From raindrops to raindrops, to now the size of soybeans... Under the dark sky, the downpour of rain shows no signs of stopping. At the same time, the battle in the city continues!

On the roads in the city that are not remote, young people with feminine faces walked without any goal, with chasing sounds, asking for help, screams... one after another, lingering in their ears.

Looking around, the houses on both sides were almost all opened, and the wooden door was half-closed in a panic-pushed manner that they were not able to take them. The streets were full of messy things, reversing wheels, dirty clothes, children's toys... and brown leather shoes floating on the pothole pond...

Mixiu stared at the floating leather shoes for a while, his eyes were stunned, and then he raised his head, his messy hair was tightly attached to his forehead, his feminine face was pale, and he looked a little embarrassed.

It seemed that he had noticed something, and turned his head slightly. At the door of the bungalow more than ten meters away on the left, an old woman wearing a gray cotton jacket and hanging down was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wooden door and looking at this place.

Looking at each other, one's eyes were dazed and a little free. The other eyes were calm, but the squinting old eyes were also a little free.

After a moment, it seemed that he finally saw Mixiu's appearance. The old woman raised her right hand with some difficulty, waved her tremblingly, and then waved her...

What does it mean? It's a little familiar... After rubbing his forehead, Mi Xiu suddenly realized. Oh, when the family caravan was attacked, his mother pushed himself into the ravines next to the road, and waved her hand like this... It turned out to be letting herself run away.

After understanding, Mishe laughed and shook his head, and then his expression suddenly froze. All things in his sight gradually faded, and a layer of hazy black mist began to cover the surroundings. One, two, three... many familiar figures floated in the air, wandering back and forth.

That was the father, sister, uncle and mother with a happy smile... Oh, damn, you shouldn't remember your mother, you are here again!

Mishe looked indifferent, and looked coldly at these familiar relatives standing not far away with a warm smile, shouting, "My son, don't worry about us, just live well.", "Brother, I miss you so much, are you okay..."

Immediately, the head of my father in front of me suddenly fell down. A bloody spear tip suddenly appeared on my sister's white clothes... The gentle words disappeared instantly, and everyone's faces became dark, and they were distorted. They raised their heads and howled, "You want to avenge us!" "Avenge..."

After changing again, everyone rushed over. He surrounded him, grabbed his arms, dragged his legs and feet, and hugged his waist and back... and saw that he was full of familiar strange faces, hatred and yelling with resentment. ‘Come down, come down with us!’ ‘Why are you still not dead…’

"Enough! It's like this every time. Every time it's...get out, get out, get out!!!"

With a sharp and long roar, Mixiu's hands suddenly opened wide, and violent fighting lights surged out like tides slamming the shore. The figures around him hurriedly retreated, cursing, and instantly dissipated.

It was still a desolate street, with soybean raindrops falling down, constantly slapping on its slightly ferocious face, causing a faint pain.

He lowered his head and leaned over, his light was gone, and then his chest was undulating. "Huff...Huff..." After a few breaths, Mixiu raised his hand to wipe the rain in his eyes, slapped, patted his face, shook his head, and water droplets scattered between his hair.

No, I have to think about something happy... I turned around and looked around because the Douming rays just now broke out, and I cleaned up within more than ten meters nearby without any debris.

With a raised eyebrows, yes, this place is close to the city, so it has not been captured yet. However, it will not take long to make this place become all ruins. Those who escaped in advance will definitely not be able to survive. They will die, and they will die! Oh, and this widowed old woman, when Bran's soldier comes here, she will be stabbed to death with a shot, or her head will be cut off directly to record her merits...

"Huh...haha!" He sighed with a long sigh and laughed evilly for a few more times. Mixiu rubbed his forehead and his expression finally calmed down.

Thinking of this, it felt better... But it was not enough! Thinking of this, Mishe walked a few steps forward and jumped onto a pointed roof.

After all, Shuguang City has just been built, and people with some identity are worried that money will be exposed, which will attract investigation, so most of the houses in the city only have one floor, and few multi-story buildings are found.

In this way, under the misty rain, the gray roofs spread like waves, only green trees and blurry black smoke rising from many places broke the gray tiles.

Destruction is always easier than construction, and this place will eventually become a ruin!

Thinking of this, Mishe's mouth slightly raised, the destruction and the pleasure of revenge were swept away all the unpleasantness just now. He pressed his left chest and murmured to himself, "You can be satisfied now..."

At this moment, a messy sound came.

"I'm going to catch up, run, run..." "Hey..." "Hey... Captain Mishe, that's Captain Mishe!"

I must have heard Mixiu's long roar just now. About a hundred civilians came here, including old and young, men and women... I ran away in a hurry, and my faces were extremely frightened.

However, after a person in the team suddenly found Mishe standing on the roof, the crowd was suddenly ecstatic and flocked to him, and urgent calls for help came one after another.

Of course, the people in the gray-clothed army knew who Mixiu was. Even compared to the fact that Tang En, the second-person in the gray space of Mixiu, who had been away from the garrison for a long time, was more familiar to everyone.

However, the sad and happy people did not notice Mishe standing on the roof. At this moment, he looked cold and plain. He just glanced at this side, then turned his head, as if he hadn't seen him.

"Captain Mithur, there is a hundred-man enemy army coming from behind. Save us!" "Captain Mithur, Captain Mithur..." "Save us..."

No matter how sad everyone shouted, the slightly thin figure in the wind and rain still stood quietly, without any intention of coming down to help. After a moment, someone finally found something was wrong and the shouting gradually became weaker.

Just as everyone was surprised and confused, hundreds of Bran soldiers wearing standard armor rushed out at the intersection of the streets, just glanced at this side, and immediately rushed towards them like a wolf or a tiger.

Although this is the center of the city and is not the main battlefield for the time being, in this chaotic situation, it is reasonable that several Bran teams occasionally rushed in.

Wow... In an instant, more than a hundred civilians around the house suddenly panicked. Most of them screamed in fear and ran away subconsciously, while others were still crying for help at Mishe.

But at this time, Mixiu's eyes drooped, his eyes closed, his lips moved slightly, and his murmurs disappeared in the wind and rain: "Save you? Haha, who will save me? Who will save my dead relatives... Why! Die, die..."

Because of these people's abnormal behavior, some Bran soldiers also discovered Mishe's existence and were a little hesitant. No matter how you look at it, the guy standing on the roof should not be a good person to mess with.

However, when the soldiers saw the red cloth strip representing their own people in Mixiu's left arm, they immediately felt relieved, with a playful look and a ferocious look, slashing dozens of people who had never had time to escape!

"ah……"

Amid the screams, a woman who turned around and ran away was hit by a sword in the back, and instantly flew out and hit the wall of the house next to her. Blood splashed everywhere, and then she squirmed down with the rain.

At this time, in the chaos, a scream containing infinite grief and anger was clearly heard, "Traitor! Mithu, you shameless traitor!"

Mixiu slowly turned his head and looked faint. He was a young woman with a pretty face. He probably knew that she would never be able to escape. At this time, he waved his fingers with despair and anger on his face and shouted loudly.

"How come the gray-clothed army is out of you, a bastard? After your death, your soul will definitely fall to the bottom of the abyss hell, and be burned by the flames of hell at all times... Ah, let me go, bastard, let me go..."

During the fierce resistance, the young woman was dragged into the empty room by a soldier with a grin and then she heard only the sound of clothes tearing and constant cursing and struggling...

Withdrew his gaze and pinched his eyebrows, Misho raised his head indifferently to welcome the heavy rain.

Swear, continue to scold... It seems to be a little better...
Chapter completed!