"Damn it! These bastards! These bastards! As he ran wildly past one rubble after another, the fleeing demon cursed in despair.

Their homes, everything they were proud of, had been turned into worthless ruins like this in front of them!

Even, at the feet of these demons rushing by, there were corpses of demonic civilians. In the early morning or at night, they were pierced by the fragments of bombs or flying stones, and lay here waiting to rot.

"Run! Keep running! In front of an intersection, the demon veteran at the head stopped, and he beckoned to the demon soldiers behind him, signaling them to rush through the empty intersection first.

A demon soldier with his sword in his hand, panting past the veteran in the corner, saw the demon defenders on the other side of the street, and he sensed that he was about to be safe.

So he rushed out of the intersection and ran wildly at his companions, and then he saw the demon defenders on the opposite side, waving their hands at him frantically.

It was a gesture to stop, a gesture of danger. There was no time to regret it, and the poor demon suddenly felt that one of his legs had lost control of himself.

Running wildly, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. His face slammed into the dirt floor, and he was pierced by the pebbles on it.

At this time, he finally felt something penetrate his thigh, it was a piercing pain, it was a desperate pain that broke all the bones.

The sound of gunfire echoed in his ears, and he struggled to see one of his legs pierced by a bullet. Black blood flowed everywhere from his torn pants, staining the pants on his other intact leg black.

"Help! Help me! The poor demon recruit covered his thighs with his hands and looked desperately at the veteran in the corner behind him.

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

Unfortunately, because of the human snipers, no one would rush to the streets to save him, and the only one he could rely on now was himself.

"Who's going to help me! Help me! The recruit struggled on the ground, he looked at his comrades huddled in the corner, he hoped that someone would come and help him at this time, he really hoped that someone would come and help him.

It's just that no one will rush out to help him at this time, he can only lie in the middle of the street in despair, and it is difficult to even turn over.

With no hope left, he rolled over, gritted his teeth, and despite the pain in his legs, he reached out and crawled to the other side of the street, knowing that he would be hit because of the old soldier's arrangement, and if the other party didn't let him take the risk, this would not have happened.

It's a shame that someone has to take a risk for everyone in that situation, but he just happens to be in the second position.

And so, the poor demon began to crawl, and as he stretched out his hand, he prayed in his mind that the god of magic would protect him and make it safely to the other side of the street.

Well, at this moment, the god of magic is too busy now, because there are too many people praying to him.

When the poor demon stretched out his arm for the second time, a bullet flew mercilessly and struck him in the shoulder.

The bullet shattered his shoulder blades and buried flesh in the dirt road beside him. Black blood splattered out, accompanied by the recruit's screams.

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

With that, the veteran turned his head, changed direction, and burrowed into an inconspicuous alley.

The recruit who had followed the veteran all the way frowned and kept up with the veteran with his sword. The other two demons looked at the wounded soldier who was struggling in the street, and walked quickly into the alley where the veteran had disappeared.

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

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

If you look closely, you can still see that this poor wounded man is still breathing, but he has no other movement except breathing.

On the other side, the demon veteran with a long sword ran briskly for two blocks before leaning against a wall that had collapsed more than a half.

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

"See that two-story building? That damn human might well be hiding in that place! We're going to rush to the second floor...... But the process is dangerous, who will go first? The veteran pointed to the ruins of the magic tower that had collapsed not far away, and said in a low voice.

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

The demonic wounded soldier lying in the middle of the road was the demon's best friend, and now the anger had carried over him so much that he forgot even his fear.

The enraged demon stepped around the corner with a rusty sword and stuck to the half-collapsed magic tower.

He bypassed the mottled walls, stepped on the fallen wooden door, and rushed into the room, which had two floors remaining.

No one saw that the moment he stepped into the room, the red light emitted by a device in the corners of the door was blocked by the red light of a device in the few seemingly randomly scattered masonry crevices in the corner of the door.

The human sniper team, which was blocking the entire street on the second floor, suddenly shook the device on the arm of the assistant shooter who was in charge of lookout and cover.

"Someone is invading!" Smoothly put down the wide-angle telescope, and the deputy shooter picked up his assault rifle and stood by the door: "Four!" ”

"Solve a few first, or it will be troublesome!" The sniper didn't look back, and said to his companion.

"Understood!" The co-shooter slid twice over the control panel of the device he was wearing on his wrist, and the pre-arranged mine downstairs exploded.

The ground shook, and the sub-shooter felt the tense crumbling of the floor beneath his feet. The building could collapse at any moment, even if the sub-shooter activated a splinter kill.