Even if the thing is dead and the body is on the ground, so many people have stepped on it. Do you still look for it with your head down? Said a mercenary.

In fact, I have the same idea, but I still bow my head and carefully shine a flashlight on the ground. A big question mark can't help popping up in my mind.

There was no fog in the snow house, but some came in after a hole was opened. The proportion of fog was greater than that of air, so it sank below. When I walked, I would flow with fog like water, and small eddies appeared.

I lifted some fog with my hand and exposed the ground originally covered with snow. I don't know when there was a layer of black ash on it.

"Is it in the fog?" I thought and then denied it. The snow outside wouldn't look like this, and it must have just fallen, because we stepped on a lot of footprints when we built the snow house, which caused the black ash to fall on the footprints, indicating that it was only a few minutes ago, that is, after the snow house was built.

I squatted down, picked up some black foam with my hands and smelled it under my nose. The fishy smell was the same as that on the eagle eye gun, but it was thicker.

The rest of the people did the same, but their eyes were full of questions and puzzles. Did that thing turn into ash after flying in?

Thinking of this, I suddenly understood in my mind. Brother donkey and shovel shouted at the same time. The three shouted softly at the same time: "Oh, it's this thing."

"What is it?" the others asked immediately.

I, brother donkey and shovel said their own inferences according to their own memory and understanding, and supplemented each other.

According to the analysis of the three of us, this thing should be a strange creature in ancient folklore. Its name is - -- snake.

Some ancient books also record "Teng snake", which means a flying snake. It is said that it is a subspecies of Xuanwu. Some books say that it is formed by snake cultivation. If it can escape the disaster after thousands of years of cultivation, it will become a dragon.

However, the common feature recorded in these ancient books is that they are "soft in nature, poisonous in mouth, winding and self correcting, flying without feet, swimming in fog, and finally becoming dust".

In other words, the snake is poisonous in its mouth and can fly in that kind of yellowish brown fog, but it will disintegrate into soil ash without the fog. It is reasonable to say that this thing, even if it is estimated, has long been extinct. Who would have thought that it was raised by these people for generations to guard the big stone tomb and the ruins of the king in the valley.

Now that we know it's a snake and its weakness, it's easier to do. We immediately dug up the snow house and drilled out, ready to kill the remaining seven snakes in the same way.

We drew the remaining snakes together with the sound of gunfire, and "disintegrated" several more snakes by using the space in the snow house. However, those snakes exposed to the fog free air will moan when they die, and the remaining snakes will be aware of the danger and avoid in time.

The last two were especially smart. After hearing the gunshot, they didn't fly in a straight line, but circled left and right. Twice, we lost our hands. A mercenary and a subordinate of the shovel were caught in the air and tore up, and the internal organs and blood fell back to the ground like rain. The scene was disgusting.

"No, the last two must be fine. We must find another way," the shovel said to everyone in the phone.

"What's your idea?" I whispered, holding Mike.

After a few seconds of silence in the phone, the shovel replied, "many of us are carrying high explosives, find a body, tie a walkie talkie and explosives, and lead the last two to blow up."

After saying this, Berkeley, who was guarding the snow cave behind, said, "don't think about my brothers' bodies. They should be respected. Even the ashes, I will take them home."

The shovels were silent for a few seconds, gritted their teeth and said, "OK, I'll find the body."

At this moment, I'm not worth it for those who want to make a fortune with the shovel, but I think everyone is not a good man or woman. If the shovel dies, others may use the same method. This kind of person is such a philosophy of life, that is, the jungle law that most Chinese believe. The strong survive, the weak struggle, and the dead can be abandoned

In order to protect the shovel and others from moving the body, we fired several flares to lead the remaining two away. Several mercenaries quickly loaded C4 and detonators on the body, and pinned a walkie talkie to the pocket on the chest of the body.

"All right, done," said the shovel in a relaxed tone.

Brother donkey shook his head and said, "I was cheated by you when I was alive. I have to donate my body for you after I die. Are you from the Red Cross?"

Ivan didn't understand brother donkey's sarcasm and asked me, "isn't that guy a grave robber? How does brother donkey say he's a doctor?"

I rolled my eyelids and said, "you don't understand Chinese characteristics."

Eagle eye reached out to turn the volume of the walkie talkie to the maximum, and then pressed the call switch. A burst of amplified noise and static radio waves immediately came out, which scared us to flee. It is estimated that the thing will be called over soon.

This walkie talkie is a Motorola product. Although it is not as strong and fall resistant as military grade, it is very loud, especially the sound of electrostatic current. It can be heard very clearly in the fog. It gives me the feeling that the body bound with explosives is dissatisfied with us.

Soon the sound was caught by the flying snake in the fog. Several hovered and took the body to the sky. We listened to the sound all the way up and farther away from us. The mercenary with the detonator immediately pressed the switch.

A loud noise of "boom" exploded in the air more than 20 meters above our heads. It seemed that even the fog shook a few times, followed by the sound of a shower of objects falling to the ground.

"Killed?" Ivan asked optimistically next to me.

"Wait, there's one left." a mercenary's voice came from the headset. "It should be injured and blood drops fell."

"Shit," I whispered.

After the bombing, the remaining snake became extra cautious and attracted it with signal bombs and gunshots. It was not fooled at all. Moreover, everyone knew how to distinguish the sound of footsteps to attack the ground. Now everyone had a headache.

"What should I do? I can't just waste it," someone whispered on the phone.

"Bring another body? We have a lot of explosives left," suggested another man.

"It won't be fooled. It's not stupid. It can distinguish a real dummy. If you lead it again, you have to use a real person," said brother donkey.

"You're not afraid to die, you go." the voice of the shovel came from the phone.

I was afraid that brother donkey would be stubborn and go again. I immediately interrupted: "you should go. That was not your brothers just now. You just came up with an idea to use his body. It is estimated that you are waiting for you to go on the road. I will settle accounts with you on the road. Why doesn't he have a whole body after he dies?"

"Your mother B, what are you talking about?" the shovel was exposed by me and was a little angry immediately. Although the voice was pressed very low, it could be heard that it was full of anger and killing intention.

Because of the fear that there was still a snake on his head, everyone spoke in a very low voice and had to cover Mike tightly with their hands. After a few words, there was no result. Finally, they had no choice but to draw lots.

I, SM and shovel gathered behind a snowdrift, marked a bullet and threw it into my bag to smoke. I don't know if the shovel brother "showed up". He really felt it. He was so angry that he bit his teeth and fell the bullet to the ground.

"Hey, hey, it seems that someone wants to keep you company," said the drunkard.

The shovel didn't answer, but stared at the drunkard. Although there was fog between us, I still felt his murderous eyes behind the fog. I thought, "this guy is going to turn over."