The long river of time seems to freeze in winter, and Liszt temporarily escapes from the flow of time with the help of the ice cube.
He could clearly tell that time around him had slowed down, and one second seemed to drag into ten seconds.
But his body was still in the long river of time.
Although he struggled to leave, he was only a little faster in the end, barely allowing his body to escape the control of time for a very short time.
Then he fell heavily into the rest area, knocking down the coffee machine, tables and chairs that were spattered with blood and internal organs fragments, but Liszt didn't fall badly because it was in the corner of the wall.
The stumps of a few human bodies were still scattered on the ground, fully functioning as a buffer.
And he also adjusted his body posture at that moment, and then immediately curled up, waiting for the next violent storm.
Pieces of cement fragments followed closely, like a hammer being swung by someone, and they hit Liszt's curled up back hard, making a clanking sound, but because of his posture, And blocked most of them.
The backpack was still carried on his back, and the various items inside had blocked most of the splashing cement fragments, giving his back a good cushion.
Even the back of his head has been carefully curled forward and protected by his hands, and there are no cement fragments to hit him hard.
But he didn't get up immediately, just like the stumps and dead bodies around him, he was mixed in the rest area.
His body was already covered with blood that was gradually becoming viscous, as well as fragments of stumps and internal organs.
The smell of blood and fishy smell had penetrated his clothes, and he slowly wiped his face with his hands.
A sticky, moist liquid immediately appeared on his face, and at the same time, his mouth and nose were filled with A stronger smell of blood also appeared.
"Cough, cough, cough," Liszt coughed slowly and dryly, feeling so weak that he couldn't even hold himself up.
This is the sequelae of excessive secretion of adrenaline, but Liszt is not worried, because he only needs to wait quietly for a moment, and then the strength will return to his body.
But the noisy sound in his ears made him couldn't help but open his eyes, and at some point, the emergency lights in the corridor turned on, bringing dim but at least enough light to see things.
After waiting quietly for more than a minute, this excellent body that had been trained on the Mexican battlefield had recovered its strength at an extremely fast speed.
Liszt slowly got up.
The fierce gunfire in the corridor had gradually become sparse, and the crisp gunfire of the 4a1 assault rifle had become silent amidst the roar and heavy impact.
Only one or two desperate shouts appeared occasionally, followed by several furious muffled thunders that immediately swept through the entire corridor.
"Has the worst method been used?"
Gently propping himself up with his hands, Lister stood up quietly.
The Winchester 1887 shotgun was pressed against his shoulder, but his body was bent and his back was bent, and he leaned carefully At the corner of this semicircular rest area.
He held his breath and listened.
The heavy breathing sounded like a bellows more than ten meters away from him, and Liszt's heart was already tense, because right at his feet, half of the urban camouflage body armor was The body was lying there.
The sound of the explosion has gradually dissipated, and the entire corridor is not only filled with the strong smell of blood and viscera, but also a strong smell of burning gunpowder.
According to Lister's calculations, at least six grenades were detonated just now.
He had no idea whether they were forced or active.
The at least conclusion that can be drawn now seems to be that the huge death claw not far away is using its claws to pick up the body of a soldier, and is tearing and biting it with its big mouth full of sharp teeth.
It seems to be eating.
He poked half of his head out to look at everything in the corridor.
The thick blood and broken limbs and internal organs had already splashed on the surrounding walls due to the violent stepping.
The corpses of two original E Company soldiers were lying not far away, but even the corpses were incomplete and had been miserably divided into several parts.
Looking at the smooth cut surface, you can tell that the chest, abdomen, and legs were instantly cut off and thrown aside at the same time.
There is no doubt that this is the work of the eating deathclaw.
And Liszt slowly relaxed his breathing.
At this time, he did not feel sad due to the death of his comrades.
The 1887 shotgun was placed on his chest, and his hand covered with sticky blood gently took out half a box of arrow-shaped shotguns from his trouser pocket and clamped it between his fingers.
If he could, he could use the principle of a lever-action shotgun to blast out all ten shotgun shells in just three seconds.
This is a trick that only senior members of the hunting association know, and Lister is the best among them.
This is why he likes Winchester shotguns.
He once used this trick to win the championship of this small town's beer festival, and it was with this Winchester 1887 shotgun that he shattered ten empty beer bottles in three seconds, defeating four and won the championship.
Only a barrel of Hessian fresh beer flown from Germany.
"However, it seems that today, the explanation may be here."
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Breathing slowly, Liszt hid behind the corner of the rest area.
In his ears, he could hear the cracking and rubbing sounds of bones in the big mouth full of sharp teeth as he chewed.
The long and short bursts of the 249 light machine gun, or the roar of the originally elite group of young men when facing a powerful enemy.
He understood his current situation very well.
If he was lucky, he might be hidden in the corridor full of blood and mutilated limbs, and the death claw would not be able to find him.
But Liszt also understood that this was more of a luxury wish.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to pray that the death claw would be willing to let him live after it was full. 1887 Shotgun, his face was extremely calm, and he slowly closed his eyes.
He had the ability before and now he has to rediscover that feeling, and this is his only way to survive now.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" But a series of fierce firing instantly interrupted his contemplation, and a burst of intensive gunfire reoccupied the mainstream of this corridor. 249 light machine guns, the rhythm intertwined together.
At the same time, a dull gunshot like a sledgehammer had also begun to fire short and long shots, and this dull gunshot happened to be only the 2HB Browning heavy machine gun, with its 12.
The muffled sound that only occurs when shooting with a caliber of Old Bunar's reinforcements had also appeared at the end of the corridor, but the thick blood and smelly internal organs all over the floor brought suppressed gloom and panic to the faces of the remaining forty or so people.
But when they faced the corpse of a poor soldier who was blocked in the corridor and biting away, the courage brought by the strength of the crowd and the sorrow brought by the death of friendly troops made them open fire without waiting for Bunar's order.
After receiving the order, they all raised their weapons and frantically pulled the trigger towards the huge death claw.
"Wait a minute, that Deathclaw doesn't care about small-caliber rifle attacks."
Liszt poked his head out of the rest area at the back.
The dim emergency lights were enough to illuminate the corridor, and when he looked at the huge death claw, he roared without fear and dropped the half-eaten one.
The corpse still looked like it was charging towards Bunar and the others, but it couldn't help but grit its teeth. 249 light machine gun's small-caliber firearm shooting is simply indifferent.
The heavy body still hit the front on both sides, and the running speed seemed to shake the earth, making everyone's feet begin to tremble slightly.
But the speed of that huge death claw was as fast as lightning.
It could reach a speed of hundreds of meters and rushed out in less than three to five meters.
And looking at the crazy appearance and the rapid burst of speed, even without sharp claws and teeth, I am afraid that Bunar and the others, who are more than fifty meters away, can be smashed into meat.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" More than thirty 4a1 assault rifles have started firing wildly, and the 30-round standard magazine has been consumed in almost three to five seconds.
However, the soldiers did not appear to be stingy with the ammunition.
They pulled off the magazine and it was still on the ground.
He immediately replaced it with a brand new magazine and continued shooting, not caring whether the barrel could withstand the heat.
Because the deterrence brought by that death claw is too great.
The 249 light machine gun has also started to fire wildly.
It also doesn't care about the more accurate long and short bursts.
The 200-round standard bullet chain quickly spits out a fatal stream of bullets as the bolt is swallowed up.
At this time, the light machine gun's fire is even more important.
It was spectacular, but the effect of this small-caliber light machine gun was no different from that of an assault rifle.
It scattered blood and flesh on the Death Claw's predecessor, but it did not have much effective effect.
It was as if it only caused flesh wounds, which made people feel powerless.
What can really cause fatal injuries may be the three 2HB Browning 12s that have been stretched out and placed at the front.
Large-caliber heavy machine gun fire.
The yellow-orange hard-core armor-piercing bullets were already swaying rapidly with the unmoving trigger, and the deadly large-caliber warhead penetrated the skin of the Death Claw equally easily, drilling into its entire body.
He went in, and at the same time he drilled out from behind and hit the walls on both sides, the ground and the ceiling, forming a series of irregular but equally deadly ricochet: