"Damn it! These bastards! These bastards!" The escaping demon cursed desperately while running through ruins one after another.
Their home, everything they were proud of, has been turned into worthless ruins before their eyes!
Even at the feet of these demons flying past, there were the corpses of demon civilians. In the early morning or at night, their bodies were penetrated by bomb fragments or flying stones, and they fell here waiting.
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"Run! Keep running!" In front of an intersection, the leader of the demon veterans stopped. He waved to the demon soldiers behind him, gesturing for them to rush through the empty intersection first.
A demon soldier carried his long sword and panted past the veteran in the corner. He saw the demon defenders on the other side of the street, and he felt that he was about to be safe.
So he rushed out of the intersection and ran towards his companions. Then he saw the demon defenders on the opposite side, waving frantically at him.
That was a gesture to signal him to stop, and it was a dangerous gesture. Before he had time to regret it, the poor devil suddenly felt that one of his legs had lost control.
As he was running wildly, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. His face hit the dirt floor hard, and he was stabbed in great pain by the pebbles above.
At this time, he finally felt something penetrated his thigh. It was a heartbreaking pain, a desperate pain that broke all the bones.
The sound of gunshots echoed in his ears, and he struggled to see that one of his legs had been penetrated by a bullet. Black blood flowed everywhere along the torn trousers, staining the trousers on his other intact leg.
became black.
"Help! Help!" The poor devil recruit covered his thigh with his hands and looked desperately at the veteran in the corner behind him.
He shouted desperately to the veteran, hoping that someone could help him and let him leave this dangerous place.
Unfortunately, because there are human snipers, no one will rush to the streets to save him. The only one he can rely on now is himself.
"Someone help me! Help!" The recruit was struggling on the ground. He looked at his comrades huddled in the corner. He hoped that someone would come over to help him at this time. He really hoped that someone would come over to help him.
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However, no one would rush out to help him at this time. He could only lie in despair in the middle of the street, and it was difficult to even turn over.
With no hope left, he turned over, gritted his teeth, and regardless of the pain in his legs, reached out and crawled to the other side of the street. He knew that he would be hit because of the veteran's arrangement. If the other party did not let him
If he takes a risk, something like this won't happen.
What's sad is that in that situation, someone has to take the risk for everyone, and he just happens to be in the second position.
So, the poor devil started to crawl. As he stretched out his hand, he prayed in his mind, praying to the God of Magic to bless him and allow him to reach the other side of the street safely.
Well, at this moment, the God of Magic is already too busy because too many people are praying to him.
When the poor devil stretched out his arm for the second time, a bullet flew mercilessly again and hit his shoulder.
The bullet shattered his shoulder blade and embedded the flesh and blood into the dirt road beside him. Black blood spattered, accompanied by the recruit's screams.
"He's luring us out!" The demon veteran leaning against the wall held down an impulsive comrade beside him, looked at the comrade struggling on the street, and said coldly: "Let's go find him!"
After saying that, the veteran turned his head, changed the direction, and went into an inconspicuous alley.
The recruit who followed the veteran frowned and followed the veteran with his long sword. The other two demons looked at the wounded soldier struggling on the street and quickly walked into the alley where the veteran disappeared.
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The remaining demons did not move. They all just looked at the demon recruit on the street, watching the black blood flowing along his clothes and slowly spreading on the dirt road.
As time went by, the poor recruit's movements became slower and slower, and became more and more difficult to detect.
If you look carefully, you can see that the poor wounded man is still breathing, but other than breathing, he has no other movements.
On the other side, the demon veteran carrying a long sword quickly ran through two blocks and leaned against a wall that had mostly collapsed.
He made a quiet gesture to the three demon soldiers behind him, and then observed the surrounding terrain.
"Did you see that two-story building? That damn human is probably hiding there! We have to rush to the second floor... But this process is very dangerous. Who will be the first?" The veteran pointed not far away.
The ruins of the magic tower collapsed with only two floors left, and he lowered his voice and said.
"I'm going! I'm going to pull out his intestines, and then use those intestines to strangle him!" A demon gritted his teeth, wanting to avenge his companions.
The wounded demon soldier lying in the middle of the road was a good friend of this demon. Now the anger had gone to his head, so much so that he had forgotten even his fear.
Carrying a long sword covered with rust, this angry demon stepped out of the corner and clung to the half-collapsed magic tower.
He bypassed the mottled wall, stepped on the wooden door that had fallen to the ground, and rushed into the room with two floors left.
What no one saw was that the moment he stepped into the room, the red light emitted by a device in the seemingly randomly scattered gaps in the bricks in the corner of the door was blocked by his feet.
The human sniper team was blocking the entire street on the second floor. The device on the arm of the deputy shooter responsible for lookout and cover suddenly vibrated.
"There's an invasion!" He put down the wide-angle telescope smoothly. The deputy shooter picked up his assault rifle and stood guard by the door: "Four!"
"Get rid of a few first, otherwise it will be very troublesome!" The sniper said to his companions without looking back.
"Understood!" The deputy shooter gently slid twice on the control panel of the device worn on his wrist, and the pre-arranged booby trap downstairs exploded.
The ground shook, and the deputy shooter felt the nervous crumbling of the floor beneath his feet. This building could really collapse at any time, even if the deputy shooter activated just a fragmentation booby trap.