In the city of Alan, which is full of mud and gravel, several soldiers wearing military uniforms but without any weapons are operating a strange tripod.
Their expressions were very professional. Several officers with relatively high military ranks opened the box and set up a piece of equipment on a leveled tripod.
The leader watched the machine at work, fiddled with the switches on it, and gestured with his hands to ask the soldiers who had been waiting aside to cooperate with him: "Okay! Come over here! Yes! Be neat. !look up!"
"Yes! That's right!" The officer on the side was also reminding the soldiers passing by the equipment: "One, two, one! Be neat! Show a smile! Smile!"
Wearing neat equipment, these Irish Grenadiers wearing M42 helmets walked in front of this camera with neat steps. These precious image data will be sent back to the country and edited into movies. , played in many military camps and movie theaters in the country.
In front of the camera, everyone remained instinctively shy, with young faces and smiling faces. Their faces were filled with smiles of victory, and above their heads were M42 steel helmets with the hollow golden eagle national emblem.
A truck that had been prepared long ago followed the crowd, and the truck was full of soldiers. They were carrying stg-44 assault rifles, and everyone wanted to have their face in front of the camera.
Towed behind the truck was a brand-new 155mm caliber howitzer. The thick barrel looked majestic, shining with a metallic luster in the sun. Following the cannon, four columns were still advancing neatly. Soldier.
Further back, there is a brand new Airan Hill M4 tank, with beautiful magic inscriptions outlined on the tank...
Yes, this is a perfectly normal staged photo shoot. Everyone is trying their best to leave their best side to the camera. There is no cruelty of war, no artillery fire and blood. What is here is just to protect the home and the country. of infinite beauty.
In front of the camera of another film crew, there was no such good picture. They were filming collapsed walls and destroyed city walls. The camera also recorded the relatively well-preserved corpses dug out from under the rubble by the grenadiers. .
Some mothers were still holding their children, and some soldiers were still holding swords that had changed their shape. After the soldiers dug out the corpses from under the rubble, they were neatly placed on the roadside, and they would be buried soon. The carriage that cleaned up the body was taken away.
"Yes! We found about 200 helmet fragments in the city. Grecken's standard helmets, some have no visors, and some have changed their shapes..." An officer who was sorting and counting the armor fragments patted it. The dust on his gloves introduced to the camera.
He pointed to the armor neatly sorted and placed on the ground in the distance, and said: "Basically no corpses were found... only some bones. They were very brave. A stone monument should be built for them here."
The camera panned and focused on the armor in the distance. Most of the armor still had blood stains on it, and some had tooth marks or penetrating wounds. The owners of these armors fought until the last moment, but no reinforcements arrived to save them. .
"There are probably hundreds of corpses still to be found under the ruins. There are hundreds of corpses that have been excavated now, many old people and children... They retreated too slowly. It would have been better if we had been here at that time." The officer took off his gloves, rubbed his eyes and said.
The engraved runes on those armors can still be clearly seen in the sunlight. The runes are covered with blood stains of the owners of the armors, and the dried blood stains are still covered with dust. They just lie there quietly, telling silently.
Their most glorious ending.
Just by looking at these armors, you can tell what kind of bloody battles this place has experienced. Every Griken faced his own death calmly. They fought until the last second, and no one gave up their position alive.
A soldier carrying a weapon and guarding the surroundings appeared in the camera. His cold eyes were filled with incomparable anger: "I want to kill 100 demons here! I will feel ashamed if there is one less! They are dead!"
We should have come earlier."
"Are there any atomic bombs left? Throw them all to those demons! Let them die!" Another soldier interjected from the side.
Every Airan Hill soldier who came to Alan was angry. They saw more and more cemeteries outside the city, and saw the corpses that were constantly being dug out of the ruins. As they walked in, there were ruins everywhere.
city, while sorting out the emotions that were almost on the verge of exploding.
They walked from Serris to Yalante, from Yalante to Higgs, from Higgs to Veronsa... They had traveled all over the eastern continent, but they had never seen such a bloody and cruel thing.
war.
Compared with everything they have experienced, this is the real hell. So they strengthened their beliefs and prepared to fight to the end with those inhuman enemies here.
"Come on! Come on! Group 7 has found something! They need manpower! Come and help!" Under the camera, a soldier with a face covered in dust ran over with a shovel and waved desperately to the people here.
The officer carrying the camera and his men, as well as the soldiers and officers who were sorting their armor, all began to run fiercely. The camera was shaking violently, passing through ruins one after another.
"We heard people's shouts here! Just under the ruins of the city hall! This is where the most armor fragments were found, so we judged that the final battle broke out here." The leading soldier shouted loudly while leading the way.
Tell him what he knows.
"They must be desperately guarding something. So this area is the area we focus on!" The officer who ran to the place and was the first to run gasped and explained the general situation in the area.
"Then, we found the collapsed boulder... It was too big, but we shouted inside, and there was a knocking sound inside..." A soldier was covered in dust, as if he had crawled out of the ruins,
Reporting with a shovel in hand.
"Why are you still standing there? Find the tanks! Pull these rocks away! Hurry up!" The leading officer loudly ordered his men to take action: "Look for cars! The more the better! Hurry!"
"Second Lieutenant! We need help!" While Lane and his crew members were cooking their own cans next to the tank, a sergeant ran over panting and shouted with his hands on his knees.
Putting the can in his hand beside the campfire, Ryan stood up, patted the dust behind his butt twice, squinted his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"
"We may have found survivors... We need vehicles that can drag boulders." The sergeant adjusted his breathing and answered.
"Guys! Start the tanks! Let's go help!" Ryan turned around and shouted to his crew members: "Wes! Contact other tanks and find people nearby to help!"
"Come up! Sit on the tank. Let's go there together!" Holding the can he was reluctant to throw away in one hand, he rushed onto the tank body in two steps. Ryan turned back and stretched out his hand to the sergeant.
The sergeant was not polite, used his strength to get on the tank, sat leaning on the turret, and drove back to the ruins of the city hall with Ryan's tank.
Lane and the gunner jumped off the tank, removed the steel cable hanging from the back of the tank, and with the help of several infantrymen, hooked up the tank's tow hook.
"Slow down! Slow down! Accelerate slowly! Yes! Yes!" Ryan stood next to the car body and directed his driver to straighten the steel cable. Soon their efforts were rewarded, and the fallen
The falling boulder began to move its position.
A deep entrance appeared in front of everyone's eyes. There were still some fallen gravels on the steps inside, but it seemed smooth and smooth.
The soldiers of the search team standing aside were shocked. They looked at the commander beside them and said: "We have been shouting here for at least two days, and we only heard someone respond today... We have been digging here all morning...
Why did they just respond to us today?”
"Maybe... the survivors below don't dare..." Watching the entrance to the basement gradually expand, the officer answered his subordinate's questions intently.
"People inside, listen! We are humans! You are safe! Come out!" Standing at the entrance of the passage, the Airan Hill soldiers holding a loudspeaker shouted loudly. They heard the echo in the passage, but did not see it.
Someone comes out.
"Let me take people down..." An officer looked anxiously at the highest-ranking officer on the scene and asked.
The leading officer shook his head and rejected the suggestion: "We are still not sure whether there are survivors or demons hiding here... It will be very dangerous to go down hastily."
"The survivors inside may only have one breath left! Sir! Let us go down!" The officer shed tears and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not afraid of death! I want to try!"
"Yes! Sir! Let's try it!" Several soldiers also gathered around and said, "Let us go down!"
"Stop arguing! I'll go down and take a look." A sad voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Everyone turned around, just in time to see the Griken magician Vivian who had rolled over from the giant wolf Boken.
She still wore the clean magic robe, but she didn't have the mask with the strange patterns on her face.
There was no trace of time on her charming face. A pair of eyes that were so pure and fascinating that they were filled with tears. Step by step, she stepped on the rubble and gravel towards the entrance of the basement, and then walked along the path.
It's a dusty staircase leading to the depths of darkness.
It wasn't until she walked into the basement that the soldiers around her came back to their senses. They looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw surprise and admiration in each other's eyes.
