Chapter 248: Deadly Dawn (18)

"Close to shoot!"
Zelas issued instructions to the soldiers defending the gates and walls. His intention was to make these refuges from the attacks as much as possible, because the wizard needed to save his strength on the arcanist.
The soldiers of the imperial army did not complain. Many people borrowed extra weapons such as cloth guns to join the front, while others took out their swords and waited for the other to reach the gate.
Only Zelas's chief disciple Desaikla was absent-minded, his sword in his hand, he wanted action, he wanted to fight.
He was angry and frustrated, which contributed to his restlessness.
"Hold on!"
Zelas warned him.
"Control your power and don't let the Hanan tide affect you. We will need you when the arcanist appears."
Desaikra's answer was like a roar.
"Then they better come quickly!"
Zelas ignored him, and the traitors attacked again.
The outer wall of Wuqiu was already full of holes, some of the protective walls collapsed, and the figures in Tsing Yi were endless. They kept flocking to the stairs and they were covered with corpses.
The rocket shouted towards the high wall. The artillery of Spatz tried to launch a counterattack.
Zelas became more worried about ammunition supply.
"Is there any outside news?"
He found Jacqueline, who was sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, but instead of relaxing, she had another, more difficult task.
"Sorry, no."
Jacqueline opened her eyes and looked very tired.
"They blocked Hanan's passage by some means."
"What about Scarab Guard? Any news?"
"No."
The mortar made a muffled noise outside the door. It was a weapon brought by the imperial collapse, but Zelas could also hear more artillery shells whizzing toward the wall.
"Can your people pinpoint the source of those shells? You must get rid of those guys before they blow up the walls."
Jacqueline nodded.
"How did they destroy the secret seal outside so quickly?"
"traitor?"
Zelas made the most malicious guess, but in the current situation, he does not think that this guess is excessive.
"possible."
"That's our luck."
With a helpless sigh, Zelas turned and walked out of the door of the meditation room.
"...Though not the first time today."
17:10, 6:57:30
"Let me go back!"
Ryan struggled and shouted.
"Fuck me back!"
Little Kafka punched him in the stomach, making him breathless, just to shut him up.
"Sorry, Rennes, sorry, I can't let you go."
Rennes bent down and gasped.
"I just didn't shoot your wife."
Kafka is also breathing. It is not easy to drag a young man away, especially since he is still in a frenzy.
"I didn't do that. I fired on something, but it was definitely not your wife, it was definitely not."
"That's Irene, she's calling me!"
"Ryan, shut up! Shut up, thank me, can you? You have shown me a picture of your wife, she is beautiful, the thing that calls you... it's not beautiful."
Crank sighed and sat beside Rennes.
"That's not your wife, kid, even if you didn't show me her picture, I know... your wife, she has eyes, right? And her head is not filled with blue glass, I don't know that What is it, Rennes, but that's not a good thing."
The dark wind blew the dense fog, tumbling across the devastated streets.
A residential building in the distance exploded into a fire mass, its rumbling collapse continued for three or four minutes, and the roar of artillery, I do not know which unit is fighting.
Ren murmured the name of his newly-wed wife, tears and tears.
Suddenly, little Kafka heard the sound of running.
"Get up, get up!"
He said, grabbing Rennes' sleeve and pushing him behind a bunker.
Two soldiers of the Imperial Army ran past them along the street, and then came to the third one. They were in ragged clothes and ran wildly, one of them was crying like a child.
They are running for life, probably like this.
Kafka Jr. pressed Ryan against the wall, and the followers of those people appeared in sight.
They are also imperial armies, but they are not the same. They are worn out and wearing blue clothes, just like the group of people who slaughtered the troops they belonged to. There are two in total.
One of them laughed and raised his gun, sending a bullet into the spine of the person who left behind.
The two remaining fugitives suddenly stopped, and two more believers appeared in front of them.
The two survivors stepped back slowly, the rebels pacing from the thick fog, and the two who just started the chase also slowed down.
"I beg you!"
Little Kafka heard a cry from one of them.
"I beg you!"
His earnest pleading exchanged for a headshot, and he fell like a puppet.
Another tried to run away, but the rebels grabbed him. They surrounded him in the middle, grabbed their hair, and stroked the exposed throat with a rusty dagger.
A large amount of blood spilled from his neck like a broken water pipe, and soon gathered a dark red mirror under him.
Rennes made a sound, sobbing uncontrollably.
The rebels turned their heads suddenly, their deep eye sockets were like shadows, and in the dim light, their faces looked like dead bodies.
"Damn!"
Little Kafka raised his gun in a hurry.
He had no time to aim, and one of the rebels saw him and immediately opened fire.
The bullet whistled on the ground beside them, splashing a piece of mud and dirt, and Kafka fired back, but his accurate head was also bad, and the shot was too far away.
The rebels howled and rushed over.
Kafka Jr. hit the man's chest with his second shot at close range and knocked him down.
Immediately after he was hit with a gun butt, his nose and nose fell bloody. Two other rebels twisted Rennes' arms, one of them grabbed Rennes' hair and dragged his head back.
"This comes first!"
Said the man who brought down Kafka.
He bent down and leaned his dagger towards his victim. Little Kafka moaned over his nose. The man held his chin, twisted his face, and aimed at Kafka's left eye with his dagger.
"Go away!!"
Rennes suddenly raged, and he kicked his foot in the lower body of a rebel, and broke free again, punching him in the throat of another person.
While the two stumbled backwards, Ren rushed to the with the knife and knocked him away from Kafka.
They fell to the ground and tumbling.
Rennes was not strong enough. He was like a child. The rebel was tall and strong. He had longer arms and was as stubborn as a beast.
The other two were cursing for help. Kafka reached for his gun, but was immediately kicked, and one of them pulled out the pistol against his head.
boom!
Gunshots sounded.
Strangely, Kafka did not feel much pain, considering that his head should have been shot through.
The blood ran down his face, the hot blood, but it didn't hurt, and there wasn't even any shock.
The man with the pistol fell down, and his blood was smeared on the face of Little Kafka. The half of the head of the guy was gone, leaving only the broken bones and brains attached to the neck.
The other person was standing on the street with a vintage rifle gun in his hand.
He opened fire again and knocked down the second rebel. Headshot, a very clean headshot, is completely the mark of the marksman.
Kafka blinked, wondering where this guy came from?
He was supposed to be from the Imperial Army, and Klank could not recognize which army the archer ran from the street.
Ren and the other rebels stopped their scuffles, Ren pushed the dead away from him, and the tall arm-length freak was pierced through the heart with a dagger. Somehow, Ren used the in the scuffle. His own knife stabbed him to death.
"What an accident!"
Ren said as he sat up and said what Kafka had thought.
They looked up at the shooter.
"Thank you."
They spoke very well at the same time.
"You need help."
The man nodded. He was a veteran with a lot of wrinkles on his face, his military uniform was fading and faded, and even his hair was gray.
"We all need help today, friend."
"That's right."
The man said to stretch out his hand and dragged up Kafka and Ren.
"I am Kafka Jr., the kid is Rennes, and we are the 61st company."
"Shuaike, veteran."
That person's self-introduction is very simple~EbookFREE.me~ I'm trying to kill a way out of this ghost place, do you two want to come together? "
The two nodded at the same time.
"We have to overcome difficulties together."
"Or go to Huangquan together."
Shuaike's answer has a cold humor.
"But no matter which one I can accept, take your gun."
He noticed that Renn was very frustrated.
"Are you all right, lad?"
"Fortunately."
"He took a hit."
Kafka stood up to explain.
"He thought he saw his wife, his newly-wed, but that was not her, that was not a person."
"I saw her!"
Rennes was very persistent.
"Everything is an illusion today."
Shuaike's eyes flashed and seemed to be recalling.
"You can't believe your eyes, it curses all of us."
"but……"
"Your friend is right, that is not your wife."
Shuak was hesitant to say what he saw. Those things that might be called dead, but did not die completely.
"How do you know so much?"
Rennes is curious.
"I saw it, nothing more."
"What do you see?
"You will know later."
Shuak leaned down and pulled the short blade from the chest of the rebels.
The translucent cyan crystal had a handle that was hand-wrapped with wire, much like a ceremonial dagger. It reminded Orschach of something, and then he threw the disgusting thing aside.
"Come meet other people"
He turned and walked towards the street.
"other people?"
The 3000-word chapters are all a bit slower, everyone forgive me, the third is at 8pm