Gunshots at the 1140th Intersection

"Damn it! This group of bastards! This group of bastards!" The fleeing demon cursed desperately as he ran through the ruins one after another.

Their homes, everything they were proud of, had turned into such worthless ruins!

Even, at the feet of these demons flying past, there were corpses of demon civilians. In the early morning or at night, they were pierced by bomb fragments or flying stones, and fell here waiting to rot.

"Run! Keep running!" In front of an intersection, the leading demon veteran stopped in his tracks. He waved to the demon soldiers behind him, signaling them to rush through the empty intersection first.

A demon soldier held his long sword and passed the veteran in the corner panting. He saw the demon guard on the other side of the street, and he felt that he was about to be safe.

So he rushed out of the intersection and ran towards those companions, and then he saw the demon defender on the opposite side and waved his hands frantically at him.

It was a gesture for him to stop, and it was a dangerous gesture. Before it was too late to regret, the poor devil suddenly felt that one of his legs lost control.

Running wildly, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. His face was hit hard on the dirt floor, and the small stones on it were pierced with pain.

At this moment, he finally felt something piercing through his thigh, it was a piercing pain, it was a kind of desperate pain with broken bones.

The sound of the gunshot echoed in his ears, and he struggled to see a bullet go through one of his legs. Black blood flowed everywhere along the broken trousers, and the trousers on his other good leg were dyed black.

"Help! Help!" The poor demon recruit covered his thigh with his hands, desperately looking at the veteran in the corner behind him.

He desperately yelled at the veteran, hoping that someone could help him and get him out of this dangerous place.

Unfortunately, because of human snipers, no one will rush to the streets to save him, and all he can rely on now is himself.

"Who help me! Help!" The recruit struggled on the ground. He looked at the comrades who were huddled in the corner. He hoped that someone would come and help him at this time. He really hoped that someone could come and help him. .

However, no one would rush out to help him at this time, he could only lie down in the middle of the street in despair, even having difficulty turning over.

With no hope left, he turned over, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and crawled to the other side of the street regardless of the pain in his leg, he knew that he would be hit because of the veteran's arrangement, if the other party didn't let him If he took a risk, such a thing would not have happened.

It's a pity that there is always someone taking risks for everyone in that situation, but he just happens to be in the second position.

So, the poor demon began to crawl like this. He stretched out his hand and prayed in his mind, praying that the god of magic would bless him and let him reach the other side of the street safely.

Well, at this moment, the God of Magic is too busy because there are too many people praying to him.

When the poor devil stretched out his arm for the second time, a bullet flew mercilessly again and hit his shoulder.

The bullet shattered his shoulder blade, embedding his flesh and blood into the side dirt road. Black blood splattered, accompanied by the recruit's screams.

"He's luring us out!" The demon veteran leaning against the corner held down an impulsive comrade-in-arms beside him, looked at his companion struggling on the street, and said coldly, "Let's go find him!"

After speaking, the veteran turned his head, changed direction, and got into an inconspicuous alley.

The recruit who followed the veteran all the way frowned, and followed the veteran's pace with a long sword in his hand. The other two demons looked at the wounded soldier struggling on the street,

He also quickly walked into the alley where the veteran disappeared.

The rest of the demons didn't move, they just looked at the demon recruit on the street, watching the black blood flow down his clothes and slowly spread on the dirt road.

And as time passed, the poor recruit's movements became more and more sluggish and imperceptible.

If you look carefully, you can still find that this poor wounded man is still breathing, but he has no other movements other than breathing.

On the other side, the demon veteran with a long sword ran quickly for two blocks and leaned against a wall that had collapsed more than half of it.

He made a quiet gesture to the three demon soldiers behind him, and then observed the surrounding terrain.

"Did you see that second-story building? That damned human is probably hiding there! We're going to rush to the second floor...but this process is very dangerous. Who will go first?" The veteran pointed to the place not far away The ruins of the magic tower that collapsed to the point where there were only two floors left, said in a low voice.

"I'm going! I'm going to pull out his intestines and strangle him with that intestine!" A demon gritted his teeth, wanting to avenge his companion.

The demon wounded soldier lying in the middle of the road was a good friend of the demon, and now the anger had gone to his head, so that he even forgot his fear.

Holding a long sword full of rust, the angry demon stepped out of the corner and stuck to the half-collapsed magic tower.

He bypassed the mottled walls, stepped on the wooden door that fell to the ground, and rushed into the room with two floors left.

Unexpectedly, the moment he stepped into the room, the red light emitted by a device was blocked by his feet in the cracks of bricks and stones scattered at the corner of the door.

The human sniper team was blocking the entire street on the second floor, and the device on the arm of the deputy shooter who was in charge of looking out and covering suddenly vibrated.

"Someone is invading!" The wide-angle binoculars were put down smoothly, and the deputy shooter picked up his assault rifle and stood by the door: "Four!"

"Fix a few first, otherwise it will be very troublesome!" The sniper said to his companion without looking back.

"Understood!" The deputy shooter lightly slid twice on the control panel of the device worn on his wrist, and the pre-arranged booby trap downstairs exploded.

The ground shook, and the deputy shooter felt the nervous crumbling of the floor under his feet. This building could really collapse at any time, even if the deputy shooter only activated a booby-trapped fragmentation mine.

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