Chapter 508： Bloody beginning

Shakeben is a harbour city, and its walls are not complete. In fact, after these walls meander to the beach, they are blocked by the fort and the coast.

Strictly speaking, the port area of ​​this city is not in the city, or in other words, not under the protection of the city wall.

The port area and the buildings in the port area are only protected by simple fortifications, but they are protected by fortresses and have a certain degree of security.

However, in the face of the attack of the devil and the attack of Lanhill, the fragile wall still cannot protect the safety of the main streets of the city, and the unprotected port area naturally no longer has any security at all.

Behind the city wall of Shakburn, there are some cleared out camps where the troops are stationed, and the part near the core is the city street.

Now there are refugees everywhere here, they have no place to evacuate, they can only crowd on the streets, waiting for their destiny.

Hearing the sound of the trebuchets and seeing the army being moved up the city wall in rows, these refugees crowded under the eaves and leaning against the corner of the building were frightened and wondering what to do.

Their ability to come here is already the limit they can do. Although hungry, there are not many old, weak, sick and disabled people here, because the real old, weak, sick and disabled have disappeared on the way.

"All numbered young people gather! Go to the weapon store to collect your weapons! The devil is attacking the wall! If the wall is broken, no one can be spared! Everyone must fight! Move fast!" An officer carrying a long sword , Followed by a guard carrying a spear, yelled loudly while walking across the street.

The slightly hoarse shouts made everyone feel uneasy. They twitched and dared not step forward, because they didn't know what terrible things they would face once they took up their weapons.

"Quick! You must fight! Otherwise, the devil rushes in and you are all dead!" The officer was still shouting loudly. At this time, some men could only stand up, after all, they also knew the horror of some demons.

On the other side, all the soldiers in the barracks are busy now. Some soldiers have just retreated from their positions to rest, some have lost more than half of the troops waiting to be replenished, and a large number of logistics personnel are constantly running around.

Suddenly someone knocked on the barracks door of a troop, came in and asked, "Is there anyone here to help?" The visitor was bloodied, the chain mail on the inner side of the armor was messy, and the long sword hung slantingly around his waist and looked embarrassed Unbearable.

"We haven't received the order to go up the city wall." The only officer in the house stood up and answered.

The dozen or so soldiers of the squad stationed in the house stared blankly at the incoming soldier, not knowing what he was going to do at this time. After all, according to the news, they had not received the order to go up to the city wall.

"Excuse me, I am from the Fifth Corps that was withdrawn. We have too many wounded! The hospital has insufficient manpower. Can some elder brothers go and help me?" The front line came out and played very intensely.

The captain in this barracks was the only one in this unit who had fought, and he naturally knew the seriousness of the matter.

Only if they help, someone will help them later. This is all mutual and a tacit understanding between friendly forces.

So he stood up, walked in front of his men, and commanded: "It's not easy to survive. We have nothing to do now, and we can't get tired of doing some work."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to a few of his men and said: "You are left to guard the equipment and things. Those who go leave the equipment in the barracks. It is not convenient to save people with armor."

"Thanks, thank you." The member of the Fifth Legion seemed to have left a lot of barracks. He was probably refused 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, these soldiers who came to help followed the captain to a nearby battlefield hospital. Except for the captain who had experienced the battle, everyone else was completely stunned by the sight in front of them.

A stretcher was hurriedly carried over in front of a few people. The soldier on it was covered with blood, half of his armor was deformed, and a lot of white bones were spent. He didn’t come out because the blood flowed from his mouth. Broken internal organs and blood foam. Those eyes looked straight at the captain and the others, seemingly unwilling and painful.

Not far away, the lightly wounded were thrown into the open space and were taken care of by an aunt. The screams were endless. Soldiers with missing arms and legs were struggling painfully on the ground. Several soldiers with gauze wrapped around their heads were helping to look after them. Comrades-in-arms.

"Gentlemen! Which unit are you from? Where's the armor?" A medic in a white blouse covered in chain mail came over, frowning. His white blouse was half red with blood, and it looked so wet and disgusting.

The captain who heard the question knew this military doctor who had a higher rank than himself and immediately saluted and replied: "My lord, we are soldiers of the Fourth Army. I heard that you need manpower here, so I came to help."

Hearing the captain’s answer, the military medical officer’s face immediately became amiable: “There are too few soldiers willing to volunteer to help. Thank you for working hard for your compatriots. Go there and get some stretchers to help transport the city walls. The wounded are here, thank you."

"Yes, my lord!" The captain saluted again, and the medical officer solemnly returned a military salute and hurriedly turned to another direction.

These soldiers who came to help found the quarters officer who was already busy in the chaos, and took a few stretchers there, and the people with the small team helped lift the wounded soldiers.

Everyone said nothing, because they could only look for soldiers who could be cured from the blood-stained front-line wounded pile. The soldiers dragging the stretcher soon discovered that they were stepping on the next step, which was already a long time ago. The cold body.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the ankle of a recruit, causing the soldier who was following his team to tremble involuntarily.

He looked down, a soldier was vomiting blood and begged in an unclear voice: "Help me, please help me."

"Hey! Captain! There is a living person here." The soldier who was caught by the ankle was scared to death, and hurriedly called the captain who was walking in front.

It's a pity that his captain didn't even turn his head back, and continued to move forward. He didn't stop his footsteps, but he answered the question of the rear soldier: "Leave him here! Not everyone alive can be saved."

At this time, the recruit who had finally taken the courage lowered his head and carefully examined the wounded man holding his ankle, only to find that the opponent's legs were gone.

About two-thirds of the wounded soldiers were lying in the mud, surrounded by blood-stained land. According to the current state, there is really no need to waste time to rescue this kind of injury.

Cruel, even needing to be bold, the recruit shook off his hand holding his ankle. He walked forward trembling, and caught up with the captain in front. The two found a soldier with an arrow in the shoulder and ribs, and put the lucky guy on the stretcher.

As they put the wounded on the stretcher, the wounded soldier lying not far away with his legs full of blood 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!"

In this process, the captain never looked back, and finally brought these novices who saw so many dead people for the first time, despite the sound of pleading in the distance, they returned to the hospital on the same road.

Once again, passing by the half-wounded man who fell beside the pile of corpses, the recruit once again saw the half-body that had just grabbed his ankle.

Now that body was lying motionless next to the pile of corpses, the blood underneath was already condensed in the mud, and the opponent was motionless, and there was no shouting, and of course he couldn't tell if he was alive...

Back at the hospital, two medical soldiers came to the stretcher carried by the recruit and motioned to the recruit to lay the wounded on the ground.

Of course, these recruits who carried the wounded for the first time obediently followed suit, but the other side did not wait for the wounded to react. They put down the stretcher and grasped the end of the demon arrow full of rust and barbs. , Pressing the vicinity of the wound with one hand, pull out the iron arrow forcefully.

"Ah!" The wounded soldier let out a heart-piercing scream, and blood flowed like a burst of blood, splashing the face of the recruit carrying the stretcher. The medical soldier didn't even look at the wounded soldier. He stared at the recruit and said, "Help block the hole with your fingers! When the two bandage men over there come over, you can go. The arrow on the arm. It's not fatal, just let it go."

"I, I said... this, how can this work... how can it be, how can it be so rough..." The recruit has been frightened by the sight in front of him, now he feels that his legs are soft, and he asks that with a trembling tone. Physician of "Huosuga Life".

After all, as a soldier, he didn't want to be carried here after being injured. When he was the most helpless, he was so terrible to be caught.

"Soldiers!" The man who seemed to be a temporary guest doctor frowned, pointed to the wounded in the distance, and explained: "If I follow the procedure for each one, I can only save 20 each day!" The medical soldier's eyes were bloodshot, and the recruit who ignored the nonsense, wearily walked to another stretcher in the distance.

At this time, the team leader came over with blood from the others before him, and pushed his subordinates aside involuntarily, apologized to the doctor, and then turned his head and snorted: "You know now Right? This is war! It is not easy to survive."

The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain and moaned loudly, watching the captain insert his thumb into the bleeding wound, enduring the pain of bone erosion, and stammered: "Thank you...thank you."