"This is too tragic." A soldier from Ailan Hill held a gun and walked on the land full of blood and minced meat. His military boots were stained red by the blood and mud.
He could feel the blood drying on the soles of his shoes, so sticky that it could lift anything he stepped on. This feeling was very bad, and it took a lot of courage for him to take every step.
Compared with the situation inside Shakeburn City, the appearance outside the city is even more terrifying. The word hell is no longer enough to describe this place, because the cruelest hell that humans can imagine is absolutely unable to describe the scene in front of them.
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The corpses of hundreds of thousands of refugees were mixed with the corpses of demons. There were corpses everywhere, as far as the eye could see.
In the center of these corpses, there are some huge craters blasted by the large-caliber artillery shells of Elanthir. Each one is like an abrupt crater on the surface of the moon, with its bloody mouth open ferociously in the world of flesh and blood, as if it wants to devour
everything.
At the bottom of these craters is red blood that has gathered. There is not much of this blood dried at the bottom of the craters, but it sticks to the soft soil, which is shocking.
Newcomer Tom felt his stomach turning, but he had nothing to throw up.
The comrades who were patrolling with him were almost the same. They had vomited several times, and they kept vomiting until they couldn't vomit anything anymore, so they could barely walk out of the broken city wall and walk on such a terrible road.
Yes, even though this feeling is extremely disgusting, the soldiers who are responsible for searching for survivors outside the city really can't spit it out.
As they felt more and more like walking in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, they became more and more accustomed to it. Until now, although they still felt sick, they were numb enough to ignore the naked arms and the dense forest.
Bones.
"The closer to the city gate, the more corpses there are. Many refugees have fled here, but they have not been able to break through the thick and tall city walls like the devils." Tom stepped on the sticky ground and told his comrades.
Introducing experience.
This was his second patrol out of the city, and he was considered a person who had seen "big scenes", so he was calmer than the comrade behind him, and he could still talk through the gas mask.
Although the sound is not clear, it can be transmitted through microphones and headphones, but it can be heard clearly in the radio communication channel.
The comrades who were also carrying weapons, carrying first-aid kits, and carrying a large amount of medicine discovered a mountain of corpses.
These corpses were leaning against the wall of the city wall. Apparently after being chased here by the demon, these people had no way to retreat, so they could only crowd together. Then the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and they piled up naturally.
"What poor people...if they were willing to fight, the situation would be very different." The comrade finally overcame the nausea in his heart and said through the intercom.
"Can they fight off those demons?" Tom looked back at his comrades and asked in disbelief.
"No, they will die with more dignity. At least, they won't be crowded together and piled there like a grave." Tom's comrade shook his head and replied.
It is impossible for a demon to be defeated by a group of civilians. Even an unorganized magician will be surrounded and killed by the opponent when facing a group of demons.
However, these demonic troops were completely surpassed by the soldiers of Airan Hill who had a better organization, stronger organizational ability, more discipline and combat effectiveness.
To put it bluntly, no matter how brave they are, the armies of the old era are still the armies of the old era. It is impossible for them to surpass the modern army after progress and development.
"Go over and have a look! The last time we found a living person was in a place like this." Tom stared at the hills piled with human bodies in the distance, and said to his comrades: "You won't like it, one by one.
Pull the body up from its feet and see if the body buried underneath is still breathing."
No one likes this kind of work. Touching those stiff corpses with your hands is definitely not a good experience. Even with gloves, the feeling is enough to make people collapse.
In the distance, a group of Shakeburn City Guard soldiers were numbly rummaging through the pile of corpses for something. They were silent, just like zombies living among a group of minced meat, their movements were slow and lifeless.
These people were ordered to come here to find survivors, but in a sense, their work had little to gain.
There were dead people everywhere, and very few living people were found. And they didn't have time to test the life and death of every "corpse". They could only use the fastest speed to find those living people who could respond to their actions, because Ellen Hill
The fleet cannot wait for them for too long.
There is no way around this.
Because the fleet of Elanthir is used for combat and is alone overseas without support, it is too easy to become the target of demonic attacks.
The best way for a naval fleet to protect itself is to hide in the vast sea and use a vast area to increase the enemy's search costs.
But if the naval fleet is fixed in one place, it will be very dangerous. The High Seas Fleet during World War I and the Tirpitz battleship during World War II were all blocked in the port and unable to escape, so they did nothing.
of.
What's more, in one day, basically all the living people hiding in the city had been rescued. Ailan Hill rescued more than 60,000 civilians from Shakeburn. This number was much less than they imagined.
Too much.
Even after several attacks by the Irish naval fleet heading south to plunder, Shakeburn's population at its lowest point was still over 300,000.
Now, those once-splendid streets have disappeared, and the tall city walls have become ruins and rubble. In the city of Shakeburn with more than 500,000 people, there were only a pitiful 60,000 survivors in the end.
If you include the more than 200,000 refugees outside the city, the demons slaughtered almost 650,000 people in a short period of time.
Those are 650,000 living lives. They were still living in this world one day ago. Now 24 hours have passed, these lives have become dust and disappeared without a trace.
Halfway there, Tom saw two corpses on the ground. A teenage boy was lying next to his father. The father's head was gone, but he was still holding his son's arm firmly.
The left side of the young boy's body was torn to pieces, and his intestines rolled out quite far.
Tom let out a long sigh. They were only ten meters away from the city gate, but they might never have thought until their death that the city gate had long been sealed from the inside. Or they had thought of it, but that was
Their only hope, a hope without hope.
"We will come back, we will definitely. We will take back all the land that belongs to us, and make all the demons pay the heaviest and painful price for what they have done today!" This is what Lawns said to all naval officers and soldiers.
When he spoke during the speech, his tone was unprecedentedly firm, as if he was swearing.
After hearing these words, all the soldiers were looking forward to it, hoping that they could return to Shakeburn again as conquerors, come back here, and trample all the demons under their feet.
"The general is right, we will definitely come back." Tom withdrew his gaze from the corpses of the father and son, and said to his comrades in agreement: "We will come back, and come back to find those demons to recover our blood debt.
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"Yes, revenge and debt collection! We humans will never be slaves!" The comrade nodded and slightly changed a slogan he was familiar with before and used it now.
While they were talking, in the cockpit of an F-14 Tomcat fighter jet overhead that was patrolling the battlefield, the pilot in the rear looked at the light spot on the radar and reported loudly: "We found a huge light spot.
, it looks like at least a giant floating fortress! Enemies are approaching! Repeat, enemies are approaching!"
"This is Observatory No. 1, this is Observatory No. 1! We are verifying the target you mentioned... Please closely monitor the enemy forces in this direction!" In the earpiece, the command and dispatch officer on the early warning aircraft spoke.
Order.
The F-14 responsible for patrol received the order and immediately called the nearby wingman, and the two aircraft left in formation.
Looking up at the two fighter jets speeding away into the distance with their engines roaring, the commander of Company A narrowed his eyes.
He knew that when the patrolling fighter jets left in such a hurry, they must have discovered some suspicious target there. No matter what the target was, it could be said that their time to stay in Shakeburn was running out.
Just behind him, the soldiers of Company A were piling up the heavy weapons they used that seemed impossible to transport, preparing to blast them away before leaving.
Engineers have attached C4 explosives to these weapons piles and connected the detonation leads. As long as the detonators are connected and powered on, these weapons and equipment can be blown into a pile of scrap copper and iron.
Basically, what is being dealt with are some cheap mortars and mortar shells. Expensive individual anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles are all going to be taken away. After all, this is not a withdrawal, this is a Navy
Transfer and transportation conditions are relatively relaxed.
"The purpose of leaving this time is to stay here in the future!" He turned around and comforted the strong man from the city guard standing beside him: "Let's go! You go to the pier to gather first and wait for news of departure."
The strong man nodded and returned the pistol on his waist to the commander of Company A: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The company commander of A Company smiled reluctantly: "We are all human beings."
