"What the hell are you playing? Those who don't have weapons go back inside to prepare for evacuation. Remember to bring food and drinks and go to the authentic entrance to wait for news. Is it time to watch the fun now?"

Thinking of the current bad situation of burning eyebrows, Wu Han immediately couldn't laugh and scolded others at the top of his lungs. Such an excessive reaction was revealed, without asking, which was to suggest that he was not optimistic about his future. However, most of these women who lacked the sense of crisis did not realize how dangerous this big guy who kept smashing the wall was. When he heard Wu Han's scolding, many of them were stunned for the first time, and then they were a little dissatisfied. However, under Wu Han's burning gaze, the remaining few thorns were quickly suppressed by Zhou Chen.

After drinking a group of cumbersome people pulling their legs away, Wu Han squatted down again and repeatedly checked the guns in his hands. While checking the parts of the guns one by one, he was thinking about the countermeasures in his mind.

The little monsters I killed last time were tough fur that could withstand the shooting of guns. The fundamental reason why they died in the end was that their thin body could not withstand the impact of shotgun bombardment, resulting in relatively fragile organ damage. The big guy standing up front was as tall as a two-story building, which was probably stronger than the ten Northeast black bears combined. It must have a thick enough subcutaneous fat layer to buffer external attacks, and it is unlikely to replicate the last successful experience. The 7.62mm caliber rifle bullet is probably only painful for this guy, and even the injury is difficult, unless it can accurately hit the vital part.

When Wu Han thought of this, he subconsciously held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand tightly. This time he could only rely on it whether he was alive or alive.

Perhaps due to the consideration of multiple operations, after some clearance, the Taohuayuan Scenic Area obtained a license to operate a hunting project early and was allowed to order a batch of firearms. The No. 12 fifth-shot shotgun equipped by the security guards is a weapon with a deterrence significance of more than actual lethality and a truly sharp weapon, but it can be counted as the old Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in Wu Han's hands. The Type 56 semi-automatic has a brilliant history. It was once the main equipment of the Chinese infantry and has made outstanding military achievements. Although it has become a special weapon for militia after being replaced by Type 81, as a weapon born in the smoke of gunpowder at the end of World War II, the lethality of Type 56 for medium and long-range single targets is definitely more powerful than that of the seemingly powerful shotgun.

"Eyes...noses...mouth...ears."

After several deep breaths, Wu Han tried his best to adjust his body to the best state, and then gradually approached a corner less than 30 meters from the opening below the ice wall in a crouching posture.

Wu Han held a kneeling posture and picked up the semi-automatic rifle, his eyes moved back and forth with the pace of the raging giant beast opposite, but his fingers that were slightly sweating, never dared to touch the trigger easily. The lame hunter also knew a motto: The most dangerous beast in the world is the injured beast. This seemingly ordinary motto is the golden rule that countless senior hunters exchanged for blood and life, and it must not be violated. A person's life is only once, don't try to indulge in the taste of indulgence. Wu Han really dared not bet on his character with all his predecessors and sages to see who's more correct in his concept. If nothing unexpected happens, he will only have one shot, and the first shot is the last shot.

If the bullet hits the giant beast and fails to kill it. What will happen when this giant beast is so wounded that it is so tragic that normal people can think of it with their butts.

"Huh! There is no mistake in one chance."

As the slowing breathing rhythm, Wu Han's gaze focused on one point, and through the iron door with canine teeth intertwined like a hedgehog, he stared at the beast still slapped the ice wall.

Relax the shoulders and arms that are stiff due to excessive tension, prompting themselves to enter the best shooting state. At the same time, Wu Han's eyes followed the trajectory of the giant beast, trying to lock in the vital parts of the giant beast, and then give an absolutely fatal blow. This time, no mistakes are allowed. If you make mistakes, you must prepare to pay your life and pay the tuition fee.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. The solid and thick ice wall built at the entrance of the cave not only protects the survivors of the Peach Blossom Land and wins precious time for escape preparations, but also generously provides cover for the giant beast that smashes the wall outside. Through the steel bar fence with a gap of no more than ten centimeters, a 7.62 mm bullet is accurately shot into the vital parts of the giant beast's face, such as eyes, ears, etc., which is definitely higher than winning a gold medal in the Olympic shooting event. The mental pressure Wu Han is under at this moment is far beyond the reach of shooting athletes. At least those Olympic athletes do not have to worry about missing targets, and they will jump up and swallow themselves in the next moment!

"Pu hook..."

"Ao..."

As time delayed, Wu Han's breathing became more and more rapid, and large drops of cold sweat slowly flowed down from his forehead. When his eyebrows touched the cold sweat, Wu Hanxu's index finger placed on the trigger contracted reflexibly. So, while everyone present held their breath and concentrated, a gunshot with a sharp whistle end suddenly penetrated the silence and echoed clearly in the cave. Without waiting for the people who were looking forward to the result, their eardrums were already hurt by the roar of the giant beast.

No one would have thought about this crucial shot. Wu Han was so nervous that he actually missed the attack.

Adjectives about color such as pale, yellow earth, green onion, dead gray, etc., are mixed together at this moment and become the so-called faceless color. It is probably difficult to accurately describe what color it is. Anyway, even if the best painters do it, they may not be able to blend such a challenging color in the palette.

The solid granite mountain under the survivors' feet seemed to be trembling with the anger of the injured beast in front of them. The people in the Peach Blossom Land showed indescribable strange tones. The survivors could clearly feel the arrival of death. The cold and invisible hands of the god of death seemed to be tightening the throats of these poor people.

"Run quickly."
Chapter completed!