Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Chancellorsville, Virginia.

Jeremy uneasily rubbed a dark stain on the oak stock. He couldn't figure out what stained it. After all, it had only been three days since he received this long and narrow rifle. They set out early this morning and walked nearly twelve miles. They only stopped once for repairs and were constantly harassed by the Union Army.

It was already getting dark, and he rubbed the butt of his gun with increasing annoyance. The stain looked so awkward, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Have you heard about Fredericksburg?" The guy named Tommy next to him was talking to the people around him. Jeremy didn't like him very much. He was a big-mouthed kid, but he still didn't realize it. He slowed down the frequency of his hands and straightened his ears.

"It happened a few months ago. Is there anything I haven't heard about? Our defeat on the Eastern Front?" A strange response came from a few people nearby, and Jeremy couldn't tell what it was. Who, everyone is a team put together temporarily.

After hearing this, Tommy became more energetic. He stretched out his neck and looked around, then retracted it sharply, trying his best to lower his voice and said: "Do you know how to lose! Huh? Something terrible happened, the Alliance Army There are indestructible...um...things in there!"

There was a faint sneer from the people around, and Tommy said anxiously: "What! I don't believe it! That thing can't be killed by Gatling, it will pounce on people, bite them, and suck them into mummies!" Everyone couldn't help it. , laughed out loud, causing the Master Chief to glare a few times.

Jeremy tugged at the corner of his mouth, no longer caring, and continued to rub vigorously. From the corner of his eye, he casually glanced at the veteran across from him. He was leaning against the tree with dull eyes, holding the cross necklace hanging on his chest tightly in his hand. The knuckles are a little white.

Jeremy couldn't remember which army the veterans were integrated from, and he felt even more upset for no reason.

"Assemble! Urgent assembly!"

The lieutenant of the company belonging to the 11th Army shouted sharply and kept blowing the military whistle. Everyone got up in a hurry, and several of them were still groping for their rifles on the ground.

The teams followed the crowd blindly. It was already dark. Everyone looked around nervously, as if they thought they could see something. The Master Chief had already whipped the teams to line up according to the training drill. Jeremy took a knee. Kneeling down, half leaning against a rock, holding the gun, he kept checking to see if the bolt was cocked.

After the awkward confusion, the entire team became strangely quiet, and stared at the woods on both sides with their guns raised as per the commander's request. Jeremy looked around. On one side was the big-mouthed Tommy, and on the other side was the taciturn veteran. They were all as scared as he was, even the veteran.

Hey, hey, hey...

There was really movement in the woods, and no light spots could be seen, but the footsteps became more and more dense. The sergeant major raised his hand, and the team formed a whole group, holding their guns ready to shoot.

The enemy's figure became clearer and clearer, and their speed began to increase. They seemed to be preparing to rush forward instead of shooting at each other. Jeremy glanced nervously at the Master Chief in the corner.

"Fire!".

Finally, the commander's order caused flakes of fire to light up in the dark night. At this moment, the figures of the Alliance troops on the opposite side were illuminated. Their military uniforms were loose and their faces were ugly. They ran forward with their mouths wide open. But to everyone's surprise, , they were all empty-handed, without any weapons.

Jeremy clearly saw that he had hit the enemy's chest. Before he could be happy, the veteran beside him howled "Wow", threw his gun and ran away.

He was wondering when someone grabbed him at his feet. It was Tommy lying on the ground, scratching around randomly with his eyes distracted. There was an ally lying on his chest, biting his throat, and blood was gurgling towards him. Tommy made a hissing sound in his throat, choking on his own blood.

boom!

Before Jeremy could recover, he was knocked down by a Confederate soldier. In desperation, he held his gun in front of him and pushed with all his strength, relying on instinct, bang! Jeremy finally saw clearly the appearance of the enemy soldier in front of him who was biting his rifle. The corners of his mouth seemed to extend to the base of his ears. His teeth were as sharp as wild beasts. His skin was pale and covered with blue and black blood vessels. His blood-red eyes were staring. Looking at him, Jeremy felt that the last bit of strength in his body was about to drain away.

"ah!"

Suddenly his body became light, and the monster in front of him screamed and hit a tree trunk three or four meters away. Jeremy clearly heard a dull sound of bones breaking. He crawled and rolled hysterically, and fell into a bush. In the bushes.

A very tall and burly man walked towards the monster lying under the tree, picked up the monster's head with his feet, and nailed it to the tree. For a moment, it turned red and white like a smashed watermelon.

The man turned around and looked around. He was wearing a dark brown leather trench coat and a black, somewhat reflective silk mask. Only a pair of dark eyes were exposed. His hair was neatly combed back. He was very clean and had no splashes. To a tiny bit of blood.

"Jack! Take a group of people up the slope and shoot freely!"

James gave orders to the captain of the family gunners on the side. Jack Pitt quickly called a few names and climbed up the mound. Seven or eight gunners shot at the vampires of the Union Army.

What surprised the federal soldiers was that these monsters that could not be killed by bullets actually screamed and fell to the ground under the fire of these gunmen, and gradually became silent. Then the corpses quickly rotted and oozed pus and blood.

James continued to roam the entire battlefield, supporting federal soldiers who were in danger. His attacks were simple and rough, either punching or kicking the heads of vampires. Together with the Howlett family's gunmen, In addition to being well-equipped and well-trained, equipped with silver-inlaid bullets and daggers, they are also the nemesis of vampires.

The decline of the Northern Federal Army was quickly reversed, and the first wave of vampires who charged were constantly eliminated.

"Victor! Damn it!"

James got a little angry and started swearing. As soon as Victor entered the battlefield, he completely turned into a wild horse. He jumped on all fours like a living tiger, ignoring any vampire bites or rifle shots. While killing and going deep, he didn't have James' precise strikes at all during the battle, but used his sharp claws to tear through all the obstacles in front of him.

Seeing Victor fighting all the way into the depths of the Union army, James had to follow him. He was worried that Victor could not control his wildness.

Hiss!

Victor dug one claw into the vampire's shoulder blade, clamped the thigh with another claw, and struggled with both arms, tearing the entire body from the chest and abdomen. The vampire looked at his separated lower body and the black and red organs in the abdomen, and screamed. Howling, within two seconds, Victor stepped on his head.

Bang bang! boom! Bang bang!

Victor roared, his body paused, and his back was shot many times. He shook his shoulders in pain and turned around slowly.

Two trembling ordinary Alliance soldiers were manipulating the new Gatling four-barreled machine guns, and the bullets they fired were fired solidly into the back of this giant man with an exaggerated and wild figure, but he seemed to be just in pain. Slowly walking up to the front, the giant man smiled ferociously, revealing his long canine teeth, and grabbed the machine gun mounted on the cart.

The sharp claws on his fingertips grew a little longer, and he lightly opened the barrel of the gun, twisting it playfully into a twist, and looked at the two soldiers who were no higher than his chest in a joking manner.

"I, I, surrender, we surrender!" The two soldiers suddenly couldn't feel their legs, and they knelt on the ground tremblingly. They raised their hands tremblingly, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at the slowly approaching soldiers. monster.

Victor walked up to them, slowly extended his hand to one of them's head.

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