Shakeburn is a seaport city, and its city walls are not complete. In fact, after these walls meander to the beach, they are blocked by forts and the coast.
Strictly speaking, the port area of this city is actually not within the city, or in other words, not within the protection of the city wall.
The port area and the buildings in the port area here are only protected by simple fortifications, but they are protected by forts and have a certain degree of security.
However, in the face of the attacks of demons and Lansir, the fragile city walls could not protect the safety of the city's main streets. Naturally, the unprotected port area no longer had any security at all.
Behind the city wall of Shakeburn City are some cleared military camps, and closer to the core are the city streets.
Now the place is full of civilians who have taken refuge. They have no place to evacuate and can only crowd the streets, waiting for their fate.
Hearing the sound of the trebuchets and seeing the troops being moved up the city wall one by one, the refugees crowded under the eaves and leaning against the corners of the buildings were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.
The fact that they can come here is the limit of what they can do. Although they suffer from hunger, there are not many old, weak, sick and disabled people here, because the real old, weak, sick and disabled have all disappeared halfway.
"All numbered young people gather! Go to the weapons warehouse to get your weapons! The devil is attacking the city wall! If the city wall is breached, no one will be spared! Everyone must fight! Move quickly!" An officer carrying a long sword
, followed by a guard carrying a long gun, shouting loudly as he walked through the street.
The slightly hoarse shouts made everyone feel uneasy. They hesitated and did not dare to step forward because they did not know what terrible things they would face once they picked up weapons.
"Quick! You must fight! Otherwise the demons will rush in and you will all die!" The officer was still shouting loudly. At this time, some men could only stand up and stand up. After all, they also knew how terrifying some demons were.
On the other side, all the soldiers in the military camp are busy now. There are soldiers who have just retreated from their positions to rest, there are troops that have lost more than half and are waiting to be replenished, and there are also a large number of logistics personnel who are running around.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of a troop's barracks, came in and asked, "Is there anyone here to help?" The person who came was blood-stained, the chainmail on the inside of the armor was in a mess, and the long sword hung crookedly on his waist, looking awkward.
Unbearable.
"We haven't received the order to go up the city wall yet." The only officer in the room stood up and answered.
The dozen or so soldiers of this team stationed in the house stared blankly at the soldier who broke in. They didn't know what he was going to do when he came here at this time. After all, according to the news, they had not received the order to go to the city wall.
"I'm sorry, I'm from the fifth legion that was withdrawn. We have too many wounded soldiers! The hospital is short of manpower. Can some of the big brothers go and help me?" The person who came had something to ask for, and his words were very polite. It was obvious that
The fighting on the front line was very fierce.
The captain in this barracks is the only one in this unit who has fought in a war, so he naturally knows how serious the matter is.
Only if they help, will someone come to help them later. This is all mutual and a tacit understanding between friendly forces.
So he stood up, walked to his men, and ordered: "It's not easy to stay alive. We don't have much to do now. We will be exhausted from doing some work."
After speaking, he pointed to a few of his men and said: "You stay here and guard the equipment and things. Those who go will put the equipment in the barracks. It is inconvenient to rescue people with armor."
"Thank you, thank you." The man from the Fifth Legion seemed to have walked through many barracks. He was probably rejected all the way. His eyes were a little moist, and he bowed to the captain in front of him and thanked him.
After a while, the soldiers who came to help followed the captain to a nearby field hospital. Except for the captain who had experienced the battle, everyone else was completely shocked by the scene in front of them.
A stretcher was hurriedly carried in front of several people. The soldier on it had his face covered with blood. Half of his armor had been deformed and a lot of white bones were exposed. He did not take it out because blood flowed from his mouth, carrying a trace of blood.
There were fragments of internal organs and blood foam. Those eyes looked directly at the captain and others, seeming to be unwilling and painful.
Not far away, lightly wounded soldiers were thrown into the open space and were taken care of by an aunt. The screams could not be heard. Soldiers missing arms and legs were struggling painfully on the ground. Several soldiers with gauze on their heads were helping to look after them.
Comrades.
"Gentlemen! Which army are you from? Where's the armor?" A military medical officer wearing a white shirt outside a chainmail came over and frowned. His white shirt was half stained red with blood, and it looked like
It's so wet it's very disgusting.
The captain who heard the question knew this military doctor who had a higher rank than him, and immediately saluted and replied: "Sir, we are soldiers of the Fourth Army. I heard that you need manpower here, so we are here to help."
When the military medical officer heard the captain's answer, his face immediately became kind: "There are too few soldiers who are willing to volunteer to help. Thank you for your efforts for your compatriots. Go there to get a few stretchers and help transport them down the city wall."
Send the wounded soldiers here, thank you."
"Yes, sir!" The captain saluted again. The military medical officer returned the military salute very solemnly and hurriedly turned in another direction.
The soldiers who came to help found the quartermaster who was already extremely busy in the chaos. There he received several stretchers and led a small team to help lift the wounded soldiers.
No one spoke much, because they could only look for soldiers who could still be treated from the bloody front-line wounded soldiers dumping point. The soldiers dragging the stretchers soon discovered that what they were stepping on step by step was already dead.
Cold corpse.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed a recruit's ankle, causing the soldier who was lazily following his team to tremble involuntarily.
He looked down and saw a soldier vomiting blood and begging in an unclear voice: "Help me, please help me."
"Hey! Captain! There is a living person here." The soldier who was grabbed by the ankle was frightened to death and hurriedly called the captain who was walking in front.
It's a pity that his captain didn't even look back and continued to move forward. He didn't stop, but answered the soldier's question: "Leave him here! Not every living person can be saved."
of."
At this time, the recruit who finally gained the courage lowered his head and looked carefully at the wounded man holding his ankle, only to find that both of his legs were gone.
Only about two-thirds of the wounded soldiers were left lying in the mud, surrounded by the earth stained red with blood. According to the current situation, there is really no need to waste time on rescuing such injuries.
After being ruthless and even needing to be brave, the recruit shook off the hand holding his ankle. He trembled and walked forward, catching up with the captain in front. The two of them found a shoulder and rib.
The soldier who was hit by the arrow put the lucky guy on the stretcher.
While they were putting the wounded soldier on the stretcher, the wounded soldier lying not far away covered in blood and missing his legs wailed: "Save me! Save me! For the sake of the gods.
!Take me out of here! I have gold coins in my armor! Take me away!"
During this process, the captain never looked back, and finally led these novices, who had seen so many dead people for the first time, back towards the hospital along the same route, regardless of the sounds of pleading in the distance.
Passing by the half-wounded man lying next to the pile of corpses again, the recruit once again saw the half-body that had just grabbed his ankle.
Now the body is lying next to the pile of corpses motionless, and the blood stains on it have condensed in the soil. The other party is motionless and there is no shouting. Of course, it is impossible to tell whether he is still alive...
Back at the hospital, two medical soldiers came to the stretcher carried by the recruit and motioned the recruit to lay the wounded man flat on the ground.
Of course, these recruits who were carrying the wounded for the first time obeyed the instructions, but the other party did not wait for the wounded to react. Just as they put down the stretcher, they grabbed the end of the devil's arrow that was full of rust and barbs and was stuck on the wounded.
, put one hand near the wound and pulled out the iron arrow with force.
"Ah!" the wounded soldier let out a heartbreaking scream, and blood suddenly flowed out, splashing on the face of the recruit carrying the stretcher. The medical soldier did not even look at the wounded soldier, but stared at the recruit and ordered: "Help me
Block the hole with your fingers! You can leave when the two people over there who are responsible for applying bandages come over. The arrows on your arms are not fatal, so leave them alone for now."
"I, I said... how can this be done... how can it be so rude..." The recruit was already frightened by the scene in front of him. He now felt that his legs were weak, and he asked the man with a trembling voice.
Doctors who "take human life seriously".
After all, as a soldier, he didn't want to be carried here after being injured. When he was most helpless, he didn't want to be treated so horribly.
"Soldier!" The man who seemed to be a temporary doctor frowned, pointed at the wounded in the distance, and explained: "If I follow the procedures for each one, I can only save 20 per day!"
The medical soldier's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. The recruit ignored the nonsense and walked tiredly to another stretcher in the distance.
At this time, the captain came over with the blood stains of others before him, pushed his men aside without any reason, apologized to the doctor, then turned around, snorted and scolded: "You know now
Right? This is war! It’s not easy to survive.”
The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain and groaned loudly. He watched the captain insert his thumb into the bleeding wound, endured the bone-eroding pain, and stammered: "Thank you... thank you."