Chapter 242: Deadly Dawn (12)

6:47:46, July 10
The whole world was terrified. Large areas were still burning. Rumbling roars like heavy artillery came from the city. Every few minutes, a triangular wacky aircraft flew by, dragging a bright trail.
The thick smoke smeared the sky into darkness, and many bright spots of light were burning.
The dust covered the sky, it was the blue-grey dust and ash that was shaken by the violent impact, they were suspended in the air, covering all surfaces.
A slight earthquake caused some dust to fall, it penetrated into the exhaust pipe, and penetrated into the sewer, swaying like a light smoke with the breeze.
They are stained with blood.
Countless dead blood-stained skin was covered by them. They blocked the pool of blood like sawdust, smeared the faces of the bodies, and made them look as if they had been groomed by the funeral home.
Wilt was an Imperial officer with the rank of major. He moved along a road with pistols and swords in his hands.
Brown leather boots ignited the dust, followed by 131 men, and twelve others carried heavy weapons in the rear. It was a newest water-cooled heavy machine gun.
This area needs to be cleared. The commander issued an order that the entire street must be completely cleared before the other party launched a large-scale attack.
There are rebels hiding everywhere, and Wilt is very cautious because he knows that some of these so-called "rebels" are inhuman monsters, and his men can't deal with such enemies, regardless of the number of opponents.
This is why they still have to wear heavy weapons. What Wilter fears is not death. They are imperial soldiers, and the execution of orders is everything. This is the oath they made.
He was not afraid of death, but he was a veteran, and he knew he still had to stay away from pain as much as possible.
This block is too close to the Second Armory, and its presence makes the defenders in this area restless. The general fears that the rebels will seize more weapons because the first and third armies have fallen.
Wilt stood up alertly, and three people rushed into the open area ahead, escaping to the smoldering ruins on the other side.
They are normal humans, which makes him very happy, they are wearing ragged work clothes, they are defenseless.
Raise the gun, aim, shoot at the person in front, about 70 meters, move the target.
He was shot in the back of the leg, which was exactly what he wanted. Yes, the man fell to the ground and wailed in pain, still alive, just alive.
In addition to clearing this area, his team was also responsible for capturing some captives to obtain intelligence. The three men's skin was disgusting blue-grey, which was clearly a sign of the enemy.
Around him, others also raised their guns to aim.
Both men shot but missed, and only hit the dusty gravel. His adjutant shot a shot and was hit.
The man was knocked down by a headshot and died, not bad. The traitors should die.
Wilt laughed, and the adjutant responded with a smile, showing a row of white teeth in the dust.
Another shot, but not a rifle, but a deep roar.
Wilt's lieutenant exploded, minced meat and black blood splashing all over, and everyone covered with dust was smeared with a layer of vague flesh.
A spine shot at Wilt, and he immediately blinked the blood in his eyes. He saw teeth on the ground, teeth embedded in a jawbone, teeth that were still smiling at him just a second ago.
The soldiers hurriedly dispersed, and he quickly howled a command.
"Concealed! Concealed!"
A terrible warrior was rushing towards them, and he rushed out of the bunker like a blue afterimage.
They opened fire, and many bullets hit the guy. The violent impact hit the dusty blue-grey armor. They slowed his pace, but they didn't stop him.
He holds a cyan crystal sword in one hand and a dagger in the other.
His body was surrounded by corrupt blue flames, and his eyes showed a strange gray-white, quickly traversing the gun forest.
Wilt saw that he first pierced Forbes with a sword, the flesh and bones instantly turned into sludge, and then he cut down Gro, and that sword made Gro's whole person flip up, he swirled like a dancer, spraying The blood was like a red cloak, and then fell down.
After witnessing Sorko being separated by a sword, Wilt's world suddenly turned upside down and he was knocked to the ground.
The monster did not stop, he was rushing towards the machine gun squad, he knew that was the real threat.
Wilt rolled over, spitting out blood and dust, and he bit off a tongue when the guy hit him.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
The heavy machine gun was deployed in place, the machine gunner was firing, and another person knelt on the ground to lift the chain.
The man strode meteor without fear of the oncoming rain.
"Fuck the bastard!"
Wilt saw the bullet of the machine gun hit the shoulder of the bastard, flung him out, and could see the blood flying in the air.
He is also and hurt, which is good.
Suddenly, Wilt realized one thing.
The adjutant was killed by some kind of long-range weapon, but that only had swords and daggers, he only had swords and daggers, so...
The second person in gray armor appeared, and he had a weird T-shaped pistol in his hand.
He appeared on the roof of a flower shop twenty meters away ~EbookFREE.me ~ more than five meters in height, with an approach run.
He flew straight up and reached out with his feet. He had been waiting for the machine gun squad to deploy below himself. He was waiting for the machine gun to go to his colleague.
The new guy suddenly landed on the ammunition box, his feet stood firmly, and the whole box was crushed. The yellow-orange bullets were like glass beads spilled by naughty boys, flying around.
He raised his hand after standing firm, and fired continuously with a pistol within a distance of less than five meters.
boom! boom!
With two bullets and two lives, what he shot was not metal, but some kind of crystal resembling sharp glass slag.
The first guy also jumped up. In the frantic light weapon fire of the infantry squad, Wilt saw the rifle's close-range shooting after passing through the blue-grey flame, becoming as weak as plasticine, directly from his armor. Bounce off the ground.
Again, the blades flew, and the arterial blood sprayed on the hot wall.
The second warrior pulled out a sword from his waist and joined the scuffle. Within a few seconds, eight of the twelve people in the machine gun class were dead.
Wilt shouted. He shouted so hard that he seemed to turn out his internal organs.
"Retreat!!! Retreat all!!!"
But to no avail, a sword penetrated his head from behind his head, blocking his shouts in his throat.
The decaying power quickly dissolved the flesh and blood. When the hand holding the sword slammed hard and shook the solidified meat off, the last scream on the battlefield had also stopped.
He was the third son of Dawn to appear. He walked towards the other two. One of them had a huge laceration on his shoulder, which was recovering at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The three nodded at the same time as if their communication did not require any language, and then walked into the dust storm again.