Chapter 2437 The Way of the Hunter (Part 2)

Alsim still remembers the scene when he pulled out the hook-shaped wolf teeth that penetrated deeply into the flesh with trembling hands. It turns out that the warmth of human blood on your hands is no different from that of animal blood. They are both the color and temperature of life.

His best childhood playmate was saved and saved his life due to his own rescue. Alsim also completed his first first aid class and first "surgical emergency operation" under the full guidance of his father.

Although Alsim was not proud of this and did not think it was something worth bragging about, his father, who had been busy with all this work until late at night and had no time to take a breath and rest, still said to him.

"You have seen that, as a qualified hunter, you not only need to understand the body structure of those animals, but you also need to understand the body structure of humans."

"It's not for hunting, but for saving people. Your grandfather told me when I was the same age as you, that a qualified hunter has two sides, not only killing, but also saving."

“Killing is for prey, saving is for friends.”

"Our families have been living on this land for generations. We work together and fight side by side. You can't be alone all the time. You have to learn to trust and rely on to survive. Just like beasts like wolves, That is their way of occupying the forest and becoming king. Many times, these beasts that act in groups are the only things that can threaten us. There are things worth learning about beasts.

"When your friends and comrades-in-arms need you, you must be able to save them, otherwise you may be the one who is not saved next time. Whether you are abandoned by other friends because of your reckless behavior , or is left alone to hunt, no matter what the reason is, the result is always the same. "

That night, young Alsim thought a lot and understood some truths. In the future, he took the initiative to understand the structure of the human body and first aid methods. He even went to the city to sell goods when he had time to seek advice from a doctor in the city. The two moves laid the foundation, at least there were reasons and reasons for doing this.

But at that time, Alsim had not thought that this skill, which he was originally learning to use to save people, would one day become his unique hunting skill.

A unique skill that targets humans and hunts enemies, not animals.

Alsim, who is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, knows which part of a person should be stabbed at, and at what angle, so that the person will be in pain, unable to hurt himself, unable to break free, and not able to kill him in a short period of time.

The dagger that plunged into the chest of the German platoon leader from behind accurately avoided the heart, arteries and spine, only piercing a small part of the lungs and then exiting the chest.

This would be extremely painful, making it increasingly difficult to breathe, but it would not be fatal, as Alsim hoped and expected, and he would not even be able to struggle to free himself from the blade.

The barbed dagger Alsim brought with him from his hometown was already hanging on the ribs of the German platoon leader, wrapped in the flesh and blood, and he was holding on to the handle of the knife like a barb. He grabbed his body, pressed his right elbow against his back, and blocked him tightly. For a moment, he was completely unable to move forward, retreat, or live or die.

The German soldiers who were holding various weapons but didn't know whether to shoot were completely confused.

On one side, his own commander lay there heartbreakingly, wailing like a slaughtered pig, and in excruciating pain. It was obvious that he was not injured enough to die, but could still be saved.

On the other side, the Russian who hurt him was hiding behind him, using some unknown method to hold the platoon leader tightly from behind. The two figures almost completely overlapped, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Just fire like this right now.

It's hard to say whether the large number of bullets fired in the storm can kill the Russian guy, but they will definitely kill their own platoon leader first. This is something all the German soldiers present know very well.

The Russian guy must have known about it and deliberately exploited it, or even deliberately caused this situation. He was hiding behind the platoon leader, but the platoon leader didn't know what kind of trick he was getting. He just kept being beaten by that The Russian guy grabbed it with one hand and screamed, but he couldn't move.

The few German soldiers who stared with big eyes were completely helpless. For a moment, they didn't know what to do. It was not possible to shoot. It seemed that it would be impossible not to shoot. Even if they rushed forward immediately, the Russian guy would kill him in a hurry. possible.

Shoot at the commander?

Just having this idea in your mind is scary enough, especially for these new recruits who have just joined the army and their minds are filled with the dogmatism instilled by the instructors in the hasty training ground. They dare not act rashly. .

Veteran veterans may still be able to "shoot at the commander", but it is completely impossible for these scared recruits. What's more, the platoon leader, who was grinning in pain and howling, didn't give any orders at all, so he didn't even dare to shoot without even thinking about it.

It was precisely because he had understood all this and expected that there would be a high probability of the situation in front of him, but Alsim, who was holding a knife in one hand, was actually prepared. The Tokarev TT33 pistol he had been holding tightly in his left hand was actually Waiting for this moment.

He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, pressed his elbow against the back of this bastard, and held it tightly with the help of the barb on the back of the knife hanging upside down in the flesh and blood of his ribs. He took a stance like a human shield held with one hand.

The Tokarev pistol tightly held in his left hand was directly placed on the shoulder of this "human shield", using the shoulder as a support to reduce his exposed area and avoid the shaking caused by aiming with one hand to affect the accuracy.

Alsim, who usually holds the gun with his right hand and aims with his right eye, but at this moment, he holds the gun with his left hand and aims with his left eye, did not hesitate. He repeatedly pulled the trigger with his left index finger, and the Tokarev pistol bullets, which are known for their super power, immediately gushed out like a string of cannons, whistling towards the German soldiers who were only a few steps away and more than ten meters away.

Bang bang bang bang——

The continuous gunshots were only accompanied by the sound of heavy falls and shells falling to the ground, which mixed together like a symphony and then disappeared in a flash.

When the anxious deputy comrade of the company followed the gunshots and hurriedly arrived with the soldiers behind him, the scene in front of him was only Alsim's big foot kicking a German soldier's back, and his entire right leg exerted force and kicked forward fiercely in an instant.

The unknown German soldier with his back to Alsim flew forward like a dog chewing shit. For some unknown reason, blood gushed out from his back, which showed how strong the force of the "kick" was.

Alsim was still holding a saber in his hand, and it seemed that some flesh-like object was hanging on it, with tendons, skin and blood.

He held the Tokarev pistol with an empty magazine tightly in his hand. Not far away, there were at least four or five dead German corpses lying on the ground.

"Oh my God, what did you do? You did all this?"

The only person who responded to the stunned deputy company officer was Alsim, who turned his head quietly and had a face full of blood stains.

"You are late. We just finished it."