C65

"Damn, what kind of place is this? Why does it look so much like the Twelve Zodiac Temples?" Lao Hei opened his eyes wide, looking at the long flight of stairs and the tall and round stone pillar, he tried to recall some words from his childhood memories that described what he saw.

All of us lay in the distant jungle, silent, wearing night vision equipment and using binoculars to observe the situation. The front gate of the palace was very large, so if a bus opened it, they could directly drive in. However, it should have been locked from the inside. The door was made of what looked like pure copper, and the green ones were covered with copper rust. There were four small doors beside the gate. Although they were small in comparison to the door, they were all more than three meters tall. The doors were open, and on either side of them stood a guard with a gun. On both sides of the main entrance were two werewolf statues with big axes. They were much bigger than the one that was smashed into pieces by Sanmei in the forest just now.

"Werewolves use guns too?" I asked Sanmei curiously.

She shook the silvery-white Desert Eagle in her hands and said softly, "Even a vampire can use a gun, so why can't a werewolf use a gun? They liked to use guns when they were in human form, and when provoked by emotions such as anger, they would go into combat and turn into werewolves. After transforming, they would prefer to fight bare-handed or use cold weapons. Their speed is extremely fast, their strength is unparalleled, and they are extremely bloodthirsty. "

I looked up at the canyon and saw that it was covered with plants and only the light of the sun reflected off the leaves. In a corner where the sun couldn't reach, it was too suitable for a creature like a werewolf or vampire that liked the dark. Plus, the 'people' that came in and out of the four doors of the palace were all in human form, but I knew they weren't my kind. The Savage Mountain should be called the Wolf Man Mountain.

Thinking about it, my mind suddenly moved. I asked Sanmei: "Nowadays, scientists often report seeing traces of savages on the Savage Mountain in Myanmar, right?"

"That's right, it's the werewolf behind me," Sanmei gave me an affirmative answer.

Lao Hei suddenly asked softly on the radio: "So the ones who caused the disappearance of the tens of thousands of Anti-Japanese Expeditionary Forces were also them?"

"Sixty percent, not all of them. The rest are natural conditions." Just as Sanmei finished speaking, I heard a voice from my earpiece that sounded like the grinding of teeth due to anger.

"Kill them all!" Lao Hei growled in anger.

"Right, don't leave a single one alive." Manager Qian was a rare sight as well as he started to act viciously.

I couldn't resist the urge to rush up and kill all the warriors of the expedition in these werewolves blood offering heaven. However, as a result, waves of murderous intent attracted the attention of the werewolf guards, as did the sensitivity of animals. These monsters with the name "human" in their names.

The guards watched for a while. We lowered our bodies, not daring to raise our heads, and observed the enemy through binoculars. I'm sure they can't see much from this distance, though I know they can see it clearly at night without the help of night vision goggles.

Just as I was feeling relieved, a werewolf came out of the door, holding something I knew very well. On closer look, it was a fucking American OTIS-10 thermal imaging. This was going too far. They didn't know if they had a spy satellite or not.

Before the werewolf who was staring at the thermal image pointed his finger at us, Renato's sniper opened fire. The thermal image of the SG550's light gunfire was shattered, and the remaining bullets shot into the werewolf's body.

The silver bullets were already very lethal against the werewolves, not to mention that I had used the Fosselli's radiation. When the bullet entered the werewolf's wound, white smoke came out as if it was incinerated by sulfuric acid. If it was near, I believe I would still be able to hear the sizzling sound.

But what came to our ears now was the werewolf's pained cry. The werewolf beside him quickly pressed him down, drew his military knife and dug out the silver bullet that had not been shot deeply. The moment the silver bullet left his body, the werewolf stopped screaming and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rest of the werewolves started firing at the grass as soon as their comrades were hit, but we were in no hurry to retaliate. Until the first batch of werewolves from the search party charged towards us, Renato's men started to open fire one after another, using buddhist light silver bullets to suppress their movements.

At the same time, more and more werewolves rushed out from the four doors of the palace. Some of them were empty-handed, some had guns, and some were even carrying Karl. There were also boxes of artillery shells. The firepower was so strong that it made us look as weak as candles beside a light bulb. Those werewolves who were empty-handed, at a distance of about 300 meters from us, began to change. Their clothes were quickly torn by the bulging muscles, their heads changed the most obvious, their noses and mouths became protruding, their four fangs also rapidly became longer, sharper and harder. The hair all over his body became as thick and black as steel needles sticking out of his flesh. His four limbs also grew much longer than normal. His two front claws seemed to be able to reach down to his knees. After forming the wolf head human form, they started to run, charging towards us at a speed that made even Liu Xiang lose track of them.

At this point, no one wanted to save bullets anymore. The Manager Qian's M249 and the four God's Armed Forces machine guns fired at the same time, and I shot out like water from a warhead that I had painstakingly carried all the way from China. Many werewolves had their bodies scorched by the buddhist silver bullets until a large hole appeared in them. They howled in grief and died, their corpses still smoking. Many of God's armed mercenaries threw out deadly grenades, even though they weren't made of silver. However, the numerous shards still gave the werewolf a headache, and some of the unlucky ones even had their legs blown off.

Even so, the werewolves were approaching our line of defense at that astonishing speed. At this time, Sanmei shot. She ignored all enemies that were over 80 metres away, and within 80 metres, she held onto both Desert Eagle s tightly. Whether it was his left or right hand, both were extremely accurate. The werewolf that she hit had either a hole in his chest or his head exploded and flew off into the distance. Only the corpse with an empty neck was left rolling on the ground due to the inertia.

But, the flames on her two Desert Eagle's muzzles are really too big. We use Assault Rifle s and light machine guns, and the muzzles of her muzzles are equipped with special flame extinguishers. In order to increase the firepower and the initial speed of the warhead, her Desert Eagle had also increased the amount of gunpowder it was loaded with and also had a short barrel. He seemed to be telling the other party, "I'm here, I'm here. Come hit me." It was as if he had a personality for being arrogant, and a personality for being arrogant for being arrogant for being a gun.

The enemy's 84-mm M3 Backless Firearm kept firing in our direction. The HE441D exploded right above our heads, scaring me out of my wits and me out of my wits. I jumped up and dragged Sanmei away. After running only a few steps, the place where we were hiding was overrun by cannonballs, causing the grass to fly 20 meters into the air.

As I was running, I was suddenly pushed hard. At the same time, a voice shouted, "Be careful!" As I fell to the ground, a shell exploded in front of us. It seems that the M3's operator was trying to kill us in advance. If it wasn't pushed to me, it would be over.

When I looked back, it was unknown when Renato had caught up with us. At the same time, he had also pushed Sanmei under his protection. What? What are you doing? Are you trying to be a hooligan? "I'm calling the police," While saying these useless words, I pulled Sanmei up from the ground and hid behind a huge tree where Lao Hei and Manager Qian were hiding with their arms wide.

We can't continue like this. Right now, we are completely relying on the other party's fear of our bullets. We are meat on the chopping board, Wolf Clan people can cut it into cubes whenever they want, and can chop it into pieces whenever they want. I locked onto the radio that was already tuned to the shared frequency band, and shouted to Renato.

"I have already sent people to find the way," Renato's voice was accompanied by a large amount of gunshots.

"Leader, there's a cave here," someone from Renato's group said on the radio.

"Let's go over first. The wide terrain is too disadvantageous for us. You guys can go first," Renato said as he fired.

I consulted the other three and decided to go to the cave as well. Although I was a little afraid of digging into the cave after returning from Afghanistan, it was indeed as Renato had said. The cave's terrain was easily sealed with firepower. In open space, it would be a waste of bullets because of the werewolf's fast movement speed.

Just as we were covering our retreat with the Hellfire formation, three particularly strong werewolves behind us broke through the rain of bullets and entangled the last few members of God's armed forces.

As soon as the bespectacled fellow had drawn his sword, he was sent flying by a werewolf's palm. As he flew four or five meters, he was called back to the ground by gravity. A werewolf leaped up and caught him in the air, and the werewolf made a wrestling motion, spinning him around in the air until he was standing on the poor fellow's back.

When he hit the ground, the military doctor with glasses was the first to hit his head and neck. One man and one wolf together weighed 300 kilograms. The huge impact broke his spine, and the wolf-man's foot on his chest directly crushed his sternum. The huge pressure even forced a portion of his internal organs out of his mouth.

The other unlucky thing was that the powerful sniper from before couldn't defend against such a high speed attack with his sniper rifle's firing speed. The sniper was probably lying, dropped the SG550, pulled the P229 from his belt, and fired at the werewolf. Because the P229 he used was. A 45-gauge can't use any of the silver bullets we provide, so they're all regular bullets now.

The werewolf, who was repeatedly hit, didn't care. He just raised a hand in front of his face in case his eyes or face left an unsightly scar. Then, he charged towards the panicked sniper while holding a gun bullet. Walking closer, the werewolf clenched his fist and smashed the sniper's head without a bulletproof helmet, just like a hammer used to smash steel on a construction site.

The skull was immediately smashed into smithereens. Two eyes the size of ping pong balls were squeezed out from the eye sockets and hung on the sniper's face along with some yellow tendons. White brain matter still flowed out of the empty eye sockets before the body fell to the ground. The others were scared silly. The soldiers weren't afraid of death, but this kind of death was a bit too cruel.

At this time, Sanmei showed her might. She put the two Desert Eagle back into her holster and ran towards the werewolves. The werewolf noticed her, too, and dropped the other soldiers to roar at her.

She suddenly accelerated, jumped up high and somersaulted in the air, her hands pulling out the Wing Chun Eight Slashes Blade from her back. The wound had been treated with silver before, and it had also been irradiated by the Forsaken. Today, he wanted to see how effective it was. Sanmei flipped in the air and landed on top of a wolf head, crossing his blade into an X shape and slicing it down like a pair of scissors. The sharp blade had cut off the werewolf's spine, cutting off his central nervous system, turning the werewolf who had just been playing empty-handed into a high paraplegia. If it had been an ordinary knife, it might have been able to heal, but the silver would only worsen the werewolf's wound. After Sanmei tumbled to the ground, the werewolf's body finally smashed into the ground.

The other wolf wanted to take the chance while Sanmei was still unsteady on the ground to sweep its claws towards her head. Sanmei did not dodge, the blade in his left hand struck the werewolf's arm that was as thick as a small tree, the sharp eight cut straight through the werewolf's ulna and scratched the bone. Behind the werewolf transformation, he was extremely fierce, clenching his teeth, he did not stop and wanted to kill Sanmei with a slap. The other wolf also pounced towards Sanmei from behind her and attacked her from the front and back.

But no matter if it's me or the werewolf, they both probably underestimated Sanmei, and she did not let go of the blade. Instead, he leaned back and used the knife in his hand as a lever. Using the sweeping force of the werewolf, he swung his body up like he was playing with a horizontal bar. But this way, the werewolf with the knife in his arm would be in trouble. In the long howls of the wolves, the Eight Slashes Blade cut off two of his bones and spun them 200 degrees, tearing one of his arms to shreds. As he flew, Sanmei's right hand cut off the werewolf's head, ending his pain.

After the last werewolf missed, it quickly turned around, but Sanmei's attack had already arrived. Sanmei slipped between his legs like a football player shoveling a ball. At the same time, the silver light in her hands flashed wildly, like two butterflies flying in the air. With a wave of his blade, she cut all the tendons in the silver man's legs and knees. Both of the werewolf's legs were crippled, and as he unsteadily knelt on the ground, his head was chopped off by her blade.

After taking care of the three werewolves, she quickly helped a few injured mercenaries up and said, "Collect the dead bodies' useless silver bullets and quickly retreat." With that, she ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Her performance in beheading the wolf shocked everyone present, including me. I had personally "experienced" her martial arts before, so I was not particularly surprised. Manager Qian continued to say: "No wonder those people before couldn't catch her."

Lao Hei then touched his neck: "Luckily Master Hei did not hit her, otherwise …"

While we were talking, we entered the cave and carefully looked at the terrain. The Wolf Clan Palace's lower part of the canyon was in the shape of a trumpet, and the palace's position was located at the open mouth of the trumpet. This cave was located in the direction of the narrower loudspeaker. When facing towards the right side of the palace, the cave entrance was as tall as a person. The cave was very large, with several forks leading in different directions. This should be what was commonly known as the "lava tunnel". It was left behind when a volcano erupted and lava passed by. The floor and walls of the cave were black volcanic rocks. It seemed like the werewolf had also taken care of this place. Not far away from the cave, there was a werewolf iron statue holding a big axe.

There were still people shooting non-stop at the cave entrance. There were a few forks in front of us, and some of them could already see the figures and roars of the werewolves. Shit, I thought, we're in a wolf's den.