Chapter 518： Outside the city

"This is too miserable." A soldier in Ailan Hill was holding a gun and walking on the ground full of blood and minced meat. The army boots had been stained red with blood and mud.

He could feel the blood drying on the soles of the shoes, and the squishy sensation could almost bring up what was being stepped on under his feet. This feels very bad, and it takes great courage to make his whole person take every step.

Compared with the situation in Shaker's city, the appearance outside the city is even more creepy. It is no longer enough to describe the two words **** here, because the cruelest **** that mankind can imagine is absolutely indescribable.

The corpses of hundreds of thousands of refugees are mixed with the corpses of the devil, and there are corpses everywhere, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

In the center of these corpses, there are huge craters that were bombed by Ailan Hill's large-caliber artillery shells. One by one is like an abrupt crater on the surface of the moon, in the world of flesh and blood, with its mouth wide open, as if to swallow everything.

At the bottom of these craters, there is a pool of red blood. The blood dried up on the bottom of the pit, not much, but it stuck to the soft soil, shocking.

The new Tom felt his stomach was rolling, but he had nothing left to vomit.

The comrades who patrolled with him were almost like this. They had vomited several times, and they vomited until they couldn't vomit anything, so they could barely get out of the broken wall and walk on such a terrible road.

Yes, even if this feeling is extremely disgusting, the soldiers who are responsible for finding survivors outside the city can't vomit it anymore.

As this feeling of walking in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain increases, they become more and more used to it. Up to now, although they still feel sick, they have been numb enough to ignore the naked arms and the woods. Bones.

"The closer you are to the city gate, the more corpses. Many refugees have fled here, but they have not been able to break through the thick and tall city walls like the devil." Tom stepped on the sticky ground while talking to his comrades in arms. Introducing experience.

This is the second time he has come to patrol the city. He is a person who has seen the "big scene", so he is calmer than the comrade behind him, and can speak vigorously through the gas mask urn.

Although the sound is not clear, it can be transmitted through the microphone and headset, but it can be heard clearly in the radio communication channel.

The comrade-in-arms, who was also carrying a weapon, a first aid kit, and a large amount of medicine, found a mountain of corpses at this time.

These corpses were leaning against the walls of the city wall. After being chased by the devil, these people had no way to retreat, so they could only huddle together. Then the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and they piled up naturally.

"Really some poor people... If they are willing to fight, the situation will be very different." The comrade-in-arms finally overcome the nausea in his heart and said through the phone.

"Can they beat those demons back?" Tom looked back at his comrades in arms and asked in disbelief.

"No, they will die with more dignity. At least, they will not be crowded together, piled up 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 hordes of demons.

However, these demon forces were completely surpassed in the face of Ailan Hill soldiers who were more soundly organized, more capable of organization, and more disciplined and combat effective.

To put it bluntly, no matter how brave, the army of the old age is still the army of the old age, and it is impossible for them to surpass the advanced and developed modern army.

"Let’s take a look! The last time I found a living person was in this kind of place." Tom stared at the hills piled up with human bodies in the distance, and said to his comrades in arms: "You will definitely not like it, one by one. Pull the corpse up from under your feet and see if the corpse buried underneath is still breathing."

No one likes this kind of work. It is definitely not a good experience to touch those stiff bodies with their hands. Even with gloves, it feels enough to make people break down.

In the distance, a group of Shakeben’s city guard soldiers were numbly searching for something from the pile of corpses. They were silent, as if they were zombies living in a group of minced meat, their movements were slow and lifeless.

These people are ordered to come here to find survivors, but in a sense, their work is hardly rewarding.

There were dead people everywhere, and very few living people were found. And they don't have time to test the life and death of each "corpse", they can only use the fastest speed to find those living people who can respond to their actions, because Ailan Hill's fleet can't wait for them too long.

There is no alternative.

Because Ailan Hill's fleet is used for combat, it hangs alone without support overseas, and it is too easy to become a target of demon attacks.

The best way for the navy fleet to protect itself is to hide in the vast ocean and use vast areas to increase the enemy's search costs.

But if the naval fleet is fixed in one place, it is very dangerous. The High Seas Fleet during the First World War and the Tirbitz battleship during the Second World War were all stuck in the harbor and unable to escape.

What's more, in one day, the living people hiding in the city have basically been rescued. Alan Hill has rescued more than 60,000 civilians from Shakburn, which is much less than they thought. Too much.

Even after several times of ransacking by the Ailan Hill naval fleet, the population of Shakerburn would exceed 300,000 during the lowest period of Shakeburn.

Now, the streets that were once glorious have disappeared, and the tall city walls have become rubble. In the city of Shakeben with more than 500,000 people, there were only 60,000 survivors in the end.

If you count the more than 200,000 refugees outside the city, the devil killed almost 650,000 people in a short period of time.

That is 650,000 fresh lives, and they were still living in this world a day ago. Now that 24 hours have passed, these lives have all become powders and have disappeared without a trace.

Halfway through, Tom saw two bodies on the ground. A teenage boy was lying next to his father. The father's head was gone, but he still held his son's arm firmly. The young boy's left half of his body was torn apart and his intestines rolled out so far.

Tom let out a long sigh. They were only a dozen meters away from the city gate, but they might not have thought that the city gate had been sealed from inside long ago. Or they thought about 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 let all the demons pay the heaviest and most painful price for what they do today!" This is Lawnes's treatment to all naval officers and soldiers. What he said during the speech, his tone was firmer than ever, as if he was swearing.

After hearing this, all the soldiers were looking forward to their hearts, hoping that they could return to Shakeburn again as a conqueror, 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 debts. "

"Yeah, revenge, debt collection! We human beings will never be slaves!" The comrade nodded, 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 patrolling the battlefield overhead, the rear pilot looked at the light spot on the radar and said loudly: "We found a huge light spot. , It looks like at least a giant floating fortress! An enemy is approaching! Repeat, an enemy is approaching!"

"This is Observation Tower One, and this is Observation Tower One! We are verifying the target you mentioned... Please closely monitor the enemy forces in this direction!" In the headset, the command and dispatch officer on the early warning aircraft said command.

The leader of the patrol F-14 immediately called the wingman nearby, and the two planes left in formation.

Looking up at the two fighter jets galloping away from the engines, the company commander of Company A narrowed his eyes.

He knew that the patrolling fighters leaving in such a hurry must have found some suspicious target there. No matter what the goal was, they didn't have much time to stay in Shakeburn.

Behind him, the soldiers of Company A were stacking up the heavy weapons they used that seemed unable to be transported, ready to explode when they left.

The engineers have already attached C4 explosives to these weapon piles and connected the fuse for initiating them. As long as the detonator is connected, these weapons and equipment can be blown into a pile of scrap copper and iron after power on.

Basically, what was dealt with was some cheap mortars and mortar shells. Expensive individual air defense missiles, already anti-tank missiles, are to be taken away. After all, this is not a withdrawal. It is a transfer of the navy, and the transportation conditions are relatively loose.

"Leaving this time is for the purpose of staying in the future!" Turning around, he comforted the strong man of the city guard standing beside him: "Let's go! Go to the pier first, and wait for the news of leaving."

The strong man nodded and returned the pistol at his waist to the company commander of company A: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The company commander of company A grinned reluctantly: "It's all human."