"Damn rats!"
After realizing that he was alone, the remaining cultist still walking in the cold-weather clothing roared, and then a series of bullets roared in, making the ice sparkle in the firelight.
"Go, go, go! For the Emperor! For the Lizard Steak!!"
While roaring, Rozim rushed towards the guy who was charging towards him and knocked him down with one shot, leaving the two corpses lying on the ice twitching.
"Go quickly!"
Realizing that the explosion would soon attract other vehicles, the trio began racing through the strong wind.
Soon, they found the vehicle almost buried under the snow.
Hank Evans mistook it for a crashed aircraft at first glance.
It was about the size of a third of a truck, with scorch marks all over its body. Clear traces of rivets and welding could be seen on the outer shell. There were almost broken wings on both sides, and there were two black holes behind the butt.
Speaking of aircraft, it doesn't look like it can fly.
But in the next scene, Hank Evans almost stared out of his eyes.
That Karen directly knocked off the wing, then took out the four wheels from the opened chassis, and installed them on both sides of the car in a daze. Then he folded a red triangle from the wing tip and placed it on the front of the car.
"No...Boss, are you sure this thing can really be driven?"
Hank Evans pointed at this seemingly junk thing and didn't quite believe it could run.
"Trust Karen's skills."
Then when they were about to enter the cockpit, they discovered that the interior was still very spacious for a mortal, but the closed cabin was filled with the smell of sweat.
But then, Rozim discovered that there was a stranger sitting in the back seat of the car!
It was a former man who looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a thin build, wearing a black overalls - a relatively low-level kind on the deck, with sloppy black hair, and a black mask on his pale face. He was wearing sunglasses, with his arms folded across his chest, and a long object wrapped in cloth, like a sword or knife, was placed on the left side of his thigh.
"Who are you?"
Hearing the sound, the man seemed to wake up from his sleep. He turned his head, pulled off his glasses slightly and glanced at Rozim with an indifferent look, and then at Karen next to him.
"came back."
"Holy shit, what are you dragging?"
The other party's cold attitude made Rozim furious. There was no mortal in the war group who dared to talk to him like this.
Just when he was about to use his fist, Karen quickly stopped him.
"Boss, boss, don't get excited, my little brother is like this."
"Who is he?"
"He is a friend I met when we were cleaning toilets, but he took good care of me. He saved me several times when gangsters tried to beat me up. He was very powerful!"
Rozim sneered upon hearing this.
"Damn, it turned out to be a toilet sweeper. I thought he was a fucking Space Marine."
"Boss, I can't even get off without my little brother's help this time."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything to the people you believe."
After muttering, everyone got into the car.
Then the Karen tried the levers inside the car and found the pedals.
He tried to step on the pedal, and the engine suddenly screamed. Then he slammed on the brakes, slamming the yelling Hank Evans into the seat.
"Is this really a car!?"
Hank Evans stretched out his head to look at the driver's seat, only to find some unfamiliar words written on the simple instrument panel. He couldn't understand it, but he gradually mastered the rhythm of the pointer beating.
But he found that the man sitting next to him always maintained the same posture, as steady as a mountain!
Damn it!
"Hold on tight."
Karen warned, then stepped on the accelerator, sending the car speeding towards the far end of the valley.
For the next half hour, they were in a state of constant shaking, bumping, and bumping, and more than once the whole car spun because of Karen's failure to ensure that the drive wheels turned accurately.
Later, after a final spin, the rear end of the car hit a large ice patch and the engine refused to start.
There was a starter switch under the steering column, but it seemed ready to fall off at any moment, and Hank Evans despaired that he was sitting on a pile of mechanical junk.
"Boss, do me a favor and pull the one below."
Hearing Karen's words, Rozim looked down and found another activated lever to the left of the brake.
So he bent down with difficulty and stepped hard on the lever with his booted feet.
"Boss!! Something big happened!"
Rozim heard someone calling him, so he looked up and saw Hank Evans pointing behind him.
When he looked over, he saw through the dirty window several hundred meters away, three dark shadows flying towards each other in the billowing ice dust.
"Fuck! It's so fucking haunting!"
Rozim kicked the lever hard again.
Finally, there was a roar of resurrection from the engine, and Karen hurriedly stepped on the accelerator that was constantly resisting his own strength.
The car spun again, then rushed forward and began to drive on the vast ice field.
It was already bright at this time, and the strong sunlight shone on the ice. Even with goggles on, both humans felt like they were going blind for a moment.
There were white, scarlet, purple, and green spots everywhere, and the ice surface was fan-shaped and curled like foam.
This northern ice sheet is thousands of kilometers wide and stretches into the mountains.
"It's strange, why do these chaotic things arrange so many people in this ghost place of ice and snow?"
While Rozim was thinking, he felt the large car that could fall apart at any time bouncing up and down on the undulating ice field.
"I'm afraid the Black Legion has some plans here. The battle on the front line is raging. There is no reason for them to waste their precious troops here."
Suddenly, the man who had been silent in the back seat spoke.
Rozim glanced at the other person, then looked away.
"That makes sense. What's your name?"
"Zinlata."
"Are you really a toilet sweeper?"
"So be it."
As the two talked, the vehicle continued to fly, but every time it touched the ground again, the spinning wheels would smash into the ice. When the driving wheels kissed the ice again, it seemed that Karen could hardly control the direction.
Rozim also wanted to shoot at enemy vehicles in the distance from the car, but the too bumpy body caused him to be thrown on the greasy seat from time to time, while Hank Evans simply clung to the metal deck and lay prone.
However, he unexpectedly smelled the smell of oil.
Hank Evans felt bad. Regardless of the still bumpy car body, he hurriedly climbed to the back of the car. He saw a brown line along the ruts, so he turned around and shouted:
"The car is leaking oil! The fuel tank is broken!"
"I'm so fucking unlucky!"
Rozim cursed, now he understood what one of the gauges with a pointer that was rapidly falling meant.
The enemy's pursuers were closing in. Large-caliber artillery shells and other bullets exploded on the ice around them, sending up layers of ice mist.
Gunter suddenly felt that his ungloved hands were frozen to the steering wheel, and there were bursts of pain. He endured the severe pain, and tears froze on his goggles.
Two near-misses exploded on the left side of the car, spraying thick and boiling liquid directly into the sky from the explosion point.
"There's water down there."
After hearing Sinlata's words, Rozim realized that they were probably on top of an icy lake.
He immediately opened the car window, and the biting cold wind immediately rushed in, causing the glass to be covered with frost.
"Dynamite, Hank!"
"What?"
Rozim pointed to the ice on which the pursuers were treading.
"The ice here is as thin as a piece of paper!"
Hank Evans suddenly understood what the other party was thinking, but he realized how crazy this plan was, but seeing that the enemies were only more than a hundred meters away from them, he also felt this despair.
There were 12 stick grenades in his shoulder bag. He took out all of them and gave half of them to Rozim.
The fuse was lit, and then they threw the grenades as far and scattered as possible.
Soon, there were twelve huge explosions behind them. At the same time, the explosions also shattered the ice, and the air was filled with boiling foam and ice mist.
Rozim saw some cars flying up and falling completely under the ice when they landed.
Another vehicle was overturned by the explosion, and all the members inside were blown to pieces. The wreckage fell on a piece of disintegrated ice.
"Wuhu! It's great! Heretics, go eat shit! It's still frozen shit!"
After dealing with the pursuers, Hank Evans shouted happily and then closed the car window.
However, Rozim in front of him frowned, as if thinking about something.
About ten minutes later, when he saw the mountains in the distance, he suddenly said:
"Let's not climb the mountain first. I always feel that things are a bit weird. Maybe... there is a big opportunity waiting for us."
"Uh, boss, will this-"
"Boss, you have the final say."
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