Four Hundred and Eighty-Seven Hunting

A symphony requires the cooperation of different instruments, and music on the battlefield also requires different weapons to play. The fight reaches its climax when all the voices are added to it.

When the 406mm caliber rocket launchers fired in salvo, they were as magnificent as mountains and seas, and the dust blown up could cover the entire launch site in a cloud of smoke and dust.

If you don't distinguish carefully, you will think that your position has been attacked by the enemy, but if you look carefully, you will appreciate the spectacular scene of countless flames spraying out and flying towards the enemy's position in the distance.

Such a rocket can hit more than 250 kilometers. Although the landing point is not so precise, the explosive power of the warhead can cover a diameter of one kilometer. Every attack of rockets carrying high-explosive warheads is enough to shake the enemy's defenses.

Tony watched such rockets fall into Boyost, and watched the originally silent city of Boyost boiling again like boiled water.

Clearly, history does not intend for the city to end its misery. The arrival of the soldiers of Alan Hill opened the prelude to the destruction of the city again.

A carload of infantry passed by the camp where Tony was resting. Holding the rifles in their hands, they looked indifferently at the neatly lined up T-72 tanks parked on the side of the road.

Compared with the ancient equipment of World War II in the past, most of the soldiers fighting on the southern front of Alan Hill have been replaced with more advanced individual equipment. They wear Kevlar helmets and tactical vests that can be stuffed with ceramic bulletproof plates.

There is a special pocket for magazines on the vest, and several egg-shaped grenades with prefabricated fragments are hung. At the same time, tactical flashlights, multi-function bayonets, pistols, etc. are all available, and almost every soldier is armed to the teeth.

Compared with their grenadier predecessors, these elite soldiers have more powerful and sustained firepower, better protection measures, higher training levels, and more satisfactory salary packages.

Most of them only served in the front line for 150 days, and about 200 days of the remaining time were spent in the front-line barracks, and the remaining ten days were free family leave when they could leave the front line.

Today's army is more humane than before, but its combat effectiveness is stronger. Those who support these soldiers are will and ideals, responsibility and belief. Through ideological and moral education, they all, like Tony, realized that this is a war of life and death for human beings, so they must go all out.

More and more soldiers voluntarily give up their vacations. Even if they are replaced from the front line, they will learn some knowledge to improve themselves and help the front line complete maintenance of equipment or take care of the wounded.

The combat effectiveness of such an almost professional army is astonishing. With the support of countless modern weapons and equipment, they are brave and skilled in fighting, and they never surrender, because this is a life-and-death battle without prisoners.

After the trucks passed the camp where Tony was, they stopped at the edge of the ruins of the city.

The soldiers scrambled to jump out of the truck. Behind them was a mortar firing position. A row of 82mm mortars was firing non-stop, pouring shells into the neighborhood where the demon army was found.

After queuing up to count, the entire infantry company was assembled. The soldiers who were ordered to inspect weapons piled up their luggage in the company's part of the house that had not collapsed, and then began to collect their spare bullets at the ammunition distribution point.

The ground was littered with tiles and dark, deformed bones, and military boots creaked on them. After a burst of hasty passwords, these soldiers began to carefully move towards the city center with their weapons in hand.

Humans do not have a strong body like demons, nor do they have magic blessings, so they must rely on their own experience, wisdom, and weapons and equipment in their hands to defeat their opponents.

Fortunately, they were soldiers of Alan Hill, and their country provided them with everything they needed. Even the kettles hanging behind their waists are all high-tech products made of special materials.

"Search all buildings carefully! Check every room! Demons can hide in any room! Don't leave any blind spots! Call for support immediately if you encounter a deliberate target!" All the commanders are reminding own men.

Every unit has been ordered before taking action to reduce casualties as much as possible. This is the basic principle that every unit abides by.

Overhead, the rocket pods on either side of the uh-1 air cavalry helicopter responsible for covering them are majestic, and the gatling machine gun protruding from the fuselage of the aircraft on the side bracket is watching everything around.

At the slightest sign of trouble, ammunition will rain down on the target, and then more powerful firepower will cover everything around.

Starting a year ago, this war has been a war of attrition for Alan Hill. Every day, hundreds of tons of metal made into ammunition are consumed, and every inch of land that front-line soldiers walk through, discarded shell casings will be dug out.

Near the center of the city, another castle could not be damaged and crashed to the ground. There were no tall buildings in Boyost, but now the situation is more like a flat land.

More than half of the buildings were reduced to rubble, and the uncollapsed walls stood in the middle of piles of corpses and bones like devil's nails.

There are incompletely burned furniture and wooden buildings everywhere, and from time to time, demon dogs rush quickly through the cracks of these ruins, like a huge mouse that saw the light in the sewer.

The demon army guarding the city has become the direct target of the Irish vanguard to vent their anger. Those human soldiers who watched thousands of miles of fertile land turn into hell have long wanted to bury these alien invaders with their own hands. up.

So they tried their best to destroy these demon troops left in the city. A string of demon dog heads hanging on wooden poles can often be seen on the roadside. Black blood flowed down the wooden poles, blackening the surrounding area. land.

Next to such a totem, there is often a wall that has not yet collapsed, and black spots of blood are splashed on the wall. On a higher place, a slogan full of hatred will be written in black blood: "Devil! Go to hell!"

The impression of later generations on the Battle of Boyost is mostly based on a famous photo of a war correspondent. In this photo, three human soldiers each hold the head of a demon soldier and smile naively at the camera. with. And the name of this photo is "The Hunt".

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