One Hundred and Eighty-Four Shooting

In the muddy and gravel city of Alan, several soldiers in military uniforms but without any weapons were operating a strange tripod.

Their expressions were very monolithic, and several officers with a not-so-small rank opened the box and set up a piece of equipment on a tripod that had been leveled.

The person in the lead watched the machine work, fiddled with the switches on it, and gestured with his hands, letting the soldiers who had been ready to cooperate with him: "Okay! Come over here! Yes! Be neater. !look up!"

"Yes! That's right!" The officer on the side was also reminding the soldiers who passed by this equipment: "One, two, one! Be neater! Show a smile! Smile!"

Dressed in neat gear, these Alan Hill Grenadiers, wearing M42 helmets, strode past the camera. These precious video materials will be sent back to China, edited into movies, and played in many military camps and movie theaters in China.

In front of the camera, everyone kept their instinctive shyness, each with a young face with a smile. Their faces were filled with smiles of victory, and on top of their heads were M42 steel helmets with the national emblem of the hollow golden eagle.

A truck that had been ready to keep up with the crowd was full of soldiers. They were carrying STG-44 assault rifles, and everyone wanted to leave their faces in front of the camera.

Towed behind the truck was a brand-new 155mm howitzer, its thick barrel looking majestic and gleaming with metal in the sun. Following the cannon, there were still four columns of soldiers advancing neatly.

Further back, there is a brand new Irish Hill M4 tank with beautiful enchanted inscriptions sketched on the tank...

Yes, this is a perfectly normal pose. All of them try to put their best side to the camera as much as possible. There is no cruelty of war, no gunfire and no blood. What is here is just the infinite beauty of defending the home and the country.

In front of the camera of another camera crew, there is not such a good picture. They are shooting the collapsed wall and the ruined city wall. The camera also records the well-preserved corpses dug up by the grenadiers from the ruins. .

Some mothers are still holding their children, and some soldiers are holding swords that have changed shape. After the corpses were dug out from under the rubble by the soldiers, they were placed neatly on the side of the road, and soon they would be pulled away by the carriage that cleaned the corpses.

"Yes! We found about 200 fragments of helmets in the city, the standard helmets of Gricken, some without visors, some of which have changed shape..." An officer who was sorting out the fragments of armor patted The dust on the gloves introduced to the camera.

He pointed to the neatly sorted armors placed on the ground in the distance, and said, "Basically no corpses were found... Only some bones, they are very brave, and a stone tablet should be erected here for them."

The camera pans to the armor in the distance. Most of the armor still has blood on it, and some have tooth marks or penetrating wounds on it. The masters of these armors fought to the last minute without waiting for reinforcements who could save them.

"There are probably hundreds of corpses that can be found under the ruins. Now, there are hundreds of corpses that have been dug up. Many old people and children... They retreated too slowly. It would be better if we were here at the time." The officer took off his gloves, rubbed his eyes and said.

Those armors can clearly see the carved runes in the sun, the runes are covered with the blood of the armor owners, and the dried blood is still covered with dust. They just lay there quietly, silently telling their most glorious ending.

Just one look at these armors shows what kind of bloody battles have been experienced here. Every Greken faced their own death calmly. They fought to the last second, and no one was alive to give up their positions.

A soldier with a weapon on his back appeared in the camera,

There was incomparable anger in his indifferent eyes: "I'm going to kill 100 demons here! I'd be ashamed if I lost one! They're dead! We should have come earlier."

"Atomic bombs? Throw them all to those demons! Let them die!" another soldier chimed in.

Every Alan Hill soldier who came to Aran was angry. They saw more and more cemeteries outside the city, and saw the corpses that were constantly being dug up from the ruins. As they walked into the ruined city, they sorted out their emotions that were on the verge of breaking out.

They walked from Seris to Arlant, from Arlant to Higgs, from Higgs to Veronsa... Their footprints have traveled all over the Eastern Continent, but they have never seen such a bloody cruelty. war.

Compared to everything they've been through, this is the real hell. So they strengthened their beliefs and were ready to fight those inhuman enemies here to the end.

"Come on! Come on! Group 7 has found out! They need manpower! Come and help!" Under the camera, a soldier with a dusty face ran over with a shovel and waved desperately at the people here.

The officer carrying the camera and his subordinates, as well as the soldiers and officers who were arranging the armor, all began to run fiercely. The camera was shaking violently, crossing the ruins one after another.

"We heard people's shouts here! Right under the ruins of the city hall! This is where the most pieces of armor were found, so we judged that the final battle broke out here." The leading soldier led the way, shouting loudly Introduce what he knows.

"They must be desperately guarding something. That's why we're focusing on finding the area around here!" The officer who ran to the place, the first to run, gasped and explained the general situation around here.

"Then, we found the collapsed boulder... It was too big, but we shouted inside, and there was a knocking sound..." A soldier was covered in dust, as if he had crawled out of the ruins, Carrying a shovel to report.

"What are you still doing? Look for tanks! Pull these stones away! Hurry up!" The leading officer loudly ordered his subordinates to act: "Look for cars! The more the better! Hurry!"

"Second Lieutenant! We need help!" While Ryan and his crew were cooking their own cans next to the tank, a soldier ran over panting, panting with his hands on his knees.

Putting the can in his hand by the bonfire, Ryan stood up, slapped the dust behind his butt twice, and asked with squinted eyes, "What's going on?"

"We may have found survivors... We need vehicles that can drag boulders." The sergeant adjusted his breathing and replied.

"Guys! Start the tank! Let's help!" Ryan turned around and shouted to his crew members, "Wes! Contact other tanks and find someone nearby to help!"

"Come up! Get on the tank. Let's go over together!" Holding the can he was reluctant to throw in one hand, he rushed to the tank in two steps. Ryan turned around and extended his hand to the sergeant.

The sergeant was not polite, took advantage of the tank, sat against the turret, and drove back to the ruins of the city hall with Ryan's tank.

Ryan and the gunner jumped out of the tank, removed the steel cable hanging from the back of the tank, and with the help of a few infantrymen, hooked up the tank's towing hook.

"Slow down! Slow down! Slow acceleration! Yes! Yes!" Ryan stood beside the car body and instructed his driver to straighten the steel cable. Soon their efforts paid off. The falling boulder began to move its position.

A deep entrance appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and there were still some falling gravel on the steps inside, but it seemed to be smooth.

The soldiers of the search team standing on the side were full of shock, looked at the officer beside him and said, "We have been shouting here for at least two days, and we only heard someone respond today... We have been digging here all morning... Why did they only respond to us today?"

"Maybe... the survivors below, don't dare..." Watching the entrance of the basement gradually expand, the officer answered his subordinate's question intently.

"Listen to the people inside! We are humans! You are safe! Come out!" The Alan Hill soldier standing at the entrance of the passage, holding a horn, shouted loudly. They heard echoes in the passage, but saw no one coming out.

"Let me take someone down..." An officer asked anxiously, looking at the officer with the highest rank on the scene.

The leading officer shook his head and rejected the suggestion: "We can't be sure yet whether there are survivors here, or hidden demons... It would be very dangerous to go down rashly."

"The survivors inside may only have one breath left! Sir! Let's go down!" The officer said with tears and gritted teeth: "I'm not afraid of death! I want to try!"

"Yes! Sir! Let's try it!" Several soldiers also gathered around and hurriedly said, "Let's go down!"

"Stop arguing! I'll go down and have a look." A sad voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned around and saw Vivian, the Grecian magician who had turned over from the giant wolf Boken.

She was still wearing the clean magic robe, but she didn't wear the mask with the strange pattern on her face.

The face of an alluring country and alluring city showed no trace of the years. Tears welled up in a pair of eyes that were so pure and fascinated. She stepped on the rubble and gravel step by step to the entrance of the basement, and then walked along the dusty stairs to the depths of darkness.

It wasn't until she walked into the basement that the soldiers around came back to their senses. They looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw surprise and admiration in each other's eyes.

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