The three of them hurriedly ducked and scrambled for cover. Luckily, the flying rubble did not kill them. When Kyle looked up, he found that all three were still alive.
He let out a breath of relief and rushed toward the basement. They were already very close to the entrance!
But the captain behind him grabbed him and pointed upward.
Kyle could not hear what he was saying, but he saw what he was pointing at—a Banshee. Her heavy armor was already battered and torn. She had apparently been smashed into the building just now and was now sprawled unconscious across the stairs, her condition unknown.
The captain shouted something, and Kyle understood what he meant: they had to save the Banshee.
The Banshee was covered in blood, and many scales had been torn from her tail. The captain grabbed her arm and tried to drag her down the stairs, but she did not budge.
When standing, the Banshee was over three meters tall. With her several hundred kilograms of heavy armor and weapons, she weighed nearly two tons in total.
The political commissar came over to help as well. Kyle rushed forward and grabbed the Banshee's armor. With a low growl, the muscles all over his body bulged.
With a sudden exertion from his powerful body, he actually dragged the unconscious Banshee a short distance!
The three of them were frantic. They had managed to move the Banshee, but it was far too slow. The monsters' attacks would arrive at any moment. How could they possibly make it in time?
Heads poked out from the basement one after another. When they saw the three outside and the Banshee, they froze for a moment before rushing over.
These people were not in good shape either, and most of them were