sjar Chapter 246 Scarlet Memories
Chapter 246 Scarlet Memories
In the world of ice and snow, the biting cold wind is like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting every inch of space.
The vast expanse of white snow had long been dyed red by the blood, and was gradually covered by the newly fallen snowflakes, forming a mottled and strange scene.
"Hurry up! I'm talking to you!"
The exhaled white breath quickly dissipated in the cold air, revealing a row of jagged yellow teeth.
Hyperactivity
"Pfft~"
An old and frail body was shot and fell down, and the white snow looked like a can of red ink was splashed on it.
A group of controlled hostages moved in the cold wind, and the thin clothes on their bodies could not resist the biting cold at all.
The people escorting them were a group of bandits armed with guns.
He was wrapped in a thick and worn sheepskin coat and coarse cotton trousers.
The trouser legs were tucked into a pair of badly worn deerskin boots, and both of them held rifles in their hands.
The leading man had thick and messy eyebrows, like two sharp swords across his eyes.
There was a thin layer of snow on the brim of his hat, but it could not hide the pair of fierce and cunning eyes underneath.
"Wow, I can't walk anymore." A child's crying voice came out from the group of hostages. The father behind him was crying and placing his index finger in front of his frozen purple lips.
"dad……"
Kang -- Kang --
puff...
Unexpectedly, the next moment two bullets whizzed past and the child fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
"Gilya, Gilya! You, I will fight you--"
My father screamed in despair, and the next moment, two bullets pierced his waving right hand!
Bang - Bang -
There were only two sharp gunshots, and the man's palm was hit by a bullet. A stream of blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing a shocking crimson on the white snow!
The injured right hand trembled violently, and the fingers twisted convulsively, as if trying to grasp the fleeting strength and vitality.
The shattered flesh was turned inside out, revealing the white bones. The bloody wounds, broken meat and broken tendons were mixed together, presenting a horrifying mess.
Blood kept flowing, winding down his arm. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people's stomachs churn.
"Ahhhh-"
The man roared in pain, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield.
The expression on his face was distorted by extreme pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat mixed with blood rolled down.
"Russo, he's still useful."
The shooter then raised his pistol but was stopped by the disheveled man behind him.
"Yes."
"Go! Go! Hurry up!"
The man continued walking among the crowd, his lips trembling from the cold and turning purple, and he let out a faint cry, but it was quickly swallowed up by the whistling wind.
……
The screams of torture echoed in the empty snowfield, making people shudder.
"Do you still need me to teach you how to farm?"
"Didn't you eat——"
The two guards seemed to be competing to see who could be louder.
They brandished whips, and the splashing snow and blood cruelly fell on one body after another that was almost frozen.
The snow was soon trampled into a mess, and the footprints mixed with blood quickly darkened...
As a pair of crystal eyes opened, the whole world returned to the eyes of a knifeman holding an engineer shovel.
Two lines of tears could no longer be controlled and slid down, accompanied by a slight twitch on the face.
"I found you!"
bang bang bang bang...
"Uh-huh~"
"Eh~"
From upstairs came Baker's ferocious carnage fire.
This also made Russo speed up his pace.
The RPK16 in his hand is the last good gun in the Yawen Snow Mountain, and it contains 30 hard-earned BP bullets.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from upstairs, and the footsteps spiraled down the stairs, getting closer and closer.
At the corner under the stairs, a deformed "claw" covered with calluses and scars, like a beast, was firmly grasping a sharp serrated engineer shovel.
The high-frequency footsteps were getting closer and closer, gradually becoming in sync with Bob's heartbeat.
"Hahaha——" He swung the shovel at the right time, and two lines of crystal tears flowed out of his eyes.
"Huh?" Russo was startled by the sudden figure.
The moment Babu swung the shovel, Russo happened to turn his head.
Time seemed to slow down several times. The two looked at each other, and it was a glance that lasted for a thousand years!
The first time he saw Bob, Russo's eyes were filled with surprise and shock, followed by unprecedented fear.
欻——
Russo's body swayed to the side due to inertia, which caused Babu's first knife to only injure his right shoulder.
Just as Russo was about to raise his gun, Babu came up and blocked the slender barrel of the RPK16.
Babu swung the shovel and struck again.
欻——
The knife cut through Russo's chest armor, and blood splattered. The severe pain also made him loosen his hands, and the RPK16 fell to the ground.
"Ahhh-"
But Babu's revenge is not over yet.
He then pushed Russo violently into the corner of the stairwell.
Russo never expected that after he had finally escaped from Blue Bird's soldiers, he would be caught here again.
The scenes of himself insulting and beating them on a daily basis suddenly emerged in Bob's mind. Bob saw the same scene, but his perspective had changed to the one being bullied.
【"dad……"】
[“Gilia——”]
"Heh-"
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he delivered a fatal final horizontal strike.
欻——
The blow hit Russo's eyes right in the center, cutting his eyeball in half and leaving it covered in blood.
The latter let out a long, shrill howl, and the screen instantly turned red, then quickly dimmed.
Babu succeeded, and nearby Blue Bird soldiers arrived one after another.
The muzzles of their guns were slightly red and looked like they had just been in a firefight.
"Is that the black slave?" The Blue Bird soldiers recognized Babu and did not shoot.
"awesome."
After seeing the body of Chief Yawen on the ground, everyone gave a thumbs up to the brave Babu.
Baker quickly cleared out the remnants of Yawen in the main building, and the unrest in the camp was quickly quelled.
In the distance, soldiers sat back on sandbags, chatting and laughing.
At the stairs, Bob leaned sluggishly against the cold wall. He could hear the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.