Chapter 004: The Mysterious Soldier

However, upon exiting the building, Weiss found himself in a dilemma: although he knew that the gunfire came from the northwest, it was exceedingly difficult to locate anyone in the vast snowy mountains based solely on this information. If he could not find them in a timely manner, what significance would there be in venturing out like this

However, for Weiss, whether these detestable white wolves were taken down two, ten, or twenty, it no longer made much of a difference. The most important thing was that he had miraculously managed to save his own life

Equivalent protection 8.0 - 13.0

Biological Function 2.9 / 2.9

The tall man walked back and forth in front of Weiss twice, then spoke: "Alright, since your identity has been confirmed, Mr. Long Kerenbo Haisen, we will keep your shotgun for the time being and return it to you when you leave. As for the spare supplies stored here, you may help yourself to anything you do not need."

As I stood up and stretched my limbs, I noticed the silver hunting rifle resting in the position occupied by the young man with black hair and yellow skin last night. A beam of sunlight streamed in through the ventilation hole above, resembling a holy light from heaven. When it illuminated the rifle, the barrel reflected a dazzling brilliance akin to a galaxy—an intertwining of pure silver and deep blue... a resonance of sanctity and mystery, evoking a sense of longing and reverence... A beam of sunlight streamed in through the ventilation hole above, resembling a holy light from heaven. When it illuminated the rifle, the barrel reflected a dazzling brilliance akin to a galaxy—an intertwining of pure silver and deep blue... a resonance of sanctity and mystery, evoking a sense of longing and reverence...

After holding it in his hands and examining it for a while, he slung it over his back. On a nearby stone bench lay a leather ammunition belt that could be tied around the waist or slung across the body, filled with shotgun shells. Next to the stone bench was his backpack, which contained all its items, and additionally, there was a portable stove and two fuel canisters.

After much contemplation, Weiss decided to suppress his curiosity for the time being and sat quietly in place, warming himself by the fire. Meanwhile, the dark-haired, yellow-skinned soldier showed no intention of coming over to speak with him.

Weis Teng stood up, but the other party was a full head taller than him, with thick arms and a robust build. If it came to blows, one of them could probably take on three or four like him

Thus, he ran desperately towards the swaying red traffic light. As he ran, he suddenly found himself in front of the traffic light, which was held by a tall figure wearing a white hat, a white mask, white clothes, and white pants. On either side of him stood two white-clad soldiers, each holding a gun and firing. Less than twenty meters behind them was a stone structure. From a distance, it did not seem remarkable, but upon approaching, he realized it was not an ordinary mountain hut, but a snow mountain fortress, seven to eight meters high, over ten meters wide, with a smooth exterior and shooting holes.

The ancestors of the Klenberg-Haissen family have worked for N generations. According to normal logic, even if they have left this "hereditary" position as military personnel, they should still have a certain emotional connection to the family and its heirs. However, observing the demeanor and tone of voice just now, there seems to be a hint of resentment. What could be the reason for this? If I were to take the initiative to approach and engage in conversation, would I risk being misunderstood and suspected again due to my unusual behavior? Since this group is on a special mission, it is probably best not to provoke them.

This is a mess, but it seems to have a bit of interest, doesn't it

"Hmm!" replied the young soldier with a yellow Asian face in a nonchalant manner, "I was born in the city of Somsonas, where the Klenberg-Heisen firearms family is located. My father is a skilled gunsmith, and my grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather all worked for the Klenberg-Heisen family, so... yes, I have known Young Master Long Klenberg-Heisen since I was a child"

This is clearly an enhancement effect of weapons on lethality

Did that group of soldiers encounter the enemy

"I said I am just a traveler challenging myself, do you believe it?" Weiss replied

This shade of blue seems to possess a special effect, capable of making one feel relaxed and refreshed, as if embraced by the gentle breeze of spring

Everyone responded with cold laughter, but only the tall figure who had previously held the red signal light spoke up: "What’s the matter, kid? From your tone, it seems you are still dissatisfied? Do you know our identities?"

The expression of the tall individual finally softened, and then he mocked, "The young master of the Klenber-Haisen family, a well-known student at the prestigious Baston Military Academy, almost met his demise beneath the sharp fangs of a hyena. What a ridiculous situation!"

Weiss let out a long sigh

A few minutes later, Weiss sat by the fireplace, angrily questioning: "You all heard my cries for help long ago, didn't you?"

Huh... the tall man kicked Weiss in the backside without any hesitation after rolling up his boots

This stone structure, built against the mountains, not only provides shelter from wind and snow but also offers protection against attacks. From the outside, it appears quite substantial, and the spacious interior exceeds all expectations. Within this warm, enclosed space, there are a total of 17 men in military uniforms. Their white helmets and white capes are neatly stored on a rack near the entrance, revealing their uniformly cropped hair. They are dressed in dark blue military uniforms. In addition to each carrying a long rifle, they are also equipped with sidearms and long knives, clearly indicating that they are well-trained and well-equipped regular forces. In this warm, enclosed space, there are a total of 17 men in military uniforms. Their white helmets and white capes are neatly stored on a rack near the entrance, revealing their uniformly cropped hair. They are dressed in dark blue military uniforms. In addition to each carrying a long rifle, they are also equipped with sidearms and long knives, clearly indicating that they are well-trained and well-equipped regular forces.

Looking at the others here, the boxes are all green, with varying values. The differences in life, will, defense, and movement are not significant, but the damage values are quite interesting—those wielding long spears have a maximum damage value exceeding 10,000, while those without them have a maximum damage value around 230

Ding dong

Mental vitality 4.7 / 4.8

Weiss looked around, observing that about half of the soldiers were Caucasian, while the other half consisted of individuals of Asian descent and those of mixed heritage between the two. Some were sleeping in their clothes, others were cleaning their firearms, while the young man with black hair and yellow skin, who had just verified his identity, continued to examine his silver hunting rifle.

He hurriedly turned back and entered the barrier, took a medical kit from the shelf, selected two bottles of alcohol, five rolls of gauze, three bags of hemostatic cotton, a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine, and a row of painkillers to put into his backpack. He fastened the strap, shouldered the backpack, and walked out holding the hunting gun. The identity of the heir to a firearms workshop family, the heavy burden of changing the family's fate, the bright future of a military academy student—let's set these appealing things aside for now. Last night, that group of soldiers risked exposing their whereabouts to save him; when they might encounter trouble, what reason does he have to stand by and do nothing?

Amidst the scene of flying bullets and splattered flesh, Weiss felt neither a surge of adrenaline nor a sense of nausea, but was instead driven by a primal desire to survive, running desperately forward. The surrounding white wolves were initially blinded by the illumination flares, causing them to react sluggishly, almost standing still as targets. Once they realized the perilous situation, they began to scatter and flee, making it considerably more difficult to hit them at that point.

The Krenber-Haissen family, firearms workshop, heirs, Baston Military Academy, Grumman Group, artisan exodus, survival issues

Just as he was feeling lost, the gunfire rang out again, and it sounded slightly different from before

After listening to this, Weiss could not help but be dumbfounded. It turned out that these individuals were not the garrison troops stationed here, but rather were executing a special mission and happened to be staying overnight.

Following the sound, a young soldier with black hair and yellowish skin, of unremarkable appearance, was toying with Weiss's hunting rifle—this weapon had been confiscated by the soldiers as soon as he entered the place

A sudden, inexplicable feeling of emotion arose in my heart

Action speed 14.3 - 34.7

After a rough observation last night, Weiss can basically confirm that the long guns carried by this group of soldiers are all of a single model. If the second gunshot was not fired from their short guns, it would mean that the enemy is shooting

Next, Weiss took a turn inside and found a whole box of dry rations, canned food, wine, fuel, blankets, a medical kit, and several types of shotgun ammunition on the storage shelf. These items appeared to be supplies for travelers in case of emergencies, seemingly unrelated to that group of soldiers and their mission. In any case, the tall man had said that aside from the supplies they requisitioned, the rest could be taken freely, so he casually grabbed a few cans and a bottle of wine, returning to the hearth to enjoy them leisurely. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he moved to the stone steps at the entrance, feeling the cold wind, gazing at the snowy landscape, and letting his thoughts wander.

Weiss lowered his head, not out of frustration, but in order to absorb and digest this information

Is this the supply point number 9 that makes one yearn with anticipation

Suddenly hearing the familiar gunfire, Weissho stood up abruptly

Weiss took out his binoculars, and at the end of his line of sight to the northwest was a vast expanse of forest, from which the gunfire seemed to be emanating. If he were to go there on foot, it would take at least three to four hours. From this, he deduced that the group of soldiers had left several hours earlier.

He squinted his eyes, and the corresponding large square was green, while the various numerical values also stood out before him

I ... ... Wei Si language is blocked

Weiss walked over, picked up the gun, and found it to be spotless from the inside out. Previously, in a hurry and flustered, he had not examined it closely; it was only now that he noticed the four wave-like blue patterns on the silver body of the gun, which had just reflected a deep and enchanting blue light under the sunlight. The shield-shaped emblem at the position of the bolt also appeared to be engraved with the same material.

Combat potential 12.4 - 238.5

Everyone has their own life goals, some are lifelong, while others are temporary. Wei muttered, "Before this, I hunted a snow leopard and took pride in it"

"Nonsense!" The tall man looked at him with disdain, "I see that you are either a border smuggler or a high-level spy sent by the Norman Empire; in any case, you are not a good person! Otherwise, why would you be afraid to reveal your name?"

Upon seeing this, the tall man's expression grew increasingly serious. At that moment, a nonchalant voice floated in from the corner: "He is Long Kerenbo Haisen, the heir of the renowned Kerenbo Haisen firearms family. He was directly admitted to Baston Military Academy last year, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, when we see him again in two years, we should address him as 'Commander'"

Weiss glanced up at the soldiers and said, "I don't care who you are; to stand by and do nothing in the face of death is the mark of a bunch of cowards"

"Hunting the snow leopard single-handedly is a trial that every heir of the Klenberg-Haisen family must undergo before taking charge of the family," said the young soldier with black hair and yellow skin in a tone that was neither warm nor cold. "However, since the Klenberg-Haisen family joined the Grumman Group, excellent craftsmen have been continuously lost, and the business has been deteriorating. The biggest trouble now is how to survive, rather than considering the issue of family inheritance, isn't it?"

"Do you know him?" the tall man asked, turning his head.

Seeing that Weiss had fallen silent, the tall man responded in his deep, resonant voice, "Alright, now it's my turn to ask questions! Who are you? Why are you here at this moment? Hmm?"

No, intuition told Weiss that this group of soldiers was both competent and cautious, and it was impossible for such a low-level mistake as a misfire to occur. Something must have happened, it certainly must have!

After much contemplation, Weiss resolved to embark on a journey filled with the unknown

Weiss stood up and said: "Thank you very much!"

Does the firearm misfire

Upon hearing these words, the soldiers appeared somewhat surprised; they retracted their earlier mockery, yet no expression of admiration emerged on their faces

After a long journey and a fierce battle with those cunning and ferocious hyenas throughout the night, both his spirit and physical strength were exhausted, and it wasn't long before Weiss fell into a deep sleep

When he suddenly awoke from a deep slumber, he found himself alone in the vast space, with everything around him clean and devoid of any footprints. The people he had seen and the words he had heard the previous night seemed like mere figments of his imagination

The tall individual did not engage in conversation, walked expressionlessly to a position near the entrance, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

This is undoubtedly the best outcome at present

"You, don't be ungrateful!" The person stared directly at Weiss and reprimanded angrily, "We went out to save you, risking exposure of our whereabouts! If your life leads to the failure of the mission, our country will suffer immeasurable losses! If we do not go out and let you fend for yourself, what responsibility do we have to bear? Hmm? Not a bit! Because no one will ever know we were here!" If we do not go out and let you fend for yourself, what responsibility do we have to bear? Hmm? Not a bit! Because no one will ever know we were here!

However, upon gazing into the distance, no unusual sights were observed, and in the following few minutes, the gunfire did not sound a second time