Chapter 258 Assassination of the Leader

The number of people in Revo's team is three times that of the Salvation Army. If they can muster up the courage, they can rush up and pin down all the enemies even without firing a shot, but they retreated. Now the few shots of the Salvation Army directly suppressed the originally high morale of these locals.

These locals mistakenly thought that the Salvation Army was doomed to die, so in order to save their own lives and the lives of their relatives and friends, they slowed down the offensive as much as possible, trying to use the previous delaying strategy to hook the Salvation Army and let the climate serve as their reinforcements.

But the longer they hesitated, the more prepared the Salvation Army was.

Before, one of them was in the town and the other was outside the town. The Salvation Army could only walk in the cold wind for half an hour to attack, and the battle site was also chosen by the Revo people, so they had a complete advantage. But now they are fighting at close range, with no buffer zone at all. These rebels are well-trained fighters and have no idea of ​​peace talks. If it drags on for too long, these Salvation Army may have to gather together and fight to the death, and more people will die at that time.

This can't go on any longer. He has to do it himself.

Another whistle sounded. After waiting for two seconds, a Savior who had requested to evacuate suddenly received an order to move forward.

This was not what he wanted, but the soldiers' training made them instinctively unable to disobey orders. He got up and walked forward habitually. As soon as he left the shelter, several crossbow arrows flew straight at him. Although most of them missed, one of them hit his vitals.

This crossbow arrow was nailed in his right eye socket. Before he fell, the reflection of his other eye reflected the Gevo hunter holding a crossbow not far in front of him.

Finally, a Savior died.

The morale of the hunters' team was raised, and cheers rang out next to the corpse.

Although the manpower was scattered, the Saviors could still judge from the cheers of the Gevo people that someone on their side had died, and they became more solemn and cautious.

The whistle just now was not made by him. Francis stared at the iron whistle in his hand for a moment, and then suspected that others had remembered the signal of the military whistle wrongly. However, seeing that the Gevo people were still moving, he quickly abandoned his hesitation and put the whistle to his lips again, ready to order the people on the west to cover the transfer of the east wing.

"Toot--" [Everyone move to the right]

Francis, lying in the snow, put down the whistle in astonishment. The war chess in his mind was still moving regularly, but this time it was beyond his control.

He hasn't blown the whistle yet!

Who is blowing it randomly? !

He wanted to distinguish the location of the whistle, but the problem he encountered was the same as that of the Gevo people. The Saviors here were too scattered, and the echoes interfered with his hearing, so he couldn't tell where the whistle was.

Just as he was thinking, the strange whistle sent two wrong signals again.

Because the two Saviors accepted this order, they moved to a new position that was out of touch with the others and were surrounded by Gevo hunters. They were about to encounter an accident.

Francis tried to join the whistle system to adjust the order, but in order to avoid the problem of position disorder, they had agreed on the order of whistles issued by different people. The order of "speaking" for each person was fixed, and the strange whistle squeezed Francis' position.

He was squeezed out.

The news from the observer was still correct as always-the Gevo people were gradually approaching, and the pressure from both sides forced Francis's brain blood vessels to almost burst. He stood up suddenly and threw the whistle:

"Which idiot is still making trouble at this time? Do you want to drag others to death?!"

Hearing the angry voice of the chief officer, the observer looked back and heard another whistle from nowhere, leading another Savior Army to leave the formation. Now he also understood the situation, threw away the whistle and shouted with Francis.

"Don't blow it, someone is blowing it!"

Clayton, who was sitting under a big tree, silently put down the whistle borrowed from the hunter, stood up and patted the dirt.

He finally found Francis's position.

Once the sentry system had problems, Francis immediately abandoned it.

He stood up in the snow and shouted orders, so that the information could not be used by the person who knew the sentry, but this approach would also expose their position, otherwise they would have done it from the beginning.

The Salvation Army began to regroup, but the price was that Francis' voice gradually became hoarse. In order to ensure the safety of himself as a commander, he was in a backward position and could not see the situation in front. He needed an observer to report the situation in front before making a decision.

This would of course delay the transmission of information, but it also avoided the danger of the team collapsing immediately because the commander was captured.

Although the most efficient sentry system failed, Francis still had hope for victory.

They only had eight people left, one-third of the opponent's available manpower, but these untrained Gevo people were easily hit. If they could continue to knock down the opponent's people without losing their own people, then the team of hunters and civilians might collapse.

As long as the person who blew the whistle just now did not come to disturb

Before he finished thinking, his body, which had been eroded by the cold, suddenly felt a colder breath.

It was like someone stepped over his future tombstone.

Peng!

The snow behind him suddenly exploded, and a tall man with only a white shirt on his upper body, wrapped in snow and mist, leaped into the air and pounced on him like a beast. The yellow eye mask almost covered all the whites of his eyes, and the black pupils shrank into a point, giving people a terrifying feeling of an inhuman being disguised as a human.

Francis rolled over with his rifle without hesitation and dodged the pounce.

He recognized Clayton Bello, but he couldn't figure out why the other party was on the side of the Gevo people.

Clayton held a dagger in his right hand and his left hand was empty, but Francis instinctively felt that the other party's left hand was as dangerous as the dagger.

After standing firm, he immediately raised his gun and aimed at the other party, shouting loudly: "You don't know yet, the sheriff has been disbanded, you don't have to fight to the death here."

He tried to tell the other party the latest news he learned when he left the city to reduce the other party's desire to fight. Although he had pointed his gun at the other party, he still felt that the danger was not over, and the man seemed to have enough power to threaten him.

Instinct made Francis want to shoot directly.

Clayton did not respond to his question, but just looked at him coldly.

The antique dealer was also surprised by this situation. According to his plan, Francis should have died silently at this moment, and the rest of the Salvation Army lost their command and were captured one by one by him and the hunters of Gevo, but an accident happened when he just touched over.

There was a dead root of a bent tree on the ground. When it was covered with heavy snow, a hollow was formed under the dead root. When he walked by, he stepped on the snow, which made Francis alert.

He was very careful, but the shaping of nature is unreasonable.

"Very quickly." Clayton said.

Although he didn't have time to think about the meaning of this sentence, Francis could understand the other party's attitude, so he shot directly.

The bullet came out from the large smoke, and the speed was much faster than Clayton, but the speed of aiming the musket could exceed it.

Clayton made a sideways gesture in advance, and the bullet grazed his chest.

He was unharmed, but the gunshot was a bad sign—other Saviors should have noticed something strange here and gathered around.

He suddenly reached out to grab Francis, who subconsciously took a step back.

Clayton's hand was definitely faster than the Savior's retreat, but he just couldn't touch him.

When his blackened nails were about to touch Francis' chest, his foot suddenly sank downwards, obviously stepping into another pit, which made his body lean back suddenly, just avoiding Clayton's palm.

Then he lay on the ground and rolled down the slope, leaving a trail.

Clayton pressed his palms on the ground and tried to chase him again with the wolf's posture, but he felt a pain in his waist, and then the gunshot rang in his ears.

Bang!

He was shot.

The lieutenant's face began to heat up, and madness gradually broke out in his body.

Clayton did not look at Francis again, nor did he look at the wound. Instead, he turned his head to look in the direction where the bullet came from. In the dim light, a Savior was standing by the tree with a rifle. Seeing blood oozing out of Clayton's waist, he looked relaxed.

Being shot in the waist will make you lose your combat ability - usually.

But he usually does not encounter werewolves.

Clayton's upper body swelled rapidly, black hair poured out from the gap, and the next moment, the white shirt was torn to pieces. The black beast arm, almost as long as an adult, swept across and folded the body of the Savior on the tree, making a terrible cracking sound, and the snow on the branches and treetops also fell down.

After getting rid of this enemy, the werewolf restored his body to the appearance of a normal person. He cut the neck of the prey under the tree with a knife, drank some blood to heal the wound caused by the dead, and then turned around to continue tracing Francis's trail.

Of course, he came here to help, but he thought he had done enough for Gervo, and now it was time to find Francis to ask about the relationship between the Doomsday Seekers and the Saviors.

The remaining mess will be cleaned up by the hunters of Gevo - as long as they are not really useless, there is nothing to worry about.

"Remember, you just need to stand outside with Pero. This position is good, but it is better to step back a little, so that they will not see you when they open the door. If things go well, you don't have to do anything. If we fail. I don't think we will fail, but let's make a backup plan. If you see someone other than us coming out first, knock him down immediately."

"What do you mean by us? Of course it's me and Barbara. If it's Ian who comes out first, old man, you shoot him."

"Cretichia, what's your problem? Oh, try to keep them alive. We need to ask for some information. We can't let them die for the time being. But only one alive is enough."

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There are always many problems before taking action, especially for novices like Donna and Pero.

Although Julius and Barbara are not the best in the industry, they have taken action with Clayton several times and have sufficient experience.