Chapter 675

Chapter 675

2014-08-16

From raindrops to raindrops, to the size of soybean grains... Under the dark sky, the downpour There is no sign of stopping. At the same time, the battle in the city continues!

On the road in the city that is not considered remote, the young man with a sullen face walked without any goal, and the chaotic sounds of hacking, cries for help, screams... One after another, lingering in the ears.

Empty eyes look around, almost all the houses on both sides are open, and the wooden door is half-closed in a gesture of being pushed open in a panic, and it is too late to bring it. The streets are full of everything in disorder, collapsed wheels, dirty clothes, children's toys...and, brown leather shoes floating on the potholes and ponds...

Miksu stared at the floating leather shoes After watching for a while, his eyes were dazed, and then he lifted the head, his messy hair clinging to his forehead, complexion pale, looking a little embarrassed.

It seemed that she noticed something, she turned her head slightly, and at the door of the bungalow more than ten meters away on the left, an old lady dressed in a gray cotton jacket was sitting on the ground, half leaning on the wooden door, looking towards here.

Looking at each other, one of the eyes is in a trance, a little wandering. One of the eyes was calm, but the squinted turbid old eyes were also somewhat stray.

For a moment, it seemed that she finally saw Miksu's face clearly, Old Lady raised her right hand with some difficulty, waved tremblingly, then waved again...

What does that mean? Woolen cloth? It's a little familiar... Miksu rubbed his forehead. Oh, when the family caravan was attacked, the mother pushed herself into the roadside gully and waved like this... It turned out to be to let herself escape.

Understood, Miksu laughed and shook his head, then his expression suddenly froze, all kinds of things in sight gradually faded, and a hazy black mist began to cover all around, one, two, three... many familiar The silhouette floats in the air, wandering back and forth.

That's the father, the younger sister, the uncle, and the mother with the happy smile... oh damn, shouldn't think of the mother, here you go again!

Blurry thoughts, Miksu looked indifferent, looking coldly at these familiar relatives standing not far away, with a warm smile on his face, shouting 'My son, don't miss us, just live on your own ', 'big brother, I miss you so much, how are you...'

Immediately, the father's head suddenly fell in front of him, and the young sister's clean white clothed clothes suddenly showed a blood-colored spear tip. ...The kind words disappeared instantly, and everyone's faces darkened, savagely twisted, raised their heads and screamed, 'You want to avenge us! ''Revenge...'

It changed again, everyone rushed over, surrounded him, grabbed arms, dragged legs, hugged his back... It was easy to see, they were all one and the same. Zhang Zhang's familiar unfamiliar faces, resentful and horrible, shouting resentment, 'Come down, come down with us! ''Why aren't you dead yet...'

"Enough! It's like this every time, every time it's... roll, roll, roll!!!"

With a sharp whistle, Miksu's hands suddenly opened wide, and the violent fighting light gushed out like a tidal wave, and the silhouettes around hurriedly retreated, cursing, and dissipated in an instant.

It was still a desolate street. Soybean raindrops poured down one after another, constantly slapping the slightly hideous face, causing faint pain.

He lowered his head and leaned over, his stubborn eyes were all restrained, and then his chest rose and fell, "hū chī ... hū chī ..." After a few breaths, Miksu raised his hand to wipe the rain from his eyes, patted his face, patted his face, Shaking his head, water droplets scattered from his hair.

No, I have to think about something happy... I turned around and looked around, because of the outbreak of the fight just now, the surrounding area of more than ten meters was cleaned up, and no debris was seen.

eyebrow raised, yes, it's close to the city, so it hasn't been captured yet. But it won't be long before this place will be reduced to all ruins, and those who escaped in advance are sure that all of them will survive, they will die, they will all die! Oh, and this lonely old woman, when the Titus soldiers come here, she will be easily killed by a spear thrust, or directly cut off her head for credit...

"Hoo...haha!" After a long sigh of relief and a few more evil laughs, Miksu rubbed his forehead, and his expression finally calmed down.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little better...but, it's not enough! With that in mind, Miksu took a few steps forward and jumped onto a pointed roof.

After all, Dawn City has just been built, and people with a bit of identity are worried that their money will be exposed, which will lead to investigation, so most of the houses in the city have only one floor, and multi-storey buildings are rarely seen.

As such, look around. The mist and rain were misty, and the gray roof of row upon row spread like waves, only green trees and vague black smoke rising from many places broke the gray tile waves.

It is always easier to destroy than to build, here, it will eventually be reduced to ruins!

Thinking of this, the corners of Miksu's mouth twitched slightly, the ** of destruction and the pleasure of revenge, and all the unpleasant things just now were swept away at once. Pressing on his left chest, he muttered to himself, "You can be satisfied now..."

At this moment, a chaotic voice came,

"You have to catch up. Come on, run, run..." "Help..." "Hey... Miksu Captain, that's Miksu Captain!"

You should have heard Miksu's long scream just now, about a hundred people The commoners came here, including old and young, males and females... They fled in a hurry, and their faces were extremely frightened.

But when one of the team suddenly spotted Miksu standing on the roof, the crowd jumped in ecstasy, swarming, and screaming for help one after another.

The Grey Cloth Armed Force certainly knows who Miksu is. Even relative to being out of the station for a long time, Tang En seems a bit mysterious. Miksu, Eisoan's No. 2 figure, is better known to everyone.

However, the people who were suddenly happy did not notice Miksu who was standing on the roof. At this time, his face was indifferent and flat, he just glanced here, and then turned his head away, as if he had never seen him.

"Miksu Captain, there is an enemy army of 100 people coming from behind, help us!" "Miksu Captain, Miksu Captain..." "Save us..."

No matter how the crowd cried out, the slightly thin silhouette in the wind and rain still stood quietly, without any intention of coming down to help. After a while, someone finally realized that something was wrong, and the shouting gradually became weaker.

In the unfathomable mystery, everyone in the unfathomable mystery was in shock. Not far from the street intersection, hundreds of Titus soldiers in standard armor rushed out, just glanced this way, and immediately swung swords like wolves. Fiercely rushed like a tiger.

Although this is the center of the city, it is not the main battlefield for the time being. But in this chaotic situation, it makes sense for a few Titus teams to rush in occasionally.

Wow...In an instant, the hundreds of commoners surrounding the house panicked, most of them screamed in horror and subconsciously fled, and some were still crying out to Miksu for help.

But at this time, Miksu's eyes were drooping, he had closed his eyes, lips slightly moving, murmuring annihilated in the wind and rain: "Save you? Hehe, then who will save me? Who will save me? What about the dead relatives...why! Die, die..."

Because of these people's unusual behavior, some Titus soldiers also discovered Miksu's existence, and felt a little hesitant. Because no matter how you look at it, the guy standing on the roof shouldn't be a messy person.

However, when the soldiers saw the red strip of cloth on Miksu's left arm, which represented their own people, they immediately felt relieved. Ten people!

"Ah..."

Amidst the screams, a woman who turned and ran away was slashed in the back by a sword, and instantly flew out and hit the wall of the house next door. splashed, and then meandered down with the rain.

At this time, in the chaos, a scream containing infinite grief and anger clearly came out, "Traitor! Miksu, you shameless traitor!"

Miksu turned his head slowly. Come on, look calm. It was a young woman with a delicious and pretty face. She should have known that she would never be able to run. At this time, she waved her fingers with despair and anger, and shouted loudly.

"How did the Grey Cloth Armed Force come out of you bastard, after your death your soul will fall into the bottom of the abyss and be burned by the Hell Raging Flames all the time... Ah, let me go, bastard, Let me go..."

During the fierce resistance, the young woman was dragged into an empty room by a soldier grinning hideously, and then she could only hear the sound of clothes being torn and constantly scolding and struggling...

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He retracted his gaze, pinched his eyebrows, Miksu lifted the head with an indifferent expression, and was greeted by the heavy rain.

Swear, keep scolding... I feel, it seems to be a little better...

"Huh?" His eyes suddenly narrowed, and in the rain curtain of the sky in the distance, it was There are three silhouettes dragging the splendid splendor and rushing towards here...