Chapter 692


    Elght or nine blg jackals surrounded and attacked them. They suffered heavy loss and a strong smell of


    blood permeated the air. Gunshots, screams, and angry shouts were heard.


    It was a tough night.


    Everyone was exhausted towards down.


    Everyone was in a mess, with injuries all over their bodies. They fell to the ground dejectedly, leaned


    against the tree and panted, ory on the mud like being dead.


    They had never experienced such a setback as they did tonight.


    Even with guns and ammunition in their hands, they werepletely unable to defend against the


    mutated wild beast.


    Because it was closebat, guns were not the most favorable weapons They could only fight with


    those beasts with swords and daggers in their hands.


    Not everyone in this team was proficient in closebat, which required very strong physical strength


    and endurance, especially when fighting with such a mutated Jackal.


    Dickens’ face was as pale as a piece of paper. Her right hand was still holding the bay and shaking


    uncontrobly. Her breath was suppressed and she tried to adjust her breathing frequency, trying to


    calm herself down quickly


    But at this moment, the dark sky began to turn white.


    She saw the dead and injured at the scene clearly. Some of them were bitten dead by jackals with their


    necks broken, and others lost their arms or legs. They were badly mutted and their eyes widened in


    pain. Their faces were dark and blue, and their bodies turned cold. They were all dead.


    They all were her partners and had spoken to her before.


    Her tears fell from her eyes unconsciously. Her face was covered in mud and her hair was messy, but


    her eyes were still very firm and bright. She held the bay in her right hand even harder. Witnessing


    death in this way was an enormous blow to her.


    The remaining survivors in the team were also greatly shocked. Although Gary and the others often


    witnessed life and death, they still felt extremely angry when seeing this bloody and helpless scene.


    They could do nothing but see their teammates bitten to death by wild animals.


    Crabble was also in a mess. He seemed to get crazy, raising his gun and shooting at the dead body of


    a jackal with red eyes. Bang-bang


    They were angry. Even if they killed all the blg Jackals who had besleged themst night, they lost ten


    members


    They were angry about their ipetence. They were once proud of their skills but It turned out that


    they were too weak to stand a sudden attack.


    In the sound of the shooting, all people still felt hard to forgive this failure.


    … Don’t waste your bullets. We don’t know what we will faceter.”


    Rafael didn’t look well either. He wiped the stains off his face and suddenly spoke in a slightly sarcastic


    tone.


    After hearing these words, Crabble became even angrier. He directly pointed the gun at Rafael and


    shouted, “Shut up! If it weren’t for you, would we have confronted all of these? It is the internal conflict


    in your family that involves all of us…”


    Crabbie was cursing. Rafael didn’t refute, which was unusual. He closed his eyes and chose to take a


    rest.


    Everyone knew that allints were useless, but they needed to vent their negative emotions. They


    had encountered all kinds of unexpected things since they stepped on Third Ind. And the casualties


    this time really provoked them.


    They didn’t need tomunicate too much and started to take action separately. Those who only had


    some minor bruises on their bodies went to cut down trees with knives, and those who were seriously


    injured or had difficulty moving their legs stayed and rested where they were to treat wounds. They


    didn’t want to cause trouble for anyone.


    Dickens was protected by Samba so she was not hurt. She followed Hopkins and the others to cut


    down trees silently. They got bundles of branches.


    Then, they cremated those ten dead members.


    The mes were raging.


    The mes crackled on the corpses. They stood upright and gazed fixedly at their dead teammates in


    silence. The jumping mes were reflected in their eyes, and their hearts were filled with grief and


    anger.


    It was a simple farewell ceremony to the dead.


    They did not have much time to digest the sadness and had to cremate them immediately, or else


    some beasts might be attracted to eat their bodies.


    Cremation could show their respects.


    “We need to get out of here right away.”


    Afterst night’s fierce fight, these dead mutated jackals scattered in different ces. Originally, in


    order to vent


    their anger, they nned to kill one of them to eat the meat, but the blood smell of the flesh was too


    heavy to taste. They stabbed it a few times with a knife and had to give up this idea.


    They were still haunted by thebatst night. They didn’t know how many wild jackals and beasts


    were in this forest


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    Most of their weapons like guns and ammunition had been consumed, and days of fighting had


    exhausted


    them.


    If they, unfortunately, met a group of wolves again, they would all die here.


    “… Let’s look for water and a ce to rest.” Hopkins’s voice also sounded a little tired.


    Everyone couldn’t help but turn around to nce at the pile of burned bodies again. Their partners,


    farewell! They turned around and strode away. There were still tasks for them toplete. They had to


    set off.


    Only eleven people were left in this team, which had 21 members at the beginning,