"Sir, I saw the light of fire. It should be the light of the muzzle of the gun!" The child's voice behind him made Marlin stunned. He turned his head with some difficulty and saw Kane, a child, holding a pot on his head.

Noticing Marin's gaze, the kid grinned, and at the same time, the strip that had been coded in Marin's visual perception hung from his nostrils.

Very much like myself back then.

This little bastard, Marin took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose: "Where is the fire?"

"When we came, there was a ruins of a three-story building on the roadside. The fire was on the top, near the window." After Kane finished speaking, he looked at Marin and said apologetically: "Sorry,

Sir, your handkerchief is soiled."

"It's nothing." Marin was about to put the handkerchief away. For such a cub, Marin didn't think it was dirty.

"Your Excellency, leave it to me. I'll clean it and return it to you." Kane looked at Marin with expectation in his eyes, but he didn't reach out, obviously waiting for Marin's decision.

This made Marin very fond of this child - it seems that if his family had not fled south due to the war, this Kane would obviously be a sensible child from a wealthy family.

So he handed the handkerchief to the child, who took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"You hide here and don't move, wait for me to come back." After explaining to prevent this kid from running after him later, Marin turned to look at the old bishop of the God of War Church: "The other party is on the third floor. I will lead someone to touch it.

You let others hide."

After saying that, Marin turned around and met the veteran who just poked half of his head out of the bunker. The latter raised his hand and said, "Take me with you, Your Excellency. My marksmanship is pretty good."

"Okay, I'll take you with me, I need a few more people." After Marin finished speaking, he looked at the heads poking out of the bunker on his side and smiled: "Those who have guns raise their hands, and those who don't put their heads away.

"

So this time there were a lot less heads, and the remaining people cooperated by raising their hands and the guns in their hands.

Marin picked three men with revolvers and a double-barreled shotgun: "Do you know the way here?"

"I know it." Kane was eager to give it a try, but was rejected by the five adults: "Sir, we are all familiar with this."

"Wait for me here obediently." Marin looked at Kane and nodded, and then left with the others.

………………

Walking along the alley, since the citizens were familiar with this area, Marin followed their guidance and came to the vicinity of the ruins. Hearing no sound did not mean that there was no one there. As soon as Marin leaned against the wall, he had not yet stretched out his hand.

When he went out, he received the bayonet that the veteran pulled out of the bayonet sheath on his waist.

"Very familiar?" Marin asked with a smile.

"No, I'm usually the guy who gets chewing gum taken out of his mouth by the company commander." The veteran said with some nostalgia: "Speaking of which, I have been retired for ten years. I'm sorry, we don't have chewing gum here."

"It's okay, sometimes spells are quite useful." Marin took the mirror handed over by the veteran, used the bonding spell in the zero-ring trick to inorganically join the mirror and the bayonet, and then handed it over the wall.

: "No cannons, or anything."

When he said this, Marin suddenly remembered the past. At that time, he went to see a movie. The American Empire's "Saving Private Ryan" was also in the same situation, except that there were no machine guns in Chaos, and there were no fatal craters and barbed wires here:

"You two, run across the street, quickly."

Marin reached out and patted the two young men behind the veteran. They nodded. Marin poked his head out and glanced: "Run!" Then he quickly retracted his head with head-piercing malice, and then shot

The bullet hit the wall.

The two young men ran across the street quickly and leaned against the wall next to the street.

"There is only one shooter." The veteran took the mirror Marin gave him and handed it out to the corner to look at: "That guy is on the third floor. I can't see him. There happens to be a shield there, and the sun is heading west.

It's so dark that I can't see it, but I can see the barrel of the gun."

"This guy is prepared, so we are going to do this next." Marin said while pulling the illusion of a veteran: "You follow your illusion out, and then I will follow you to prepare."

"Sir, what should we do?" the young man asked with some confusion.

"You go back to the avenue from here. He only has one person or one gun. His attention should be on our side. You come closer to the south side of the street. Remember to be careful." After Marin finished speaking, he explored again.

came out of his head, then quickly retracted, and the operating illusion immediately rushed out.

Gunshots rang out and bullets passed through the illusion.

The veteran and Marin ran across the street quickly, and when they leaned against the wall, he saw the two young men leaving the corner.

"The next step is for us to take action. Let's go, be careful." After Marin finished speaking, he walked to the front of the team. Maybe there was only one shooter, and maybe he thought there would be someone over there in the corner, but he wouldn't wait too long.

So we have to get there quickly and get there before he leaves.

The veteran followed Marin with his hunting rifle - it was the reward the veteran received when he retired, a hunting rifle with a standard barrel and military caliber. This was a tribute to all veterans who could survive their service period.

.

He followed Marin to a location very close to the ruins. When he saw Marin leaning against the wall, he immediately squatted aside and took a mirror to look at the alley between the two small buildings: "Sir, you can't see

What, but we need grenades."

"There is no grenade, but we have this." Marin raised his hand, a blazing fireball formed in his hand, and Marin threw the thing into the alley.

Two seconds later, flames spurted out from the alley, accompanied by an inhuman scream.

The veteran waited until the fire passed and then looked out of the mirror again: "There are two burning humanoid objects on the ground."

"That's right, I'll take the lead. Veteran, follow me. You two will help us watch the back." Marin said while giving them a mental shield.

This technique sounds like Marin is not good at protection techniques, but it is actually an auxiliary technique, so Marin's mental protection is very good. One of the young people felt the difference as soon as he received the technique: "I just

I seem to hear whispers, but as soon as I obtain your spell, I can no longer hear them."

"Very good, this is definitely a residence of chaos, be careful." Marin said as he followed the alley to an entrance to the ruins.

"Your Excellency, be careful of backflow."

"Yes, so we'll use this this time." He took out two shock bombs from his space bag and put one in his chest pocket. Marin opened the safety ring of the other one, released his hand, and waited.

After the safety pin popped open, two seconds passed before throwing it in again.

With a gentle movement, the shock bomb exploded when it reached the top of the upward flight path. Marin raised his shotgun and walked into the first floor. One shot knocked over the man who was covering his head and eyes but holding the gun in his hand.

Then he turned the gun around and knocked the boy next to him to the ground with the butt of the gun: "Safety."

"Safe." The veteran came over and checked under the table: "Sir, how do you confirm that there is no one under the table?"

"I kicked the shock projectile in, and it seemed to have penetrated something." Marin replied.

The veteran lowered his head again. This time, he saw the damage on the wall, as well as the shocking shells seen through the damage. If there was anyone, that person must be dead.

"Follow me, veteran."

The veteran raised his head, hummed, and followed Marin into the corridor.

This part of the building has collapsed, and only the steps on one side can be used. Marin glanced at the doorway on the second floor and signaled the veteran to lift him up to the second floor from the other side. After reaching the second floor, Marin

Wait until the veterans and others come up through the steps.

The steps leading to the third floor were completely broken. Marin confirmed that they could not climb to the third floor, so he threw a shock bomb into the room.

After the explosion, Marin rushed into the room with his head raised, and shot the guy who was covering his ears out of the window with one shot, and then the second shot hit the guy who was covering his face into the wall.

Then he held the barrel upside down, turning the shotgun into a blunt instrument. Marin used it to knock over the strong-looking human, and then added another kick, finally making the screaming guy stop his high-decibel singing.

.

After taking a look at the musket at his feet, Marin felt that this guy was the one who shot him.

He reached out and threw a dwarf who was squatting with his head in his arms out of the window. Marin glanced around and saw the large wardrobe in this room. He pointed at the clothes, and the veteran who had already attached a bayonet to his gun used a bayonet to open it.

He opened the closet door and saw a woman holding a dagger screaming and jumping out.

Watching her hang herself on the bayonet, Marin shrugged, changed two single-head bullets into the double-barreled shotgun, and then fired one round at the closed wooden door of the compartment, and heard the sound coming from inside.

of yelling.

So Marin fired a shot according to the approximate location where he heard the sound, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was immediately heard in the room.

Marin stretched out his hand, pushed open the door and took a look, and found a fat man with a big beard lying on the ground, a bloody hole in his chest, and his pigtails had obviously been raised.

After taking a look at the room, it was a simple sleeping mat with no place to hide... Marin pushed the door hard, and then dragged out a screaming and struggling halfling from behind the door.

The veteran had prepared a rope, tied one end of the rope into a slip knot, and tied the other end to the door handle. He looked at the halfling in Marin's hand: "Although it is the second floor, I have left enough.

The length will never be too long.”

"Is it also your tradition?" Marin detected the halfling and found that he had the aura of chaos, but judging from the scars on his body, he looked more like a slave.

"Yes, this is what we do when dealing with Chaos towns in the north. Only dead Chaos is good Chaos." The veteran said and looked at Marin.

Marin thought for a while and finally shook his head: "Tie his feet and hang him down. We can't kill everyone. He is so afraid of death that he is a good subject for questioning."

"Okay." The veteran took the halfling, tied the little thing up, and hung it out of the window.

Then the veteran refinished all the corpses, and then followed Marin downstairs.

"Who could these guys be?" Marin felt a little strange when he went downstairs - why did these guys attack him? Could it be that some members of the camp failed to retreat in time, so they sacrificed themselves to attract attention?

When will Chaos Cultists have such appeal?

Marin laughed a little at himself, then opened the door and waved to the two young men dodging across the street: "Go back and call the little guy named Kane and the old bishop of the God of War Church.

come over."

So the two young men ran away quickly again.
To be continued...