Release that Witch

However, the enemy's offensive has not been suspended, but it has become increasingly fierce.

Then there were ten stone pillars whistling from the sky, the smoke and the red mist that flew together, almost obscured the moonlight; the gravel smashed into the ground, and it was difficult to even raise the head to the end of the legendary disaster. This is not the case in front of this scene. One of them happened to be in the iron box stacking place. Danny had a direct shock from the huge impact without warning. When he reacted, he was lying on the ground.

"Oh... **** it," he coughed twice, only to feel a pain in his chest, and his mouth was full of salty rust. "Mal, you...all right?"

"I don't care," Malt's eager voice rang in his ear. "But you are hurt!"

"I guess the rib is broken?" Danny took a breath and sighed. "There is nothing important, as long as it doesn't prevent me from pulling the trigger, I can continue to fight."

He groped his arms back and forth until the familiar touch was introduced into the palm of his hand, and he was relieved that his gun had not been lost.

"No, you have to escape from here, the sooner the better!" The voice of malt is almost pleading.

Danny struggled to prop up his body and leaned against the iron box that had been twisted and deformed behind his back.

Just such a small action, almost exhausted all his strength.

In front of him, a black stone pillar standing like a high wall was bursting with red mist, and it was about to open soon.

Danny slowly lifted the gun and his chest could not be used. He put it on his shoulder and used his knee as a gun to reach a distance of less than ten meters. He didn't feel that he would miss it.

"Enough, don't force it anymore! Why don't you go?"

For a moment, he felt that it was like a scream of malt, and he was asking himself.

Because I don't want to stay away from this smell of smoke, I don't want you to disappear...

The slate crashed down and the gunshots sounded at the same time.

The old friend in his hand did not live up to his expectations.

Even if the enemy has not torn the bag of the package, the bullet has already penetrated the position of the target head.

Only this time, the devil did not collapse.

It walked out of the cylinder indifferently, and smashed the broken capsule stuck to the body, revealing the whole picture in front of Danny.

It was a devil who was much larger than the madman. He was covered by weird armor. When the other party stood up straight, its elongated shadow shrouded him, as if it were covered. In this darkness, only the eyes of the enemy are shining red.

Danny put the second bullet into the gun and pulled the trigger again.

Only heard a soft bang, the devil's chest smashed out the ignition light, and there was a light blue scorpion, like a swinging water surface.

The devil stared at him with cold eyes and walked toward him step by step.

No weapons are shown, and no pace is accelerated. This is undoubtedly a scorn that is beyond words.

Danny mechanically repeated the action in his hand to pull the bolt and fire, and the other side let the bullet hit the body, nothing to move.

"No..." Malt sobbed desperately.

Just as he fired for the fourth time, the devil's chest suddenly burst into a dazzling fire!

"boom!"

In the deafening loud noise, the other side was directly attacked and flew out and slammed into the iron box.

Looking at the muzzle of a blue smoke, Danny could not help but smash.

Then a man stood in front of him.

"Retreat, mortal," the man slightly turned his face. "You are not its opponent. Here we will take over."

He holds an amazing musket in his hand, and the bullets that are licking around his waist are almost as thick as the wrists. This is obviously not affordable for the average person. And the comers are also wrapped in armor from head to toe, and look a bit like the devil.

"Special tactical squad."

Danny’s heart flashed a thought.

Since the debut of the first expedition, this unit has become the most mysterious unit in the first army. They never appeared in training, and no one knows their exact number and location. The only thing that is certain is that they all come from the selection of their Majesty. It can be said that there is no such thing as the most elite combat force in Winter City.

"Roar!"

The devil climbed out of the iron box of the east, and made a breathtaking roar than the previous contempt. It finally changed its attitude and took off the double-edged sword from the back.

"Oh, the high-level devil promoted by the Lord of Hell, it is not difficult to blame the magic reaction so strongly." The man rushed to the enemy without fear, "and we continue to this moment!"

A number of fighters dressed in the same costumes followed him and the situation gradually changed after the group joined the battle. Obviously carrying an astonishing weight, they can go farther than the speed of ordinary people, and push the enemy into the corner. And the play can be described as brutal and rude. After emptying the ammunition, instead of looking for a bunker, it is a puncture with a knives and a slash around the enemy!

Although the devil also has agility that is inconsistent with the figure, it can be clipped by several madmen and four breads at the same time. The blue ripple on the other side has become more and more dim, obviously it is quite expensive.

It is a warrior who is secretly cultivated under the arm.

But here is his stage too.

Let yourself back? Unless he stops breathing completely.

Danny gritted his teeth and used himself as a bracket for the gun, aiming the scope at the battlefield.

When a sneak attack from the rear of a special tactical squad was knocked down by a sniper rifle, the man looked back at him.

Daniela opened the bolt and forced the smoke that had not been exhausted into the lungs to mix with the tingling and intoxication, forming an indescribable taste.

It feels great, isn't it? malt.

......

"Hell! What the **** is the artillery battalion doing?"

"Can you let these **** stone needles rain for a while!"

"They won't be throwing a bunch of newcomers into the front line."

In the outer ring of the camp, the soldiers squashed under the seesaw and complained that the fish **** were one of them. Although his position is a high-altitude machine gun group, it is not a fearful beast that comes from time to time in the night sky, but a more incredible thing. It is not a good idea to stand outside to control the machine gun.

After they were awakened by the attack, they immediately entered the line of defense according to the emergency regulations. The road did not encounter the devil, but was quickly knocked down by crossfire and mortar. As it turned out, the line of defense did not suffer any shock, and the comrades-in-arms were still inexplicably questioning who they were shooting. Just as everyone thought that the next step was to clear the scattered invaders, there were new instructions on the scene, no matter what the situation in the camp, they were not allowed to leave the trenches and prepare to meet the real enemy.

A group of devils are coming from the southeast to the camp, they are the main force of the night attack.

Fish **** can't help but think of the expeditions a few months ago. The swarming enemies are just like the tides. They run faster than horses, and they can be scared when they look at them. Fortunately, the First Army had already prepared for it, and the intensive firepower made the enemy two hundred meters away.

But now, there is no solid bunker on the defense line. The support of the artillery is delayed. There will be a wave of explosions at every other time above the top of the head. Coupled with the extreme vision at night, he does not know whether the battle is going on. It can be as smooth as the last time.

"They are coming!" Suddenly someone shouted, "The distance is one thousand five, everyone is ready!"

One thousand five hundred meters? It’s good to see things two hundred meters away on such a night! Apparently the message was given to the witch who had the eye of the sky. However, the command on the top is absolute. As long as the firing order is issued, even if the knife falls on the sky, it cannot be regressed. Fish **** can't help but bite their teeth and get ready to enter the machine gun position.

At this time, the sound of the train whistle suddenly came from afar!