Chapter 275: "Red Devil" (Part 2)

Varu's cough caused a burning, sharp pain in his flanks.
The smoke surrounded him, and there were corpses, no, not just corpses, but lumps.
He forced himself to move his feet, panting because of the severe pain from his body, and feeling dizzy.
The hand touched the slippery fluid in front of the forehead, where blood was dripping, but the most severe pain came from the lateral abdomen.
When the buckle that fixed the breastplate was unfastened, he couldn't help but accumulate a bit of teeth, pulling out the long metal fragments that slipped the armor and inserted into his flanks.
He dropped the fragments on the ground, at least he was still alive, which was much better than the others lying on the ground.
The wave of explosion hit the armory, smoke and dust were scattered from the rubble piles, some walls became black, the ancient murals burned, and many corpses scattered around him also caught fire, and the stench of human flesh and fat made Varus Do evil.
He coughed painfully and felt the ground beneath his feet shaking, indicating that there was an explosion somewhere.
"Are you alive?"
The shout came, and the Vulu walked to the source of the sound, away from the fierce purgatory behind him.
The three imperial soldiers ran to the neighboring house. Varus quickly followed, and felt another wave of explosion shaking under their feet, so they accelerated their pace and gritted their teeth against the physical pain.
He must leave this area quickly.
Staggering through the thick smoke that seemed to surround him, Varu moved in the direction of the station as he remembered.
Stepping through the chaotic streets, I walked past several bodies lying on the ground with gunshot wounds on their heads.
He stooped and picked up a spear, which was heavy and inconvenient in his hands, but it was a weapon anyway.
Crossing the corner, I saw two soldiers standing next to a fallen man. He was wearing plain yellow robes and seemed to have just died.
As soon as they saw Waru, and the military uniform on him, the two soldiers ran over.
"I am Jiulian. What the happened here?"
"The city wall was lost."
A soldier answered his question.
"Our commander is recruiting us to go near the station. You better come with us."
Varu nodded, keeping up with his compatriots as much as possible.
It is still noon, not right, it should be said to be close to the afternoon.
Varu thought, how long has it been since he lost consciousness?
He saw a large number of imperial soldiers constructing barricades along the street, and a small group of law enforcement officers in Harar. The streets were full of people, and the crowds were crowded in all directions.
Boom~!
When a grenade hit a roof, people quickly stooped to seek cover, and then the newly built barricade was fired by intensive fire.
The sound of soldiers howling, mixed with uncoordinated gunshots and blasts, for Varu, finally escaped from the burning armory, but seemed to have entered another hell.
"Soldier! Come with me!"
But the disaster of Varu had just begun, he was still in a trance, the spear in his hand was taken away, and then a rifle was stuffed in.
The officer holding the pistol stared at him, then stretched his hand over his shoulder and pushed him forward.
"Don't linger! We need to reorganize the line of defense!"
Looking at the enemies around him, feeling the fear emanating from them, Grak licked his lips.
His thumb flicked the raised button on the handle of the axe, the sharp sawtooth screamed and came back to life, he could feel the "teacher" trembling in his hands with an almost unstoppable hunger, he bit the sharp Tooth jaws, feeling the weapon connected with flesh and blood, tiny barbs pierced the palm, making him extremely excited.
The soldiers in uniform all around quickly fled into the open area, and no defender dared to stay against the enemies between them. The impact of Gram's power became the last straw to crush them. The mechanics around The kid was firing at the broken soldiers.
"Waaagh!"
He roared violently, rushing into the enemy's left and right, and the screaming chain saw cut off flesh and blood. When he rushed out of the crowd, his body was covered with blood.
The nerve boy brandished a stabbing heavy iron rod and smashed a soldier's face. Blood and brain splatters suddenly splashed his twisted face. Grak knew that this guy hadn't been in a long time.
The Bloodfang Guard easily tore the Empire's defenses, and then Grak saw a group of shrimps in gray robes, holding rifles and grenades, drilled out of the streets on both sides.
"Follow me!!"
He ran towards the enemy through the blood-soaked cobblestone ground, and the shrimp immediately opened fire.
The bullets passed over Grak's head, he roared into the encirclement, the tomahawk easily tore apart the armor and the flesh, he felt that the beast in his hand was pleased by the splashing blood, and the killing instinct led his arm to drive him Use the sawtooth belt that whistles to turn to death.
The metal and the pipeline ate the blood, the gears covered with the axe turned rapidly, and the waaagh position around the surging force rushed to the whole body of Gram, and then he split the chest of another victim with the axe, causing the sharp serration to bite. Open flesh and ribs.
"All kill me!!! One will not stay!!!"
boom!
The entire street was almost clear, and a bullet suddenly hit Grak's eyebrows, tilting his head to the left.
Putting down the high tomahawk and the twitching of his head a few times, Grak turned his head to see who dared to shoot the cold gun at him.
"Damn!!"
Varu shivered with renewed reloading of bullets with shaking hands, although the single shot of this gun was powerful enough, but...
The effect of the previous blow seems to only slightly stimulate some of the tall monsters that lead other Oak, so another shot may only delay the other party’s footsteps~EbookFREE.me~Varo knows that death has come to Kazakhstan Lor, his life began to count down.
Kai Meng blessed my soul.
He can only pray.
The line of defense organized by the empire was being slaughtered at will. Varu saw a bullet in someone's left shoulder and then exploded on the spot. When he fell to the ground, blood spattered his body like a mist, and the left half of the torso was completely Disappeared without a trace.
Immediately, another person was knocked down like a stick by the green leather gun, and the force of the knock made the head shatter like glass.
The behemoth that had just been shot by Varu approached him through this scuffle, and he scolded again.
The monster's size was far more than that of Varu. His stature was never short, but he could barely reach the beast's chest.
With a click, the bullet was finally loaded, and Varu once again fired a gun at the tall Ouk warlord. The gun was shot in a hurry, too late to aim, but it still hit the beast's wrist.
"Sneaky Shrimp!"
With an angry roar, Grake snapped the rifle in the opponent's hand empty-handed, and then freed his left hand to grasp the opponent's throat.
His hand almost encircled the other person's neck, feeling the fragility under his fingers, and the tendons and ligaments slowly contracted to exert pressure.
Grak lifted the man into the air, his feet were unable to kick in a mess only half a meter off the ground, and the warlords of Ok pulled the opponent closer to him.
"Does it hurt? Shrimp."
His breath slammed into Varo's face like a gust of wind mixed with corpses, making him almost suffocate to death.
"But it will become more painful next."
After he finished speaking, he threw the person aside, and seven or eight big jumps waiting for a long time immediately rushed up. The screaming accompanied by the sound of flesh and bone tears continued for a long time.