"General!" the adjutant handed a report to Origins, who had been standing on the side of the ship, and reported the latest battle situation: "The F/A-18 attack aircraft has been ordered to fly 10 kilometers away from Shakeburn.
They attacked the retreating demons. The opponent has indeed given up on Shakeburn, and the scale of the battle in the city is gradually shrinking."
"What's the situation on the Alanook?" Lawns knew that his fleet had eliminated the demon fleet around Shakeburn, and the reconnaissance plane also reported that all enemy warships had sunk.
According to the pre-plan, the two destroyers are trying to clear the periphery of the port. They want to confirm a safe channel, and then allow the transport fleet that has separated from the main aircraft carrier fleet and is protected by the other two destroyers to arrive at the port.
Ship more refugees.
"A call came from the Alanook. There are more than 1,300 refugees who have boarded the ship." The adjutant answered with some depression, a number that he himself could not believe. According to the carrying capacity of the two air-cushion transport ships, plus dozens
There is no way that a UH-60 and several H-47 helicopters can only transport back more than 1,300 refugees.
Therefore, the most likely possibility of this happening is that there are not many humans alive in the city of Shakeburn who can be rescued.
"..." Lawns did not speak. He naturally heard the connotation of this report. The captain of the battleship Dreadnought, who was standing not far away, clenched his fists and cursed: "These damn people
The devil!"
"Definitely damned!" The adjutant heard the curse and answered: "We should not let anyone go! Unfortunately...the previous mission analysis was wrong and we did not prepare enough troops."
This incident cannot be entirely blamed on the Navy's staff. In fact, the main purpose of Elland Hill's navy going south this time is to block the demon's sea transportation and oppress the remaining demon navy fleet.
The city lord of Shakeburn, the old Earl Isaac, who had been killed on the city wall, sent a sailing fleet to ask for help, but it only arrived at Paston Port, which was originally part of the Balmesil Empire.
They were lucky enough to encounter the southward Eiland Hill fleet at Paston Harbor, and this fleet happened to not carry a large number of landing troops.
Those transport ships were all transporting supplies, and the naval fleet was only ordered to cover the fleet along the way. As for the amphibious landing ship, it was actually responsible for transporting naval military equipment and restoring some of the port functions of Paston Port.
After learning that Shakeburn needed rescue, the navy changed the fleet's combat order in the spirit of saving civilians, and then took the only battalion of marines to go south to rescue the refugees in the southern kingdom.
It is actually very difficult to make a temporary battle plan at the newly captured port in the south, and the troops are obviously insufficient to achieve the current situation.
"This is not the fault of the General Staff... Otherwise we wouldn't be able to gather the landing troops. Do we still need to bring the Army troops over to fight a landing battle?" Lawns defended the officers of the Naval Staff, and then added
He continued: "In this case, there is no way to prevent the opponent from escaping. Just destroy as many as you can!"
The adjutant was also helpless. They were now helpless and could only watch helplessly as the demonic troops who had committed heinous crimes fled.
This feeling is definitely uncomfortable. At least the naval commanders on the bridge all feel as if something is blocked in their hearts.
…
On the ground, the last demon dog that did not escape fell in a pool of black blood. It screamed miserably, and the previous terror and violence were completely gone from its voice.
The Airanhill soldier holding the weapon walked step by step in front of his prey, and fired a fatal bullet into the ferocious eyes and sharp fangs.
Although the devil dog was thick, it could not withstand bullets and a hole was made in its skin. The last bit of strength slipped away from the hole, and the devil dog dropped its head and made no more noise.
"A team of three! Establish a cordon zone nearby! Let the Shakeburn City Guards look for survivors!" The commanders were worried about the demons hiding in the building and were unwilling to put their troops in danger.
, and found a new job for the Shakeburn City Guards they had just recruited.
Before they knew whether there were any remaining demons in the city, these almost unarmed Shakeburn soldiers were dispersed. They wanted to find survivors who might still exist, or to find surviving demons...
The commander of Company A is ordering his third platoon commander to set up a defensive line on the city wall on his flank, where he will establish a higher and safer position with a relatively better view.
When he raised his head again, he saw the Shakeburn City Guards who had gone out to look for refugees return.
These city guards who volunteered to search for survivors brought back about 1,000 desperate civilians and about 100 city guard soldiers. It can be said that they gained a lot.
However, these soldiers were in a low mood, and the commander at the head was also missing. When a strong city guard soldier walked up to the commander of Company A, the commander recognized the gun he sent out.
The other party handed the empty and empty pistol to the commander of Company A. Tears were already streaming down his face when he spoke: "Captain Kamil...is dead. When he was dying, he asked me to let him go.
I'll return this pistol to you."
"..." Without saying a word, he took the pistol from the opponent's hand, replaced it with another magazine, pushed the slide, and the commander of Company A inserted the pistol back into the holster on his waist.
He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder: "You are all good! Go and take a rest!"
"Sir... I think... if you are willing to take me in, I am willing to join the army of Elanthir! I want to fight, and I want to take revenge, for our Captain Camille, and for all the people who died here..."
The strong man was crying so hard that his voice was a little unclear.
"I understand your feelings, but I can't take you in." The company commander of A Company replied awkwardly: "You will be sent to Paston. When you get there, you will be resettled. After that, you will enjoy the benefits of several levels of citizens.
Salary, whether you have the right to join the army or not, are all stipulated, and it’s not something I can say.”
The other party's eyes widened, not knowing whether what the officer in front of him said was true or false. You know, in these old empires, there were not many people who volunteered to join the army. If there was a man as powerful as him, he would really know how to do it.
Some people with swordsmanship are willing to join the army, and the military is willing to take them in.
But now, listening to what the other party said, it seems that not everyone in the once-distant Elandhill Empire is qualified to join the army, and this qualification seems to have nothing to do with combat skills.
In fact, it really doesn't matter, because Elland Hill is undergoing large-scale disarmament, and the troops are hardly recruiting new people now, let alone recruiting some surrendered soldiers.
Also, Ireland is recruiting soldiers mainly based on loyalty. The first-class citizens in the core area will be recruited first, and at the worst, they will be second-class citizens or above. These newly recruited soldiers are not even third-class citizens.
It is impossible for a guy to be directly recruited into the army.
"Go to Paston with peace of mind! If you really want to join the army, you can wait until your identity is settled." The commander of Company A comforted him: "If you really trust me, listen to me and let me know when the time comes.
Don’t hesitate to join Eiland Hill.”
As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff and looked at the refugees in the distance who had begun queuing up to transfer to the port, and said: "It's not a bad thing to be born in Ireland Hill in this life."
.”
"I understand." The strong man nodded and said: "I only heard that Ailan Hill was powerful before, but seeing you today... I know that we have been deceived, and we should not be enslaved by demons! We are human beings
, as human beings, we should stand on the side of Alan Hill!"
"No one can enslave Ailan Hill!" The captain of Company A stretched out his hand again and patted the other party's shoulder: "One day, we will kill those high-level demons, trample them under our feet, and burn them.
city, destroy their world!”
Hearing the words that seemed to be an oath and a dream, the Shaker City Guards' eyes lit up. He had never felt this way before. The words of the Airan Hill officer in front of him filled him with excitement.
gained strength.
"You are a brave person. In Elland Hill, brave people deserve to live!" The commander of Company A knew that the other party was the first to raise his hand and was determined to find survivors, so he said
: "Take people with you to maintain order among the refugees!"
As he said this, he handed the other party a card. It was beautifully printed and had a plastic protective film on it. It looked very high-end. Of course, people in Shakeburn wouldn't know that this was not something profound, it was just an internal military card.
Just postcards for sale.
Because letters were sometimes delayed, the military issued postcards like this once a month. They were used to write phrases to send home. Based on the month on them, you could tell which month the card was from.
The man took the postcard, but did not turn around and leave: "I want to take people out to have a look, maybe... we can find more survivors..."
"Okay." This time, the commander of A Company, who was more satisfied with the other party, nodded. If he didn't really have no authority, he really wanted to pull the other party into the company he commanded. It seemed good to have such a subordinate:
"Be careful!"
As he spoke, he took out his own gun and handed it to the other party: "Maybe I said it last time, maybe I didn't. However, you are now under my command for the time being. Please remember my orders, soldier! You,
You must return this gun to me personally! Do you understand?"
"Yes!" The slightly clumsy man imitated the military salute of Alan Hill, stood at attention and waved his hands, holding his chin high, his eyes filled with tears of excitement.
