Chapter 240: Deadly Dawn (10)

Ren swallowed hard.
He realized he didn't love her, maybe he never loved it.
He suddenly understood this, everything before was too logical and too romantic.
He wants to be a soldier and go away with the army, so their time is extra precious and they may never see each other again, so it is logical and easy to make promises.
If it won't last forever, then the oath mountain alliance will come hand in hand, everything is so romantic, everything is so beautiful, they are pressed for time, so everything has meaning.
They were married, it was like a grand see-off, everyone cried, how romantic, how romantic...
How vain, vain and abnormal, like the broken city that replaced Cusconal, like this whole day.
He seemed to fall into a nightmare from a daydream, but everything here is more real.
Kafka Jr. knocked him down in the flashlight.
"What are you doing!"
Ryan stood up and exclaimed, but he soon understood the intention of the other party.
A hot object, almost certainly a field gun, rolled along the camp and ran over the tent and waterwheel. If it wasn’t Kafka, he would be crushed.
"let's go!"
His squad leader shouted.
"where to?"
"church!"
Captain Locke shouted at everyone.
"Go to church!"
But this makes no sense. There are thousands of soldiers in this area. A small church built in order to meet the regulations, then they might as well dig a pit in the ground, maybe it can be used.
"Look!"
The company's medical soldiers shouted suddenly.
"Over the fence!"
They looked at the fence of the barracks, which separated their barracks from the camp of the Third Infantry Regiment of the First Task Force.
Those people were singing before, and now they are all piled up beside the fence. Their pale palms and miserable faces are crowded behind the fence. They are shouting, and Rennes can see the blazing fire behind the camp opposite.
"They are trapped!"
Locke stomped his foot as if he were in it.
"Asshole! They are trapped, they can't get out."
Some soldiers rushed over to see if they could open the fence door.
"and many more……"
Rennes noticed a strange atmosphere. The expressions on the faces of the pale white men were twisted to resemble laughs.
"……do not!"
They were too close, his comrades in the team were too close to the fence, too close to those pale faces.
The fence fell suddenly, it had already been cut off, and at this moment it fell to the ground with a light noise, and the foreign artillery ashes suddenly poured into the camp of the sixty-one company.
"What the is going on?"
Locke immediately pulled out his pistol.
But those outsiders also have guns, rifles, pistols, short knives, long-handled weapons, and they even have spears!
The first bullets hit the nearest soldiers. They bowed to the ground, and the people howled and rushed over.
A man thrust a spear into the medical soldier's stomach, and he made a scream that was beyond common sense, and as the man who laughed wildly twisted the handle of the spear, his scream stopped intermittently.
Sam, a man whom Ren had just met, was shot in the face, and his head became strangely shaped when he fell.
Wettis was shot when he turned to run, Bard was stabbed with a lot of knives, Tevas was shot, then Cam, and Goldhaben.
Ren and Kafka began to retreat backwards, and Hasan turned and fled with them, but he tripped on the body of Sam, and the madmen immediately chased them up, killing him with his original weapon, It's like a woman beating clothes with a stick by the river.
Locke scolded, and the pistol tried to fire.
He reached the first active killing of the imperial team. Although this fact was not known to future generations, he hit a madman with a rifle and killed the opponent.
Then one bayonet penetrated his arm, the other stabbed his thigh, and he fell suddenly.
They pressed him to the ground, and he screamed, spitting out all the foul language he could think of.
Wearing a blue-grey burqa and holding a burning crystal sword, the weird man walked out of the smoke and slaughtered his soldiers. In all this anger and pain, Lock realized that they began to chant again.
A who pressed him on the ground bent down to prepare to cut his throat with a dagger, but another stopped him.
Creed Foster looked down on the man pressed by his men to the ground, an officer.
He could feel that he could use this wounded sergeant.
After all, something needs to be fed.
17:10, 6:43:37
Nutans took the countess across the burning street, and she was responsible for guiding the direction.
Silas and his attendants followed, and Albay and his team acted as guards.
"This way."
The countess raised her hand and said.
"Go down that slope. There."
In front is a tall iron tower with a disc-shaped receiver sandwiched between their scaffold-like rough structures, which looks very advanced.
"My father worked here for thirty years, and he buried the first foundation masonry."
"well."
Nutans answered plainly.
The burning wreckage still fell from the sky like a bomb. None of the people in the team could fully recover from the fall of the city of sky, and some of the attendants' eyes were gleaming with tears.
The platform occupied by the iron tower is located in the middle of a concrete depression in the main square. This is a natural bunker. About two hundred soldiers and people are crowded under the platform to seek asylum. This is not a safe haven, but it is better than nothing.
The hot ashes were falling, and from time to time, something small but heavy hit the ground like a bullet, possibly a broken iron pile or other stuff.
Those who took refuge here saw the secret guard, and they rushed over.
They have problems, there are many problems, and there are calls for help.
"We don't know anything."
Nutans lowered the countess and raised their hands to tell them.
"Obviously, it's an emergency now. I need to make this reporting station operational. In that case we may be able to get some answers. I need a telegraph operator."
Several volunteers came forward and he chose two people.
"Let's go."
He was very uneasy. Ten minutes had passed since the disaster struck, and he still knew nothing.
The control room of the report station is composed of three working rooms, which are supported by the beam of the iron tower at a height of 35 meters above the ground. An open spiral staircase connects it to the ground.
Nutans picked up the countess again and led the way ahead, followed by two telegraph operators, as well as several of the countess’s attendants, Silas and Albay.
The secret guards of Albay's men dispersed to appease the restless crowd.
They opened a workshop and had power, and the dispatcher started the telegraph~EbookFREE.me~Nutans picked up a piece of cardboard with a lot of telegrams recorded on it, not the Morse code he knew.
The telegrapher sat in front of the main telephony machine, facing the window of the workshop. Hissing noises and disturbances accompanied by annoying ticks sounded in the old and bulky loudspeaker.
"Is that a gunshot?"
Sellaton suddenly asked.
"I didn't get it."
Nutans shook his head and put down the cardboard in his hand. Maybe he would investigate these suspicious codes in the past, but today this is a trivial matter. There are too many things worth investigating.
"Perhaps something fell."
He came to the narrow corridor outside the workshop, the view was very wide, but he saw nothing beautiful.
There will be more changes on this weekend two days. Please transition this plot as soon as possible. Don’t worry. In fact, this plot is also the process of filling the pits, filling up many pits that were buried before.
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