global sniper

Chapter 2 Silent
As the vulture struggled desperately, blood flowed across Han Lang's face, and his hands gradually lost strength.

In addition, the vulture's body was suspended from the rock, and his body was pulled sideways, clinging to the edge of the raised rock, and below was the endless abyss.

Han Lang still didn't let go, and swallowed heavily.

But in the end, he was weak after losing blood. When the vulture was completely suspended from the rock, and his struggle was increasing, he was no longer able to hold the struggling vulture. When pulling out of the edge of the rock, the right hand holding the two legs was freed.

Almost at the same time, the clenched teeth tore off the piece of flesh, and the vulture struggled and rolled, escaped his control, and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Pity……

Han Lang took a few deep breaths, his hands were trembling, and he chewed the flesh in his mouth slowly, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

The vulture couldn't live anymore, the blood vessels on the cervical spine were bitten through, and it was doomed to die.If it weren't for such a big vulture, there would be no need to worry about food for at least three days.

In just a few seconds, he was full of water, no, full of blood, which was not a bad harvest for him.

At this time, Han Lang's face was covered with plasma, and he looked extremely horrifying. Although the vulture's blood stinks badly, he was extremely happy.

He knew that at least he didn't have to be sunburned to death, at least he wouldn't have the problem of dehydration in a short time.

After panting for a few seconds, he swallowed the minced meat in his mouth. When his physical strength recovered a little, he carefully felt the wound on his body. He felt a faint flow of liquid, and knew that the wound had burst open.

He retracted his arms hanging outside the rock, struggled to sit up as the vultures screamed and circled in the sky, wiped the sticky plasma on his face indiscriminately, moved in, and quickly checked the wound.

The wound at the junction of the neck and shoulders was only faintly cracked, and the chest was the most serious, with a diagonal wound of more than ten centimeters that would crack completely.

There is no serious problem between the ribs, it just broke free.

While tearing off his shirt and bandaging it, he looked around. Only now did he realize that he was more than 40 meters away from the bottom of the cliff and about [-] meters away from the top of his head.

Going down is impossible, he doesn't have that much physical strength, going up is the only choice.

At the moment of his self-rescue, the hyenas who came running wildly stared at the frightened vultures flying in the sky, and stopped one after another. They were still one or two kilometers away from the root of the ridge, but their footsteps hesitated.

It wasn't because of the wreckage of the car that was still smoking slowly at the root of the mountain in front of them. They saw that the vultures pointing the way in the sky exploded and rose a lot.

There, there is a threat!

But they already smelled the food in front of them, and even though they knew that the threat still existed, they still didn't want to leave.

Han Lang swallowed half of his stomach's blood plasma, and now his strength has recovered a lot, and he has figured out his situation in the quick bandage.

Looking at the winding cracks on the rock wall, he stood up carefully, moved his stiff body, took a deep breath, dug his fingers into the cracks, stepped on the rough rock wall under his feet, and tried his best to climb up. .

He was anxious to know what was going on above, whether his comrades had safely evacuated, and he was anxious to chase the rattlesnake that used his body as a dining table.

That was the food that he could last for a day. In this desert-like place, food was not so easy to find.And above, whether there is food is unknown.

The slight sound of the horny tail scraping against the rock confirmed it was a rattlesnake, and it smelled good.

While climbing through the crack with alternate hands, he saw the figure climbing up the crack within 20 meters.

Can't run!

Han Lang took a few deep breaths, endured the pain caused by the tearing wound, endured the fatigue with trembling fingers, stared at the snake swimming upwards in the crevice above his head, rubbed it up quickly, caught up with a few breaths, At the moment when the snake felt the shock and stopped moving forward and was on guard, he pulled out the snake's tail, firmly grabbed the crack with one hand, stepped on the protruding rock on the stone wall with his feet, and pulled hard, before the snake swelled Squeeze the crack and pull it out, then flick it like a whip.

With this shake, the snake's spine was broken instantly, and the snake was paralyzed without a second stroke.

Han Lang felt the rapid loss of physical strength and knew that he must get to the top as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to hold on.

In normal times, not to mention three or forty meters, even a hundred meters would not be delayed, but this would cause too much blood loss and the body would be too weak.

With a shake, he shook the snake away, lifted it up, and bit the back of the snake's head, preventing the snake that was not completely dead from giving him another fatal blow.

With the snake in his mouth, he took a deep breath again, grabbed the cracks in the stone with trembling fingers, and climbed up with all his might...

A heat wave hit, his hands rested on the top of the cliff, and he rolled up with great effort, his whole body was weak in sweat.

Han Lang lay on the hot rock for less than two seconds, then sat up suddenly.

He could smell gunpowder smoke, but there was no sound around him.

The moment he came up, he couldn't see a living person, and there was no one here.

The moment he sat up, he held the little snake in his mouth, but his eyes widened instantly.

In sight, corpses were scattered around the bomb crater.

Han Lang struggled to stand up, the cloth strips all over his body shaking, one step after another, his steps were heavy, but he didn't stop.

As he approached, Han Lang's breathing gradually became heavy, his nose constantly expanded, and he exhaled a stream of scorching heat, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his facial muscles trembled.

Boom!

The body of the snake in its mouth was bitten off, and its head and body fell silently, falling into the dust.

This is a saber...

Han Lang looked at the figure in front of him with his coat and trousers gone, and felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

Saber was the vice-captain, and he was his partner before being demobilized. But this time, he was shot in multiple places in the head and torso.

His gaze stayed on the recognizable face for a moment, then moved away.

This is the thin monkey with a strong physique who looks simple and honest, but actually has the most ghost ideas in the team...

This is the fastest swimmer in the team, the crab that looks like a loach in the water...

Near the crater made by the two mortar shells, he saw all nine team members. It was obvious that the enemy gathered them here.

None of them...

Han Lang looked over one by one, his body trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm down and avoid getting dizzy.

But he was breathing hard, but he still couldn't suppress his anger.

"what……"

Han Lang raised his head to the sky and roared, but there was only a little bit of air from his open mouth, like metal friction.

After half a sound, he roared weakly, Han Lang, who was extremely hypoxic, opened his bloodshot eyes, swayed his body and slowly retracted his gaze, took a few deep breaths, endured the stabbing pain in his heart, and bursts of dizziness In the middle, he bent down and picked up the upper body of the saber, staggered, and dragged him into the deep hole left by the shell.

There was no weapon around, not even one that was blown up; the combat uniforms of the sacrificed team members were gone, even their shoes were taken off, and the ground was clean with only the shell casings left.

"Huh...huh..."

Panting violently, Han Lang staggered and dragged his comrades into two connected craters, and found all the fragments of limbs that could be seen around, helping his comrades to piece together as much as possible; Beside him, stood there, tried to stand upright, and deeply imprinted the appearance of his comrades in arms.

Just as he was picking up the stone to bury it, a light in the clenched fist of the thin monkey caught his attention.

He put down the stone and carefully and laboriously opened his clenched fist, a silver ring came into view.

It's not skinny monkey's!

Han Lang shrank his pupils, slowly picked up the ring with two coiled snakes biting a ball, wiped it, and put it in his trouser pocket calmly...

While burying his comrades-in-arms, he didn't murmur to himself, didn't cry heart-piercingly, and during the whole process, except for the rustling and wheezing sounds made by his feet moving on the gravel, there was no quiet movement.

It takes courage to live, to endure the pain of losing a comrade-in-arms, and to bear the obsession of revenge, which requires greater courage.

Han Lang did not lack courage.

This time, he was calm and terrifying, but the anger in his chest was like magma rolling, looking for a vent, even if there was a crack, there would be a complete eruption, but he couldn't break through the line of defense, it just rolled in his chest, burning his wounded body.

It took him less than half an hour from burial to finish.

This consumed almost all of his physical strength, causing his eyes to turn black.

But he knew very well that the scavenger here should not be far away, perhaps, just down the mountain.

Hyena, don't say he doesn't have a gun right now, even if he has a gun, he won't provoke him.

Not to mention the unpalatable meat, it is also extremely difficult to deal with, so far he can't handle any of them.

Looking at the pile of stones for the last time, he slowly picked up the hot little snake, cut open the abdomen with a piece of shrapnel he picked up, and threw away the internal organs that had started to smell a bit, while chewing and swallowing the bloody meat , while staggering towards the end of the ridge.

He can't go back the same way, there will be many hyenas down here, and he doesn't want to be the food of hyenas.

All comrades are there, but none of them is pulled, which shows that betrayal does not exist.

But the only surviving target they protected, Professor Liang, was not among the corpses.

At this moment, his head was dizzy and he was staggering, unable to concentrate on thinking.

One thing he knew very well, that was to leave here as soon as possible.

He knew that as long as he was seen by hyenas or wild dogs, his staggering state would become the target of attack, and in a short time, he would become food for these animals.

Even though the blood on his body had dried, the wounded state still attracted those four-legged predators.

He was right, there were more than a dozen hyenas gathered at the foot of the mountain.

They swallowed the shattered, unburned food, and looked up at the vultures in the sky from time to time. Although they knew that there was food on the mountain ridge, they did not divide their troops to go.

The vultures don't fall, they know that there is still danger in the smell they are afraid of.

(End of this chapter)