A small half of the barrel stuck out, and it could be seen that it was an enhanced and improved version of an old-fashioned rifle, and had undergone some manual modifications. The gun body had undergone a simple solidification modification, which could fire more powerful cartridges, and a steel pipe was added to the barrel to make the shooting range longer.
However, the rifle did not have any advanced scopes of the new era, not even the old-fashioned optical sights, only the most primitive non-optical front sight. From the muzzle of the gun to the alfa wolf, the straight-line distance exceeded fifteen hundred meters. Even if this old-fashioned rifle had enough range, whether it could hit it could only depend on luck.
A stroke of extraordinary good luck.
"It depends on luck again." The muzzle of the rifle swayed slightly with the movement of the alpha wolf's head, and this movement was almost accurate to the micron.
Boom!
The huge and brutal gunshot resounded throughout the valley!
The alpha wolf's thick chest almost exploded. It lowered its head and fell to the ground as soon as it saw its terrifying wound.
The alpha wolf fell, and the carrion wolves fell into chaos.
Most of the carrion wolves were enraged and ran back and forth across the valley, looking for the murderer who dared to provoke the entire wolf pack.
However, in the wind reverberating in the valley, except for the smell of gunpowder drifting from nowhere, there was no abnormal smell at all.
A few carrion wolves with the keenest sense of smell had rushed to the hillside, but the place was already empty.
Dozens of furious carrion wolves rushed towards the already existing target - the cave where Turner and others were hiding.
Such a charge would be tantamount to suicide.
The furthest of more than forty strong carrion wolves only approached ten meters away from the entrance of the cave, before being shot down by the dense rain of bullets.
The only effect was that they successfully consumed one-third of the ammunition of the entire team.
After another half an hour, the pack of carrion wolves began to fall into greater restlessness and anxiety. A strong male wolf started to growl and howl frequently, trying to take over the position of the alpha wolf.
Seeing this scene, the fighters of Turner's team became nervous again.
Although this wolf was much stronger than ordinary carrion wolves, it didn't have the wisdom of the original wolf. But after the wolf pack regenerated an alpha wolf, who knew what would happen?
Boom!
Another shocking gunshot rang out, and the new alpha wolf fell down in response.
This time Greg finally saw a wisp of blue smoke rising from the back of the opposite mountain. He immediately took out his binoculars and looked towards the opposite side.
In the lens, he saw only some rocks, and there was no one at all.
"What's the shooting distance?" Turner asked when he lay beside Greg at some point.
Greg estimated the distance and said in a low voice, "1400 meters."
His voice was both jealous and envious.
Being able to hit accurately at this distance, and with two shots, meant that that guy was a sniper who was at least two levels higher than him, which told that the other party had undergone at least three genetic evolutions.
The sound of the gun was rough and thick, with the unique taste of metallic gunpowder that was unique to old-fashioned firearms. Regardless of whether they were newcomers or veterans, Turner's team were almost all experts in the field of firearms. The sound of gunfire heard in their ears really had a special charm. The old-fashioned gun that could hit the target at 1,500 meters obviously sacrificed others for the range.
However, this high-ranking sniper hiding in the dark was obviously proficient in movement and concealment simultaneously. Even carrion wolves couldn't find his whereabouts. Due to his super long sniper distance and terrifying hit rate, even if his whereabouts were exposed, It didn't really matter.
It really needed luck to survive under this man's sniper rifle.
Tranquility returned to the valley, and the afternoon sun became even more scorching, making the carrion wolves restless.
Although they had evolved stronger and more cunning at a terrifying speed, their aversion to sunlight and their endurance had not improved much.
Without the restraint and leadership of the alpha wolf, the pack of carrion wolves had changed from a disciplined army to a beast that only relied on instinct. Just an hour before dusk, they lost their last patience and started to leave the valley in twos and threes.
All the warriors in the cave heaved a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his tense nerves relax.
For the past three days, all the soldiers in the team were suffering under the shadow of death. Although they were relaxed physically, they were extremely tense mentally. If there was a ranking for the worst way of death, then being eaten by carrion wolves was probably second to being eaten by living corpses.
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As dusk approached, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside.
The tawny hooded cloak made him almost blend with the surrounding environment. And the rifle behind him, which was almost as long as his height, seemed to be the murder weapon for killing two wolves in a row. The few carrion wolves that were still patrolling in the valley immediately rushed up with roars, and with a few loud gunshots, the few carrion wolves fell to the ground without any suspense, whining and twitching unceasingly, and no longer had the ability to get up.
He didn't use the rifle on his back, but an extraordinarily powerful revolver in his left hand, which was obviously modified. While the automatic rifle needed two bursts to knock down one carrion wolf, it only needed one shot.
This was no longer explained by the power of the firearm itself.
Only when several consecutive shots hit the vital parts of the carrion wolves would such a result occur.
The sound of this revolver was as shocking as its power, almost not much smaller than the sniper rifle behind it, rough, thick, simple, and direct, like a strong man with stubble on his face.
After killing six carrion wolves one after another, with a flick of the man's fingers, the cylinder of the revolver opened, six red-hot shell cases fell, and another six rounds were filled into the cylinder through his dexterous fingers. And then there was a click, and the cylinder returned to its position, almost without aiming, the muzzle of the gun was raised slightly, and a long tongue of flame was sprayed out again.
In the sound of gunfire resounding through the valley, the seventh and the last carrion wolf that jumped at the man was shaken, turned somersault in the air, flew over the man's head, and fell heavily to the ground.
It couldn't stop whimpering, with blood pouring out endlessly.
It's hard to tell where the wound was, so people couldn't understand how this shot could bring down the fierce and tenacious carrion wolf.
There were still more than a dozen carrion wolves wandering in the valley, but as the precise and intensive gunfire of automatic rifles rang out, all the remaining carrion wolves failed to escape from the rain of hot metal bullets.
Turner's M16 let out a brisk roar, and shot the last carrion wolf trying to escape halfway up the mountainside.
Only then did he point the muzzle of the gun obliquely at the ground, cross the valley, and walk towards the mysterious man standing on the opposite hillside.
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