Chapter 300: Slaughter enters Veronica (Part 2)

　　 Phil shook his head, not understanding why he was lying on his back between a dust and gravel.
　　 He didn't remember falling or being hit, but when he turned his body, a wave of pain and cramp suddenly grabbed him. He snorted and knew what the pain represented.
　　 He turned to stand and looked to the west, and saw a boiling fire column go straight to the sky, and the turbulent waves rolled into the world in his eyes. The twitching pain in his body told him how powerful the energy released by the explosion.
　　 Shock waves spread through the city like an earthquake, and the houses that were stolen from the ferocious barrage collapsed in front of this force.
　　As the light gradually dimmed, Phil saw a blazing figure on the horizon ramming like a irritated bull.
He heard the sound of metal shrills and shattered glass shattering the earth. All the potential hopes were turned into sky ashes and lost hopes in this loud noise. The huge town bell tower crashed to the ground, and another shock wave The city is spreading, and the city landmark's harvest goddess also explodes into a ball of fire.
This triple destruction made Phil feel terrified and frightened. This is the death knell of his hometown. The line of defense no longer exists, and the entire city has disappeared. After the enemy has vented their original destruction, they quickly look for it. A goal.
　　 He climbed out of the pit with difficulty and found no shadow of Ouke around him. However, he also saw a dozen other militiamen who survived by hiding in the ruins.
　　 "It's Mr. Phil!"
　　 They found him and quickly dragged him to a relatively safe position.
　　 Gauze and bandages temporarily stopped his blood, but Phil knew that his injuries were fatal enough. Even if he survived at this time, subsequent infections would kill him.
　　 "Can't stay here, we are going to meet other people."
　　Despite his short life, Phil still hopes to save more people before he dies.
He led the defeated soldiers through the ruins of his beloved city, and absorbed a dizzy militia along the road. They gathered from the east to the green square. At this time, he had nearly a hundred more soldiers beside him, and looked forward to There are survivors in the center of the city because they need more people to resist Oak.
　　 "I killed one."
　　 "I killed two and buried them on the side of the road with several grenades."
　　 "If I were ten years younger, I could kill at least three more!"
　　 There were no complaints and sighs of failure along the way, and most people seemed very calm and brave. They had no longer the luxury of survival, and some were only full of hatred, especially those who lost their loved ones in this attack.
　　Fel firmly believes that bitter hatred will eventually be cast into a powerful blade, stab into the heart of the beast.
　　 may not be the present, and may have to wait a long time, but Phil does not mind being the cornerstone of the cliff of hatred. They are the first pioneers, and humanity will one day find hope of victory from their failure.
　　 This is what he firmly believes in.
　　 The square is directly in front. When Phil saw a lot of tree-shaped marbles collapsed on the ground and covered with bullet holes, he suddenly realized where this retreat route led him to Jinju Street.
A statue on the far left side escaped. Its golden trunk was as clean as new, just like leaving the sculptor's workshop. This made Phil almost laugh. He stopped to escape from the defense zone. And raised his hand to touch the orange painted with gold.
　　 "You are indeed lucky"
　　 He whispered, feeling silly but he didn't care.
　　 "If you have extra luck, give me a little better."
　　 "Superstition is not for you."
　　 A voice behind him said that Phil smiled with a sincere relief, turned around in front of the statue and saw his friend Sergeant Lorne limp among the retreating soldiers.
　　Phil went to meet him immediately, and the two hugged like brothers.
"what happened?"
　　 asked Phil, his voice weaker and weaker
　　 "The northern defense line was lost."
　　 The other party's answer is very simple, but Phil does not need more explanation.
　　 "Where are we going?"
　　 "The last line of defense."
　　Fair glanced at the gathered team, probably less than three hundred people.
　　 "What last line of defense?"
　　 "The north-south front between the train station and the No. 9 storage station, with the eleventh water tower in the middle."
　　 "That's a long line of defense,"
　　 "I know, but it is shorter than the previous one. If we can persist long enough, there will be a part of the civilians who have not evacuated to get more opportunities to escape, which is at least some value."
　　 "There are not many people."
　　 "We can only do so much."
After Phil finished speaking, he glanced farther away. He had heard signs of chasing soldiers. He never expected the wizard to hold Ok for too long. He swallowed his anger and understood that it was not helpful because it had too much. The goal.
　　He led the rest of the militia across the square and went all the way to the street in front of the train station. When passing by the stone tower with a huge water tank on top, Phil couldn't help but cast a glance.
Like the kumquat statue, it miraculously escaped the bombing catastrophe. At this time, the station hall was full of civilians who had escaped from the anger of Ok. They used to have different classes, but the enemy’s bullets and Blade doesn't care what identity it wipes out. Frightened residents poured into the station from all sides, fled towards the easternmost exit, or pinned their hopes on the next train to come to the rescue.
　　 A broken arch lay at the exit of the station. Collapsed stone pillars and metal debris scattered around. The bright white figure of the city hall not far away was almost covered by the smoky black smoke.
　　Fair finally counted the strength at hand. There were 312 soldiers, which was pitiful compared to the strength at the beginning of the battle, but still more than he expected.
　　 He couldn't help guessing how many people fell under the enemy, and how many people died in the raging fire of the city.
　　 He left that question out, it didn't help, he had more important things to do.
　　The remaining militiamen lined up in the former lush park at the foot of the water tower. All the people with guns formed a defensive line around the park, and their muzzles were uniformly directed to the northwest.
The scent from the burnt bark and vegetation spread like dense fog in the air, and the smoke from the wood turning into ashes hung down on the ground, like a poison cloud swirling around the feet. Become quiet.
　　Phil stared ahead, a huge figure was coming out of the thick smoke, he remembered that thing, the scene began to coincide with his memory.
"what happened?"
　　Lorne noticed his somewhat frozen expression.
　　 "It's coming"
"Who?"
　　! ! ! !
　　 A terrible anger reverberates on the square, every piece of glass on the water tower explodes into diamond-like debris, and they sprinkle like crystal rain, and each piece reflects the fire and black smoke on the battlefield.
　　Lorne knelt on one knee, and the huge noise almost burst his eardrum.
　　 "Kaimon is up, what is that?"
　　 Before his voice fell, he remembered how he had heard such a howl.
　　 "Ok's leader."
　　Fair looked at the distance and whispered softly, he recalled his experience not long ago.
The surging Ouke gave way to both sides, and everyone saw a tall and majestic white Ouke walking across the line of fire surrounded by a group of silver armored monsters~EbookFREE.me~Veronica's In the end, the irreversible event finally came.
　　 "No more trains! Say again! There are no more trains!"
　　The dispatcher at the North Station of Arkham snarled to the other end through the microphone, then hung up angrily.
　　 He took a few deep breaths to soothe his excitement. He came to the window to watch the busy railway. Trains were constantly moving in and out. Now the entire station has reached the state of full load.
　　Everything is because of the of death!
　　 Now the whole city is evacuating, not only the population, but also the factory has to be moved away, but in his view it is almost impossible to complete the task, and even the task of 30 is not expected!
　　The time is too short, the railway capacity is there, either more people or more goods.
　　Of course, the first requirement of business owners is to ensure the safety of their own property. The request of the mayor’s office is to transport refugees as much as possible. This conflict cannot be resolved by him, and even the station master cannot solve it.
　　 "Damn, why is this so?"
　　 angrily slammed the guardrail, the dispatcher turned back to the desk, and a newspaper with a strong ink smell was placed on the table.
　　Slayers enter Veronica! Where is our army! ?
　　 300 chapters to commemorate! Unconsciously, it has been written for almost half a year.
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