Five Hundred and Eighteen Outside the City

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"This is too tragic." A soldier of Alan Hill walked on the ground full of blood and minced meat with a gun in his hand. His military boots were already stained red by the blood mud.

He could feel the blood drying on the soles of his shoes, so sticky that he could almost pick up the things he stepped on. This feeling is very bad, and it takes a lot of courage for him to take every step.

Compared with the situation inside Shakeben City, the appearance outside the city is even more creepy. It is no longer enough to use the word hell to describe it, because the cruelest hell that human beings can imagine is absolutely impossible to describe the scene in front of them.

The corpses of hundreds of thousands of refugees were mixed with the corpses of demons, and there were corpses everywhere, beyond the horizon at a glance.

In the center of these corpses are some huge craters blasted out by the large-caliber shells of Ireland Hill. One by one, like the abrupt craters on the surface of the moon, they opened their mouths ferociously in the world of flesh and blood, as if they wanted to swallow everything.

At the bottom of these craters, there is pooled red blood. The blood dried up at the bottom of the pit, not much, but sticking to the soft soil, shocking.

New Tom felt his stomach rolling, but he had nothing to throw up.

The comrades on patrol with him are almost like this. They have already vomited several times, and they vomited until they couldn't vomit anything more before they could barely walk out of the broken city wall and walk on such a terrible road.

Yes, even though this feeling was extremely disgusting, the soldiers who were in charge of finding survivors outside the city couldn't vomit anymore.

As the feeling of walking in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood became more and more common, they became more and more used to it. Up to now, although they still felt disgusted, they were numb enough to be able to ignore those naked arms, and the dense Dead bones.

"The closer 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 walls like the demons." Tom stepped on the sticky ground while talking to his comrades-in-arms Introducing experience.

This is the second time he has gone out of the city to patrol, and he can be regarded as a person who has seen the "big scene", so he is calmer than the comrade behind him, and he can speak in a low voice through the gas mask.

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

The comrades who were also carrying weapons, first aid kits, and a large amount of medicines found a pile of corpses at this time.

These corpses leaned against the wall of the city wall. Obviously, after being chased here by the demons, these people had no way to retreat, so they could only huddle together, and then the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and they piled up naturally.

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

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

"No, they will die with more dignity. At least, they won't be crowded together like a grave." Tom's comrade-in-arms shook his head and answered.

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 groups of demons.

but,

In front of the Ailan Hill soldiers with better organization, stronger organization ability, more discipline and combat effectiveness, these demon troops were completely surpassed.

To put it bluntly, no matter how brave it is, the army of the old era is still the army of the old era, and it is impossible for them to surpass the modern army after progress and development.

"Go and have a look! The last time we found living people, it was in this kind of place." Tom stared at the hills piled up with human bodies in the distance, and said to his comrades: "You will definitely not like it, one by one Pull the dead body up from under its feet and see if the buried body is still breathing."

No one likes this kind of work. It is definitely not a good experience to touch those dead bodies with their hands. Even with gloves on, the feeling is enough to make people collapse.

In the distance, a group of Shakburn 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, moving slowly and lifelessly.

These people were ordered to come here to find survivors, but in a sense, their work was almost fruitless.

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 every "corpse". They can only use the fastest speed to find those living people who can respond to their actions, because the fleet of Alan Hill can't wait for them for too long.

This is impossible.

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

The best way for the naval fleet to protect itself is to hide in the vast sea and use the vast area to increase the enemy's search cost.

But if the naval fleet is fixed in one place, it is very dangerous. The High Seas Fleet during World War I, as well as the battleship Tirpitz during World War II, were all stuck in the port and unable to get out, so they did nothing.

What's more, in a day's time, those living people hiding in the city have basically been rescued. Alan Hill has rescued more than 60,000 civilians from Shakeburn, which is much less than they imagined. Too much.

Even after several times of looting by the Alan Hill naval fleet, the population of Shakeburn was more than 300,000 at its lowest point.

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

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

That's 650,000 living beings who were living in this world just one day ago. Now 24 hours have passed, and these beings have all become ashes and have disappeared without a trace.

Halfway through, Tom saw two dead bodies on the ground. A teenage boy was lying next to his father, whose head was gone, but still holding his son's arm firmly. The left half of the young boy's body was bitten to pieces, and his intestines rolled out a long way.

Tom let out a long sigh. They were only a dozen meters away from the city gate, but they might never have imagined that the city gate had been sealed from the inside long ago. Or they thought of it, but that was their only hope, a hope that could not be seen.

"We will come back, we will. We will take back all the land that belongs to us, and make all the demons pay the most painful price for what they have done today!" This is what Genes said to all naval officers and soldiers When speaking, his tone was unprecedentedly firm, as if he was swearing.

After hearing this passage, all the soldiers were looking forward to it, hoping that they could return to Shakeburn as conquerors, 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 repay our blood debt. "

"Yes, revenge, debt collection! We human beings will never be slaves!" The comrade-in-arms nodded, and slightly 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 jet patrolling the battlefield overhead, the driver in the back row looked at the light spot on the radar and reported loudly: "We found a huge light spot , it looks like at least a giant floating fortress! Enemies are approaching! Repeat, enemies are approaching!"

"This is Observatory No. 1, here is Observatory No. 1! We are verifying the target you mentioned... Please keep a close watch on the enemy forces in this direction!" Inside the headset, the command and dispatch officer on the early warning aircraft spoke. Order.

The patrolling F-14 took the lead and immediately called the wingman who was nearby, and the two planes left in formation.

Looking up at the roaring engines of the two fighter jets galloping towards the distance, the commander of Company A narrowed his eyes.

He knew that if the patrolling fighter jets left in such a hurry, they must have found some suspicious target there. Whatever that goal was, their time in Shackleburn was numbered.

Right behind him, the soldiers of Company A were piling up the heavy weapons they used, which seemed impossible to carry away, and were about to dispose of them explosively when they left.

The engineers have already pasted C4 explosives on these weapon piles and connected the fuses for detonation. As long as the detonator is connected and the power is turned on, these weapons and equipment can be blown into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Basically, what's being dealt with is some cheap mortars and mortar shells. Expensive individual anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles will all be taken away. After all, this is not a withdrawal of troops, but a transfer of the navy, and the transportation conditions are relatively loose.

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

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

"You're welcome." The commander of Company A forced a smile: "They're all human."