Urban Legends: The Legacy of Ancient Civilizations

There is no need to have the slightest doubt that when the entire team is at its wits end, the members of the Night Demon Society will step on everyone's backs to create a way out for themselves.

The difficulties tonight are beyond expectations. We must unite all the forces that can be united, and we must not leave any room for luck to some people with evil intentions.

Fighting against the odds is a true portrayal of the current situation, and it is also a firm will that must be made clear.

With Gogol leaving, Ivan felt that his burden was getting heavier and heavier. It was obvious that his desperadoes played the leading role tonight, which directly pushed him to the forefront.

Before Ivan could calm down his emotions, a dull thumping sound came from the entire camp again. As this suppressed rushing sound gradually approached, the shaking of the ground gradually became unbearable.

As expected, the wild boar herds attacked again at night. The scale of this night attack must be stronger than the last time, and there was even the participation of the first-generation hybrids mentioned by Gogol.

The noise of the desperadoes outside the camp had long been silenced, and the dull atmosphere made everyone breathless.

Just like the dull air pressure before a storm, it is humid and muggy.

"Brothers, the tenderness of pork tenderloin is a gift from God. Let these delicacies who come to your door know the power of modern weapons.

Since we humans can rely on our ingenuity to drive endless beasts into the mountains and forests, we must now let them understand the truth again:

Hiding, then hide it well for me, it is wrong to come out and cause trouble! "

At Bai Ning's signal, Ivan loudly encouraged the desperadoes' fighting spirit. This kind of domineering quotation with half a witticism really suited the desperadoes' appetite. A large number of wanton laughter arose, making the place dull and dull. The inhibitions were gone.

The desperado with a heavy machine gun in his hand has gleaming eyes. He was almost incontinent after being forced by the giant wild boar last night. Tonight he will beat those wild boars until they urinate all over the place!

The clearing of the peripheral vision of the village had a very good effect. A large number of wild boars appeared under everyone's guns, and there were no more redundant trees to share the power of bullets for them.

Ordinary wild boars are no longer in the eyes of the desperadoes. Even if their offensive is like mountains and seas, giving people an unstoppable posture, the heavy machine guns mounted high have no intention of starting.

The other desperadoes holding rifles also appeared to be very casual, and even deliberately put ordinary wild boars close before shooting them.

Those desperadoes who used trolls were even more bold, and even dared to do ridiculous things like licking blood from the edge of a knife. They directly killed some ordinary wild boars that had slipped through the net, and shot them in the head when they got close.

This is a hunter's skill when hunting wild boars. At this distance, even the wild boar's heavy breath can be sprayed on the face, and you can enjoy the most extreme hunting pleasure.

Ordinary wild boars rushed out from all directions. It was obvious that some first-generation species were commanding ordinary wild boars to serve as cannon fodder and die in order to consume the ammunition reserves in the camp.

Such an intelligent first-generation hybrid indeed has the intelligence of an adult.

"For ordinary wild boars, try to hit them as close as possible to save the use of ammunition."

At Bai Ning's signal, Ivan gave another warning, and the high-pitched shouts made many desperadoes who were enjoying the killing immediately come back to their senses.

The ordinary wild boar charged for so long, but the giant wild boar still didn't even see a hair. This was obviously a cannon fodder strategy.

After coming back to their senses, the desperadoes quickly changed their continuous shooting to burst shooting. This highly targeted shooting made the desperadoes show extremely ferocious smiles on their faces.

The reduction in the use of ammunition made the ordinary wild boar's offensive look more ferocious, and the entire camp's defense circle was crumbling like a candle in the wind.

But in the crossfire of hot weapons, the wild boars' offensive can only be superficially lively, and they don't seem to understand the unreachable suffering.

This meaningless charge continued for about 10 minutes again. The camp was surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The sharp roars of injured wild boars made the place look like Shura Hell.

I don't know if it was because the number of ordinary wild boars was no longer enough, but finally a giant wild boar mixed in with the group of ordinary wild boars and charged towards the camp.

The charging path of these giant wild boars is also very reasonable, completely avoiding the intersection of firepower in the camp. In some cases, they can even avoid the crossfire point that is really inescapable by climbing over the obstacles and wood piles outside the camp.

Under this extremely strong strategy, even if the giant wild boars coming from all directions rushed to the last line of defense, they would not have a few gunshot wounds on their bodies.

The intelligence of the first generation of hybrids may have far exceeded Gogol's expectations.

This powerful comprehensive calculation ability and this targeted command art have reached the level of ordinary commanders.

What's even more frightening is that the first-generation hybrids only relied on their own biological instincts for command, without thousands of years of accumulated war experience.

When placed close, the heavy machine gun also roared. The 12.7 mm caliber bullets hit a person and instantly shattered his bones into pieces, but hit the giant wild boar, but only opened a few ferocious bloody holes.

Fortunately, when the bullet from the heavy machine gun hit the head of the giant wild boar, it also had a headshot effect.

This effective killing made all the desperadoes suddenly cheer.

effective.

Heavy machine guns are effective against giant wild boars.

No more relying on snipers to shoot in the eyes to kill with one shot!

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire camp suddenly rose, and the excitement on the faces of all the desperadoes became even stronger, as if there were really just some dispensable money-losing goods hidden in the dark night.

This result was within Bai Ning's expectation. It was certain that ordinary hybrids would not be able to withstand heavy machine gun fire. I am afraid that the physical strength of the first generation hybrids would far exceed everyone's expectations.

What's more, with the giant wild boar's current attack mode, except for heavy machine guns, other desperadoes pose no threat to it at all, which itself is a huge hidden danger.

Once the bullets of the heavy machine gun are exhausted, it will be much more difficult than expected for the Aaron trio to turn the tide.

"When do you think the first-generation species will rush out and kill us?"

Jiang Yingxue, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, asked suddenly. It could be heard that she was not blindly complacent about the current good situation, and had full expectations of the difficulties tonight.

“No one except smart people knows what the essential difference is between first-generation and ordinary hybrids.

Perhaps they have died in front of us.

Or maybe they won't be in our sights tonight. "

Bai Ning's response was ambiguous, but you can't label him as perfunctory. Behind every possibility is a given probability, and personal judgment about the probability is the true reflection of attitude.

“If the prediction is good, the wild boar raids in the past two days can only be regarded as appetizers, and tonight’s wild boar raids can be regarded as a test.

Regardless of our answer tonight, the road ahead will definitely be difficult.

Do you think Ivan’s men can sustain it to that stage? "

The threats in the wilderness are always naked, and the killings will be without the slightest emotion. It is inevitable that Ivan's men will be consumed, and the survival of Bai Ning and others is not absolutely inevitable.

Jiang Yingxue's hint and Bai Ning understood that this did not mean that Jiang Yingxue was afraid, but that he was discussing the risk factor of this trip with Bai Ning.

Obviously, Jiang Yingxue's cards have not been exhausted yet. If necessary, her last cards will be airborne here.

"When a lion fights a rabbit, you still need all your strength. Adding fuel tactics is not a good habit."

Bai Ning's ruthless response made Jiang Yingxue smile. What hunters always pursue is the courage to move forward, and what capital pursues is always the maximum profit ratio.

To some extent, it's a bit of a chicken-and-duck talk.

"A hunter alone will never know how difficult it is to operate a complicated war machine at full speed, and how high the price is.

The $20 death compensation you promised casually before, do you know how many lives of villagers here this money can buy? "

Jiang Yingxue's response was to the point. He knew that Bai Ning understood everything, but he was so focused on doing things that he would do anything at all costs.

While the two were chatting, several more giant wild boars swarmed in using new assault methods. Unfortunately, they all died under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun.

Encouraged by their strong performance, all the desperadoes became more focused, their shooting hands became more stable, and their efficiency in killing enemies gradually became optimal.

If tonight goes by at this pace, then this test won't be a test at all.

Except for this group of desperadoes who were obsessed with killing the enemy, a big stone in the hearts of other insiders has never fallen to the ground.

If the strength of the giant wild boar was just this, Gogol would not be so cautious, and the painful casualties of the former Soviet Union would not appear in Gogol's mouth.

At the zenith of the moon, a faint mist filled the forest. The drop in temperature forced air circulation, and a cool breeze blew by, bringing with it a dull smell of blood.

No one knows how many wild boars have died here. Anyway, the killing has continued until now, and the wild boars are still pouring out like a tide in the dark.

It seems endless, as if they are irreconcilable.

By now, even the most bloodthirsty desperadoes have begun to fear!

How many wild boars are hidden in this dense forest? !

Is it really possible to kill them all?

Hesitation brings fatigue and drowsiness, and the gradual thinning of adrenaline in the body also causes a sudden surge of fatigue. No one can resist the high concentration of attention for a long time.

Fatigue is always the biggest enemy of mankind!

Or, it is the greatest enemy of all living things!