Three Hundred and Fifteen Port Area Competition

"Rocket! Give me rockets!" A soldier with a bloody face turned and shouted loudly to his companion.

But his companion was already lying on the ground at this time, and there was no sound. The magic cannon just now almost destroyed this barricade position, but because of the deviation, it did not kill everyone in this position.

A soldier with a wounded arm was reloading an MG-42 machine gun, with three still steaming barrels scattered around him.

The defense line on the dock was not completely laid out, and now it is being attacked by the opponent, and it immediately seems to be stretched. The Devil's troops are strong and stamina, and the soldiers of the 15th Army faced such an opponent in the first battle, which was indeed too cruel for them.

"Dang clang... Dang clang..." A ZSU-25-4 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun rolled its tracks and ran over a piece of rubble, revealing its tall and eye-catching special turret on the position.

The four slender barrels on the front provide this anti-aircraft gun with plenty of firepower to deal with dense targets on the ground, which can be described as cruel.

The self-propelled anti-aircraft guns that found the ground target did not hesitate, and immediately started strafing the demon troops in the distance.

Dense tracer bullets rushed into the crowd at once, splashing ripples on the demon's magical defense barrier. Some of the shells pierced through the magical defense barrier, and immediately splashed a cloud of blood in the crowd of demons.

Countless demons fell on their way, piling on the corpses of the Alan Hill soldiers who were standing by the docks. Every step forward, they have to pay an extremely tragic price.

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"Hello? Hello? Yes, I'm the artillery position! The order I just saw... You are going to shell the entire dock area? Are you sure? Okay!" In the artillery headquarters, the commander hung up the phone and looked pale at the To his subordinates: "The order is confirmed! Fire!"

"Sir! That's our city... We are going to shell our own city?" an officer reminded anxiously.

"The place is about to be occupied by demons. We must weaken the demons' forces for the street fighting troops in the city! Execute the order!" The leading officer waved his hand and explained.

If he had a choice, he didn't want to bombard his city, but the current situation was that the demons had already landed in the port, and he had to weaken the forces of these demons to gain a greater advantage for the defensive frontline troops.

"Yes! Sir!" The officers in the headquarters stood at attention and saluted.

Then walked out.

A few minutes later, more than 30 155mm howitzers began to cover the dock area and part of the warehouse area that was about to fall.

The huge cannonball fell directly among the demon crowd. Because of the street fighting, their large-scale magic defense barrier could not be deployed, so the defense level dropped several grades at once.

Half of the warehouse was blown away by a shell, and the demon who had just rushed in was blasted into the sky along with the warehouse. There is black blood of demons everywhere, and the demons in the alley are still marching forward despite the hail of bullets, killing all the targets they can encounter.

Tall and strong bodies make them very strong in the process of melee combat, and there are few places where they can maintain a perfect defensive position under their impact.

In a building in a port, the demon is launching a violent attack on the second floor. Human soldiers guarded the only passage, desperately trying to buy some time for their companions behind to kill more enemies outside.

"Grenade!" After a shout, a violent explosion exploded under the stairs. The demon who was about to rush up just now had to retreat after the explosion.

Armed with AK-47 assault rifles, the soldiers guarding here fired a burst of fire at the entrance of the stairs, and lay down a demon soldier who was trying to rush up in the chaos.

The armored demon soldier rolled down the stairs, leaving a patch of black blood on the stairs.

Maybe it was the blood that inspired the ferocity of those demons, or maybe the machine gun fire point upstairs really caused a lot of trouble for the surrounding demons. These demons didn't stop, they stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed up.

"Magazine! Who still has a magazine!" After taking off the bent magazine on his assault rifle, the Alan Hill soldier asked his companion aloud.

In front of him, a soldier holding an AK-47 who was shooting below shook his head and replied loudly: "No more! I am the last one!"

The soldiers at the back had already started inserting bayonets into their weapons, and the magazines in their hands had been used up in the fierce exchange of fire just now.

A tall demon rushed up from the stairs, waving the weapon in his hand, and the sharp teeth behind the visor were clearly visible.

After he rushed up, he used the weapon in his hand to open several thorns that were stabbing in the face. But he was stabbed in the gap of the armor by several other thorns. Black blood flowed out from these gaps, and he roared loudly in pain.

But even so, the demon still fought to the death. He waved his weapon forward and won a better position for his companions behind him.

There was no one to stop the demon that came up again. The second demon slashed the helmet of an Alan Hill soldier in front of him with a sword, and the red blood splattered on his armor, making him look even more ferocious. fear.

The Alan Hill soldiers guarding the stairs moved forward bravely, but the bayonet was blocked by the demon soldiers who were familiar with fighting skills. The opponent's backhand was a sword, directly beheading the young Alan Hill soldier, rolling on the floor of the corridor, blood flowing all over the place.

The casualties are increasing, and the surrounding demon soldiers are getting tighter and tighter, and the Alan Hill soldiers who have no hope of breaking through the siege are even more mad. They hit the only remaining bullets into the densely populated areas of demon troops, and then the bloody cruelty unfolds. of hand-to-hand combat.

Someone fired the last grenade and jumped off the building to die with the enemy. Some people fought desperately on the stairs, and several people joined forces to kill the demon soldiers who rushed up on the stairs.

This partial battle was destined to be such a result from the very beginning, but everyone here is using their lives to fulfill the oath they once promised to the Eagle Banner of Alan Hill.

They have to fight to the last moment for this country, and they have to fight to the last moment for His Majesty the Emperor. Now, they have fulfilled their vows and become the greatest in their own way.

No one backed away because, as we all know, backing off doesn't help either. They are doomed from the moment they are surrounded. It's just a choice of how to die.

In the corner of a room on the top of the building, the signal soldier holding the walkie-talkie shed tears and finally reported the battle situation: "The enemy is in the corridor! My comrades are already dead, and the coordinates here are H11, B30 in the port area... ...tell my wife...I love her."

After he said this, after throwing away the walkie-talkie, the door in front of him was kicked open by the devil. The other party walked in with a long sword full of blood, and went straight to the only living person in the room.

The signal soldier grinned and laughed heartily: "X you! You wait to die! I'm waiting for you in hell! X you!"

The demon waved the long sword in his hand coldly, and stabbed the signal soldier with a sword. Because of the strength, the long sword pierced through the body of the signal soldier, and part of it was even nailed into the wall.

The signal soldier vomited blood on the opponent's hand holding the long sword, and still scolded vaguely: "X you...grass...you...eat..."

The head that was stubborn and refused to fall finally tilted to one side, and the demon was not in the mood to care about the life and death of this signal soldier, so he pulled out his long sword and searched the next room.

When he kicked open the door of the other room, the body of the signal soldier who was leaning against the wall fell into the corner, making a muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, a huge artillery shell landed on the open space not far from the building, and a demon army was engulfed by the explosion, and blood flew everywhere.

The second shell roared down and crashed directly into the building that was devoid of human beings. The huge explosion instantly destroyed the building and smashed all the demons inside.

The vicious devil just now, before he could protect his hideous face, was drowned by the collapsed stone slabs, and there was no sound anymore.

After the two shells fell, the dense cannonballs began to fall continuously, covering this area that was once garrisoned by humans, but is now full of demons.

The building collapsed in the explosion, the street was destroyed in the explosion, and everything was devoured, including demons and human corpses.

In the port warehouses and buildings closer to the city, human soldiers have occupied the high ground, and countless soldiers have pulled the bolts, loaded bullets, and waited for the arrival of the demon army.

It was already dark, and with a frenzied fight, it was time for dinner. And the demon army that threatened to have dinner in Ferry City has not even touched the real urban area of ​​Ferry City.

Countless demons were crushed, covered, and tortured by human fire on the beach. Countless demons fought against humans in the port area - no one thought that before nightfall, the main line of defense of Alan Hill would still stand, and no one thought that the demons would struggle on the beach for such a long time. Don't back down.

Both sides were shocked by the ability and perseverance of the other, and then invested more troops, trying to use this war to completely destroy the other's confidence.

With the main force of demons and dragons joining the battlefield, the real battle finally kicked off before dinner.

The demon troops began to storm the city, and the human troops also put their most elite troops into the city street battles.

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Long Ling's condition in the past two days is really not very good, but in a hurry to pay off debts and boast about Haikou, he can only insist on writing - this is yesterday's update, today's update may be late, everyone, don't wait, I'll wake up tomorrow morning and look good...