Wolf Barrel 5.56

My nervousness relaxed,

"Wow."

It was once again to be tightened by the human severer who disappeared to the bottom of the valley.

Look around in a hurry. I knew immediately where my voice came from.

It's so far from where I am.

There were a few sailcarriages lined up that were often seen in RPG games, etc. Around it stand men with swords and spears, trying to protect them. The European-style carved men were equipped with metal breastplate small hands, etc.

And surround the men.

Lizard monsters were attacking.

What I heard in the woods was screaming and yelling.

Lizards attacking people looked a lot like commodore lizards. But its size is unusually large. The head position is as good as a person's gaze. The body length is likely to be 3m.

Asphalt-like skin. Key nails that seem to tear easily if people's meat.

You can tell enough from here that your whole body is a mass of muscle.

In particular, the lizard's neck power was considerable.

It was easy to throw a man of good standing in the air. The man blew up a few meters like a doll, crashing from his back into a rock. The sound of meat and spine shaking has been echoing so far. Those who fell to the bottom of the valley must have had the same eyes.

"Ugh!

One man waves his sword down as he growls. But the blade was cut into scales, and the flesh could not be torn. Lizards seem to have muscle strength as well as sturdiness.

The lizard hits the head where the man is out of balance and all he does is fight back. The man who devoured it to his belly nodded with his hands on the ground without a voice, spitting blood out of his mouth with great momentum. The lizard crushed his head with a thick forefoot.

On the wind, I smelled raw blood.

The number is lower for lizards.

But the individual forces were obviously higher on lizards.

What good is a primitive weapon, a sword or a spear, to a lizard like that?

We can also see occasions where we are managing to defeat lizards, but obviously the human side is at a disadvantage.

If we keep this up, total annihilation will also be a matter of time.

(Dog, what do I do)

Fortunately, my presence has not been noticed because of the distance.

We should run now! My body sounds an alarm, but one after the other I couldn't move in front of the sight of others dying.

That's how you stand up.

……

I felt my gaze and I turned my face.

Sailcarriage carrier. A child was looking at us from that gap.

The little face was so distorted by fear that it was pathetic. A mother's hand and a man's hand hold the child's head.

It was like being grabbed in the chest.

- I don't know if I can help.

I was surprised by the words that came out of nowhere on my own.

What the hell are you thinking when you say you just got to the death eye just now?

What do you think you are? Don't be complacent, you're weak.

What would you do if a lizard bit you?

Did you see that one earlier? I'm sorry it suits such a miserable eye.

We should just get out of here.

I think so. I think...

But I saw it.

The kid did sign me SOS with those little eyes.

Having seen that, abandoning it if it doesn't matter... feels like something is different.

It's not goodwill or justice. I don't have such a cool personality.

Oh, what can I say about this, this feeling of being musty? I can't put it into words well. But I have to fight here without running.

That's not what I feel.

But how are we going to help?

Helping means joining the men.

Can you imitate me like that? What would you do if you put a bullet in that place where people and lizards are screwing around and hit people?

Imagining a stray bullet hitting a person, I was frightened.

Do you need to think about rays and move? It's a long way away, so we have to get close first.

What about the sound? The shooting sounds pretty flashy, so the lizard will definitely pay attention first. I shot him once and he was surrounded by lizards. I'm absolutely sorry.

Oh, shit, I can't think well! What am I supposed to do!

I'm an amateur!

……

While this was bothering me, I pulled out the Beretta M92F that I had placed on my belt.

Press the Magazine Release button (Magazine Removal button) with your right thumb. Take the magazine removed from the gun body with your left hand, through the hole on the back of the magazine, and see how many rounds are inside. 4 rounds. There's one bullet in the barrel, so a total of five.

I plugged in the magazine once more after I finished confirming it.

And keep the safety device on with the iron shooting up.

Next, put your hand in your trouser pocket to see how many spare magazines you have. Two. Hook one of the spare magazines to the entrance of your trousers for immediate removal.

Behind my back, my body prepares to fight. The move was incredibly smooth.

I can see it beating faster as I get ready.

There is strength in the gripping hand. My body is willing to kill me.

Then here, something unexpected happened.

"What, wait a minute?"

How dare a child jump out of a sailcarriage.

I accidentally peeled my eyes off.

Whoa, whoa, you're lying!

The mother also pops up to follow, but this was prevented by the hand of the man who was next door.

Meanwhile, the kid keeps running this way.

I can tell from the look on my face that my child is in a state of confusion. I reached my limit with fear.

There's no way lizards miss that.

One lizard snuggled around his neck and ran out toward the child's back in a straight line.

Quick! Is the body facing straight ahead, although the lateral movement is thick?

In me, I lost all my strays.

Help the child.

It was quick from there.

There is still enough distance between the child and the lizard.

When I rushed up to the child, I turned the little body on my back.

Between the lizard and me, it's still about 20 meters away.

I set up Beretta to stick out my right hand. From the index finger of the right hand holding the grip, imagine and posture the bullet to come out.

And wrap your left hand around your right hand. This stabilizes the aiming and, at the same time, reduces braking with recoil. I learned it in the movies.

Just bend your elbows further. Safety device disarmed. Ready. Anytime.

The distance from the lizard is about 15 m.

aim on its chest, exhaling thinly,

"Shh, heh!

I squeezed the trigger at the time I held my breath. Hit the right spot.

Intense gunfire, the body of a child holding his pants jumps but doesn't care.

One shot, slightly misaligned aim back, and one more.

Shoot four shots in no time and replace them with a spare magazine with one left in the barrel.

Four more shots fired.

Eight shots in total.

I was able to concentrate all the bullets on my chest.

but we got into trouble here.

The bullet didn't work at all. Unexpectedly tongues.

The lizard's chest is thinner in pigment than his back, so I thought it would probably be brittle, but it totally missed my guess. A bullet stopped in a shallow area of the skin spills out. Even the bullet that smashed the wolf's bone could not penetrate its skin.

But it seems to have done a lot of damage internally.

Lizards stop moving and exhale rough breaths. Green fluid was dripping from the mouth. The impact of the bullet wounded his gut. But that's all. I'm not going to kill you.

(…… what to do)

Here in front of me, two choices were stuck. The time limit is only a few seconds.

For one thing, run away with a child.

Two, shall we stand up to this?

When I look at the carriage, my mother and I think and the woman have a sad look on their face, waving at me firmly and shouting something. It would be a "go fast" sign.

Now that this attack doesn't work, that's the right thing to do.

- No, you're not, that's a mistake.

Honestly, I have very little strength left.

I don't think kids can keep running decently either.

Running out now with your back turned, it's over when you get caught up.

I know what happens if I run into the woods.

You had no choice but to fight from the start, did you, motherfucker?

Did the lizard return from the damage, he shook his head with a blurb and turned his attention to this one.

Glassy eyes that did not photograph any emotions were more creepy than scary.

I don't have any more time.

Here again, I felt adrenaline seeping out of my brain.

His head snaps and he starts to spin fast like a thought circuit ignited nitro.

Come on, what do we do?

I couldn't stand my teeth with a pistol.

I don't know how many more shots to take, but maybe I'll die one of these days.

But before that, if the lizard packs the distance, it's over.

What are we gonna do?

Reminds me of the sight I had earlier. The lizard's tailor was breaking through the lizard's skin, trying to put his whole weight on a short spear.

That was somewhere, similar to the motion of stabbing Scoop to the ground.

Heavy, pointy, long, thin tips.

The next moment, the current ran through my brain again.

You gave me a Beretta M92F, that lightning strike.

That was a vivid image until violent.

A form that combines violence and functional beauty. 5,56 mm fangs driven at sound speed; 85 cm compact total length. Picatinny Rail to meet a variety of demands.

I can.

I can produce a pistol. It should be able to produce other things.

Because this is a fantasy bullshit world.

"Shaaaa!"

Lizard opened his mouth wide to intimidate him. No long fangs, but fine teeth grow surprisingly inward. Do you crush the meat with that?

I don't think you're scared. I'm just annoyed.

Are you the kid who eats first? Or me?

Either way, I'm not going to be eaten by you. And children, of course.

The other way around.

I'll eat you.

I somehow figured out that my face was ugly and distorted.

Put a safety device on your pistol and stick it in your hips, concentrating all nerves on your empty right hand.

Then, as if to respond to my request, an uncomparable amount of thread of light erupted from my right hand. It's a green light fountain.

It was as if my blood was reacting chemically and turning into light.

After blinking for one hour.

He showed up scattering grains of light, which is a carbine gun officially hired by the U.S. military.

It was M4A1.

In this phase, we were able to produce the best guns.

But I can't shoot like this.

Pull the charging lever and send the first bullet into the dispensary. Now if you hit the trigger, you'll get a bullet. Snuggle the stock (gun bed) against your right cheek and place the bat (floor tail) firmly against your right shoulder contour. Hold the handguard with your left hand and support the entire gun from the bottom. Take the position of standing up.

Set the selector to a single shot. Disarm the safety device.

To kill the recoil on the back of the cat.

Even though it was my first operation, it was smooth as if someone had taught me.

By the time this one was ready, the lizard was right around the corner.

Set your aim on the lizard's chest and hit the trigger.

Zubang!

Intense gunfire that rips the air.

The tongue of fire extends from the muzzle and a 5.56 mm fang pops out.

The power was more than I could have imagined.

As the bullet lightly devoured the lizard's sturdy skin, it drew a spiral orbit, scratching his guts and muscles around the mess and popping out of his back area just to stop and explode.

There was a pink hole so much that I could tell from the front that it was penetrating.

Crush the intense recoil with your torso, beating in another shot or two. The tympanic membrane in your right ear is so painful that it seems to tear, but you eat up your teeth and be patient.

A splashy green fluid hung on his cheek, even though he was about 3m away.

When he shot four times and ran out of ammo, the lizard punched his body fluids on the ground, spreading his hands and legs and crushing Bechari.

"Did you do it!?" Ask yourself.

Although lizards cramp small, they don't show how they get up. Looks really dead.

Phew, and a breath of relief leaks.

And the next moment, something strange happened to my body.

"Ugh!?

An unspeakable chill ran all over my body.

Intense discomfort strikes me, like being twisted around with an invisible hand. At the same time, I could see how many crystal fangs on my back could be shattered.

Oh, my God, what happened?

I fell into a light panic and my vision wobbled with glitter.

The child behind me supported my body. [M]

"... Oh, thank you"

I thanked him for the spit he was throwing up. [M]

The discomfort is tight, but I still manage to stand it.

I looked up again, and I... I punched myself in the tongue. A new lizard is approaching.

Dosdos and rough footsteps, approaching at considerable speed.

Besides, M4A1 just shot off. Shit's bad.

I rush to tap the magazine release lever to remove the empty magazine, create a new magazine with my left hand and try to plug it in. But my hands are shaking and they don't come in well. Why not! An unpleasant sweat erupts. Easy, easy. Bite your back teeth with a good bite and put your strength into your left hand. Finally the magazine goes in. All right.

Press the bolt release lever, sound inside with Jackin, and take it to a state where you can shoot again. Lizard, if you look at it, is a distance that is likely to be touched if you reach out.

Raise the muzzle.

I can't afford to aim.

"Wow!

Hit the trigger with a pitiful voice.

I took off the first shot.

But the second shot luckily landed in the right abdomen of the lizard. The skin tears and some of the contents splash.

The lizard's entire body cramps like it was struck by lightning.

I can go!

And the third shot, he set the aim on his head and tried to squeeze the trigger. At that time...

"Wow."

Suddenly, I reached my limit. [M]

The spit pops out of the mouth with the momentum of twisting the faucet, onto the left arm where it stood.

Vision shakes heavily.

I managed to withstand the fall, but with a forward-looking attitude, I scattered all sorts of things from my mouth onto the ground. My crotch gets warmer.

I can't stop sweating and crying over unpleasant discomfort I've never tasted.

As the retina bent, vision distorted. I wanted to scream for help.

My nose is nauseous with puke. I mean, my body shivers even though it's not cold.

But not yet.

I haven't stabbed Todome yet. I get hit like this.

I lift my sweaty face and try to set up a gun.

But Todome was stabbed by a hand other than me.

"Whoa, whoa, probably!

By the axe of the man who came running over, the lizard at hand was beheaded. Green paint-like blood blows out of a section of his neck.

"Are you all right!? Kids!"

……

The voice of the man called, but it did not reach my ear.

I see.

That's how we fought!

When I realized something, I got my torso up and resumed the attack.

Blurred eyes stare at lizard's feet, aiming at his abdomen and squeezing the trigger.

You don't have to kill him. If you can't move, that's enough. Anyway, the numbers are higher here.

Whenever a loud gunshot sounds, a hand lizard is created.

Eventually you noticed my aim. [M]

Several men have taken the initiative to process the lizards that are no longer able to move.

Whenever that task is repeated, the number of hand-wreckless people increases.

Since cooperation was thus formed, it has become a unilateral development.

I can't stand any longer, and I keep shooting as I crawl forward.

Sprinkled the puke, defiled my groin, and I repeatedly loaded and fired.

That's when I hit more than half the lizards with bullets.

My consciousness was suddenly cut off.