Modern warfare is actually very unfriendly to infantry, especially the street fighting scattered in the city. For every soldier who has experienced it, it is a "cheating" memory worth complaining about.
When Tom was carrying dozens of kilograms of load and spare ammunition, carrying a several kilograms of M4 assault rifle with a tactical strap in one hand, and a disposable anti-tank rocket launcher in the other hand, he climbed the stairs.
Sometimes, he really wants to curse a few words.
He was panting, and his ears were protected by noise-canceling headphones, so that he could only hear his own weak breathing. He took heavy steps on the narrow stairs, and from time to time he hit the rough wall because of excessive movement.
"Does this damn place bear enough weight? Won't the stairs collapse?" The soldier following Tom carried an M240 general-purpose machine gun and kept complaining breathlessly: "Those officers should really let themselves carry 21 pounds.
Climb this kind of stairs once with weapons and let them try this feeling."
"Watch your step!" The third person climbing the stairs was a squad leader. There was a grenade launcher hanging under his M4 rifle. Not to mention the weight, he also carried a satellite navigation system and a backup identification friend or foe device.
"Hoo! Hoo!" Listening to his breathing, Tom was the first to arrive at the uppermost corridor. He held his weapon, turned sideways and pointed the muzzle at the door closest to him on the corridor.
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"Wait for me to take cover!" The second soldier carrying the squad machine gun shouted loudly, took out the pistol specially issued to him from his waist, and pointed it at the other side of the door.
When Tom saw his comrades taking cover, he kicked the door hard and opened the door, which was not heavy.
"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and inside were messy furniture and all kinds of messy things scattered on the ground.
"Safe! There is no one!" Tom shouted loudly, and the squad leader not far behind him turned around and motioned to the soldiers who were following him: "Leave two people to guard the entrance below! For the rest, put the spare ammunition here
In the room!”
Tom opened the door, put the anti-tank rocket launcher he was carrying at his feet, held the tactical grip in front of the M4 rifle tightly with his other hand, lowered his footsteps, and walked sideways to the other door.
"Damn it, wait for me!" The machine gunner behind him was throwing the bullet belt he was carrying into the empty room. When he turned around, he saw Tom lifting his feet.
"Bang!" Tom kicked open the second door, and a woman's scream immediately came from inside. The squad leader who heard the scream cursed "Damn it," then held the weapon in his hand and passed the machine gunner.
Rushed to Tom's side.
"I said! You can't act on your own! Damn it! The new recruits are really troublesome!" The machine gunner had already placed his ammunition and came closer with the machine gun in hand.
Then, he and the squad leader saw women and children crowded tightly in the room. These refugees were half-clothed and looked at the Landseer soldiers wearing strange combat uniforms with horrified eyes.
Compared with humans and demons, the refugees here and the soldiers of Landseer seem to be species from two different worlds: it is hard to imagine what it was like for a group of medieval farmers to see fully armed American soldiers.
"Who are you?" the squad leader asked loudly, holding a rifle with a grenade launcher attached to the frightened women in front of him. Some of these women were dozens of years old and some were in their teens. They were crowded together and did not even dare to answer the question.
None of the people.
"They haven't showered for at least 10 days." There was a putrid smell in the air. Looking at the disgusting, dirt-covered thighs of these women, the squad leader frowned and described it.
"This place is almost like hell!" Tom opened the door with his weapon in hand, and then walked to the next room.
The last room had no door and the windows had been destroyed. Tom leaned against the wall and looked around to make sure it was safe.
He lowered the muzzle of his gun, and then expanded the angle of the damaged window to see the burning building outside, as well as the mangled human corpses lying on the street.
"The angle here is not bad!" Then came the machine gunner of the team. He set up his machine gun not far from the window, adjusted the position, then pressed the bullet chain into the gun, and reached out to Tom to ask for it.
What.
Tom frowned, took out the cigarette from his trouser pocket, and threw it to the heavy smoker, the machine gunner: "Be careful, you will be killed by a sniper! According to the information, the opponent also has a master of using bows and arrows!"
"There is fire here, there is smoke everywhere, I don't show my head, it's okay." He sat down against the corner, and the machine gunner quickly lit the cigarette with a lighter, and took a puff of it with great enjoyment.
"By the way, there are more dead people than living people here... it's really hell." Tom took out a cigarette from the cigarette case that the other party returned, lit it and took a puff, leaned against the remaining door frame, and also swallowed.
"The sniper is in position!" In the earpiece, the sniper who climbed to the top of the building reported his position: "I can clearly see the identification friend-or-foe smoke. The area is safe. I haven't seen any demons."
"Very good! Keep on alert." The squad leader's voice came: "Harry, Max! You two send these women out, find them a helicopter to return, and take them away from here!"
"Yes! This is really a good job." The soldier named Max replied jokingly: "I like to deal with women the most."
"When you see these women, you will probably vomit." Another voice sounded, the soldier named Harry said jokingly: "When they get on the helicopter, the sour smell in the cabin will probably not leave for three days."
"Hahaha!" The machine gunner who was also listening to these chats laughed with a cigarette between his fingers. Tom did not laugh along, because he saw too many scenes that made him despair along the way.
He saw the man lying on the ground being torn apart by demonic dogs, and he saw the soldier who had been devoured with only half of his body left.
Immediately afterwards, he also saw the demon dogs that had been killed by bullets and cannonballs. Among the piles of corpses, disgusting black blood was constantly flowing, seeping into the ground and giving off a disgusting rancid smell.
There was death everywhere, destroyed buildings everywhere, rubble and ruins on the streets. There were only a few living people running for their lives from all directions, and then they knelt on the ground panting and crying to the Lansir soldiers who were supporting them.
Yes, cry! They didn't hear any words of thanks, and no one described to them what happened. After they were saved, these people just cried, looking as embarrassed as the saved corpses.
"We should have come earlier, so they wouldn't have died." Tom took out the cigarette from his mouth with slightly trembling hands and said to the machine gunner on the other side.
"When you, like me, get used to seeing these things, you won't think so." The machine gunner smiled and said, "It's not our fault that these people died here, it was their own choice."
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"They have no choice at all!" Tom glanced at his comrades and said, "They are just ordinary people. Their only fault is that they were not born in Landseer."
"Okay, you may be right." The machine gunner had no intention of arguing with Tom and nodded: "But what can we do? A few weeks ago, this was an enemy country. They were still our enemies..."
"These demons... we should burn them all to death!" Tom also knew that he was going too far, so he cursed bitterly and ended the topic.
In the distance, Landseer's warships began to block the attack, and some shells hit the city wall in the distance, causing the stone bars above to fly dozens of stories high.
The demonic troops above suffered heavy losses and did not dare to brave the artillery fire and continue to attack the city. After all, there were still some stubborn human soldiers in the city, and they were entangled with them. They might not even have time to retreat.
They were only ordered to come here to kill humans, so before they could figure out what Landseer's fleet wanted to do, there was no need for them to continue the attack and waste their own strength.
Unfortunately, the demon fleet on the sea suffered a disaster. There was no chance to escape at all. The soldiers close to the port still had a chance to escape ashore. The soldiers far away from the port had all been killed by this time.
They sank into the sea with the ship, and the heavy armor on them became a burden to drown them: although they could hold their breath for a long time, this time was not enough for them to escape to the shore.
"Situation detected at 10 o'clock! Machine gunner, can you see it?" After a short period of leisure, a sentence in the earphones made everyone nervous. Tom changed his position and leaned against the wall, sticking his head out to see
I looked at the street in the distance at 10 o'clock.
A group of humans in armor fled toward the place with colored smoke in embarrassment, followed by some refugees.
"I saw it! They were some soldiers from the Southern Kingdom, and some civilians! Do you want to open fire and kill those soldiers?" He had already grasped the machine gun tightly and pressed the butt of the gun on his shoulder. The machine gunner tilted his head, revealing
Look through the sight at those targets in the distance.
"No need! When they get close, order them to gather at the designated location! If someone tries to cross the cordon, fire a warning." The squad leader immediately ordered.
"Do we need to ask them to throw away their weapons?" the machine gunner opened the weapon safety and continued to ask.
"The people above didn't say...but are you sure they have weapons in their hands?" Another soldier mocked the ancient swords and broken shields.
"Wait! There are demon dogs behind them!" As the refugees and soldiers approached, several demon dogs suddenly rushed out from around the corner not far behind them.