The alien mask cast in gold has been worn for thousands of years and is still bright and bright. It is basically the same as the mask we found in the jade coffin of the High Priest of the King of Xian, except for the eye frame part, all of which are dragon horns, beast mouths, and fish tail-shaped ear clasps. However, the latter is carried by humans. Now it suddenly appears on our side and sprays out bright red poisonous mist, but it is much larger, which is almost the same as a big pot that used to cook a big pot in the cafeteria.

With just this encounter, before I could see clearly what it was, my heart suddenly jumped. My intuition told me that it was not a zombie, but behind the mask was a creature full of resentment. The heavy breathing it emitted, a red mist emerged every time it exhaled, which had long covered its body and could not see the whole picture.

At this time, it was urgent. The instinctive reaction of the body replaced the thinking in my mind. I shrank back and retreated quickly, jumping behind the rock beside me to maintain a safe distance from my opponent. The "Chicago Typewriter" in my hand also turned the gun at the same time and shot at the things in the red mist. The American M1A1 submachine gun kept popping out of the shell, making a howling whistling that represents death.

The fired bullets were distributed in a wavy fan surface, and they were all nailed into the thick red poisonous fog. The sound of metal being bounced into pieces, as if the whole body of the thing in the red fog was covered with iron armor. I wonder if our strafing shots caused damage to it. The moment my body turned over the rock and landed on the ground, the magazine of M1A1 was empty.

The fat man and Shirley Yang on the other side also scattered and retreated at the same time. He said it quickly. At that time, the solidified red mist suddenly dispersed, and the golden mask flashed out. This time, I saw clearly with the cold green light emitted by the female corpses in the water. The huge golden mask had only one eye in the middle, and there was something like an eyeball turning around. The mouth of the mask was a tiger's mouth. At this time, it looked very bloody.

The mouth looks like a gate to hell, with pink flesh membranes exposed inside. The flesh membranes seem to be the mouth of some kind of insect. The mouth of a large mouth is not like a palatal bone animal, which is opened up and down, but is spread around and turned into a square shape. There is also a small mouth inside, which is said to be a small mouth. It is not a problem to swallow two or three living people at the same time. There are no shaped teeth in the mouth, but at the four corners, each with a hard "meat" tooth.

These characteristics fully demonstrate that this behemoth is a bug. On the body behind it is a layer of extremely thick carapace, and under it there are countless palate feet that keep moving, all of which are as thick as someone's legs."

What is this? A bug? Or an animal? Tianlong (alia. Centipede)? None of them are like this. "Tianlong" should be flat. Its body is round and bulging, and it only has one eye, the golden mask on its head and the bronze shell of the dragon-shaped scale. Who installed it? Damn, why are the things you encountered in Yunnan this time so big?

In the moment of lightning, how could I think too much? No matter what it is, I will cook first. I saw the monster that broke through the fog and pounced at me with a big mouth behind the golden mask. The submachine gun in my hand had exhausted its ammunition and did not dare to fight hard. Moreover, there was groundwater behind, and there was countless floating corpses in the water, and there was no way to retreat. I had to lie down and roll to avoid the edge of the sharpness. I saw a golden light passing by the cold green light in the cave, hitting the translucent rock in the wolf-tooth beside me, making a deafening sound. I took a breath of air conditioning, kicked the rock with both feet, and slid my body backwards with this kick.

Unexpectedly, there were rocks on the top of my head. The helmet hit the rocks and did not slide too far. The monster worm covered by the giant golden mask fell into nothing and launched a second wave of attacks without stopping. I secretly complained in my heart. The drums and magazines of M1A1 were all in the backpack on the fat man's back. I only had an empty gun in my hand, so I had to pull out the pickaxe to resist.

Shirley Yang and the fat man nearby saw that I was in a tight position. One used a "Chicago typewriter" and the other used a "Sword Wei" and a pistol. At the same time, they shot and shot, and they pointed at the head of the big bug and slashed it.

The huge insect with a golden mask on his head and a dragon scale bronze armor was suppressed by a violent rain of bullets. He shrank his head and continuously spit out red poisonous mist from the gaps in the bronze shell and from his mouth, and suddenly disappeared into the red mist, making it difficult to catch the target's shooting.

The cave was filled with red fog, and the visibility decreased a lot. I took this opportunity and shouted to the fat man: "Little fat, bullet."

The fat man immediately took a bullet-filled drum from his portable bag and threw it at me. I just reached out to catch it, but before I could replace the drum with the submachine gun, the red mist suddenly drifted away, and the monster insect rushed out like a fire dragon coming out of it, and rushed towards me quickly. I was extremely angry. This guy competed with me, why did he always come to me? But my heart was bright. At this time, no matter how angry he was, he must not be anxious or nervous. Life and death were often only in the blink of an eye.

I immediately did not dodge, and did not dodge. I used myself to put the speed of the submachine gun on the speed of the golden mask to rush over, and made a big bet with life and death. Fatty and Shirley Yang had a rapid shooting just now, and they also exhausted their ammunition and were reloading their weapons again. At this time, when I saw my desperate behavior, I was shocked. I forgot where I was and stood on the spot in a daze.

The experience of dying on the front line for a hundred lives finally made me seize the opportunity, only a few minutes faster than the opponent's speed. When I raised the muzzle, the big mouth of the monster had reached in front of me. I had no time to care about who was faster than who was faster. I just pulled the trigger based on my feelings. The "Chicago Typewriter" was almost hit by the huge golden mouth, and the sound of the signature old typewriter sounded quickly...

I heard a dull howl in my ears. My body seemed to be hit by a huge iron plate. I was pushed back twice by the golden mask, and kept regressing, and hitting the mountain wall before I could stop. Every bone in my body hurt. If I hadn't worn elbows and knee pads, my joints would have been broken. I felt that the five internal organs and six abdomen in my chest had been turned twice, so I could not breathe.

My gamble seemed to have been successful. A long string of bullets, at least ten, seemed to be hitting the mouth of the huge monster insect. The red poisonous fog shrank into the corner of the gourd hole and became thicker and thicker, and there was no movement again.

The fat man was overjoyed and shouted to me: "Good Lao Hu, you are so brave. On behalf of *******, my army will award you the honorable title of a special combat hero after comrades Huang Jiguang and Yang Gensi. You will be the third legendary figure in history to receive this honor, and may also be a legend."

Shirley Yang shouted to me on the other side: "What a brave man, you're desperate? It's so crazy."

I heard the fat man talking nonsense and was very angry, thinking who the hell is this? No special combat hero has ever sacrificed gloriously. I also thought I didn't die fast enough and wanted to talk back, but my whole body was so painful that I couldn't speak. I stretched my arms and legs, but fortunately I didn't suffer any serious injuries, so I couldn't take care of internal injuries.

I suddenly felt a little twisted. It seemed that something was missing on my body. I hurriedly touched it with my hands. When I touched my face, my heart was cold. Oops. In this battle between life and death, my gas mask was knocked off. My cold sweat suddenly appeared. When I was fighting for life just now, although life and death were just between breathing, it was in my own hands and the initiative was in my own hands, so I didn't feel too scared. But without the gas mask, I'm afraid it's over, even if I get it back immediately, I'm afraid. Although we

I brought some antidote drugs, but they were all those that relieve ordinary snake venom. Even if the doctor Saint Huatuo was resurrected, it would be difficult to rejuvenate. How much poisonous gas has I inhaled now? Eighty-mostly, I feel like a mess when thinking about life and death. I just want to think about what the symptoms of poisoning are and where to feel uncomfortable. When I think about it, I feel uncomfortable all over my body. It's over, it's over. This time, Master Hu, I'm really going to return to my position. It's all the fat guy who fucks his grandma, and I'm just cursing me with "special combat hero".

Shirley Yang also found that my gas mask was lost, so he hurriedly ran to the front and asked anxiously: "Why did the gas mask fall off? What's wrong with you...?"

I heard Shirley Yang so anxious that even his voice changed. I suddenly felt very moved in my heart. When I thought that I was about to sacrifice my heroic death and was about to leave her forever, my hands and feet were cold and depressed, and said to her: "I really can't do it this time, and I can't say that I feel uncomfortable. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable all over my body now. It seems that the infection of the poisonous gas has expanded, probably has penetrated into my bone marrow, and I have traveled all over the nine orifices. In less than a moment, I may have to... I have a few words to say in the end..."

The fat man also snatched over, held my hand tightly with one hand, pressed my mouth with the other, and choked and said, "Commander Hu, you must not say the last words. You didn't watch the revolutionaries in the movie, those who were injured and not dead were speechless. Anyone with too many lines at the end, after explaining big and small matters and the party dues for that month, they would just be fucked."
Chapter completed!