Six Hundred and Seventy-Three Play

In the trench that was almost flattened by bullets and shells, among the piles of demon corpses, a demon officer covered in black blood suddenly jumped up.

He stood up with a yell, swung the long sword in his hand, and tried to sneak attack the heavy armored grenadiers of Alan Hill who were close at hand.

It's a pity that he didn't succeed. His long sword was blocked by the heavy armor of the grenadiers wearing powered exoskeletons, and then he was surrounded by a group of human soldiers with weapons.

"Surrender!" Somewhat jerky, with a bit of reluctance, Captain Burison looked at the struggling demon officer with contempt, and coldly said the words that made him a little reluctant to say.

He said this to other human soldiers, and he did it. As long as the opponent is willing to put down the weapon in his hand, he is still willing to give the opponent a way to survive.

At this moment, he was facing a demon, and he shouted the command to let the other party put down his weapon, which really made him a little dumbfounded.

Apparently, the surrounding soldiers were also reluctant. They slowly approached with their weapons, and they might shoot and kill the demon officer who was unwilling to throw away the weapon in his hand at any time.

"I said, put down your weapons...you can surrender!" Burrison frowned, losing his patience with this shameless enemy.

What is he still insisting on? At this time, quickly throw away your weapon, cry and raise your hands high, is this the way it should be? Burrison thought in his mind, looking at the demon who was still unwilling to throw away his weapon.

The demon officer finally did not put down the long sword in his hand, he raised his weapon high, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the human heavy armor grenadier holding the weapon.

"Boom!" On the slightly empty battlefield, an Alan Hill soldier pulled the trigger. A bullet hit the demon officer who took a step forward, leaving a bloody hole in his body.

Black blood flowed out from the gap in the armor in an instant. The demon officer staggered, covering the bloody hole with one hand, leaning on the long sword stuck in the ground with the other hand, and raised his head firmly.

He didn't seem to think about surrendering until his death, and he didn't even waste a word of saliva with the human soldiers on the opposite side.

The demon officer just stood there so stupidly, the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

"Surrender!" I don't know if I was moved by the courage of the demon officer opposite,

Or for some other reason, Borisen finally uttered the command for the third time: "Drop your weapons!"

"I hope...you..." Leaning on his long sword, the demon took another step forward and stretched out his slender fingers, as if trying to grab the enemy in front of him.

"Boom!" The heavily armored Ellanhill grenadier facing the demon fired another shot without any hesitation, creating a new hole in the demon's body in an instant.

The demon lay on his back and hit the ground heavily. The entire battlefield became quiet again, only the sound of artillery in the distance was still coming and going.

The largest landing area controlled by demons has been compressed by the counterattack of Alan Hill's troops, leaving only half of its original area. The demon troops gathered here have also suffered heavy losses.

"What are they doing...don't surrender?" Burrison was a little annoyed. On the one hand, he didn't want to accept the devil's captives, but on the other hand, he didn't quite understand what the demon army was doing.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn't the devil ask Alan Hill to guarantee the safety of the captives after returning them?

But now, what kind of operation is this? Sending back the enemy's captives by himself, and then fighting to the end by himself, no one surrendered?

Burrison looked suspiciously at the smoky sandy beaches in the distance. He really wanted to know what kind of messy things were going on in the minds of these demons.

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"The radar search effect of the early warning aircraft is average, and there are a lot of radar clutter. After all, this area is an area that has been attacked by nuclear weapons and has electromagnetic radiation. It is not surprising at all." Helplessly complained to his subordinates.

His subordinates are also in a state of desperation now, because the task given to them by the superior is to resume radar detection as soon as possible.

However, the boss's complaints still had to be answered, so the subordinate adjusted the radar frequency, still in a bad mood: "The clutter launched from the sea is mixed with electromagnetic interference clutter, and a small warship of ten or twenty meters is actually I can't tell the difference."

"Really... The situation of Watchtower 102 is similar to that of Watchtower 116. Some large demonic warships can be found, and the smaller ones can only be identified and destroyed by attack aircraft troops." On the other side, an intelligence The personnel looked at the data on the computer screen and said depressedly.

Now in Alan Hill, only 2 early warning aircraft are working in the area of ​​electromagnetic radiation. The information they sent back was also very limited, and they could only identify the huge demon battleship and Sestos that had exploded in the sky.

As a floating city, Sestos, including the surrounding floating castles, is naturally an inescapable target, but some small targets are not easy to lock.

For example, some pilots of fighter jets reported that they saw some large dragons and fled south across the sea.

If you count some small battleships and some demon fighters, then the retreating demon army is at least 8,000 in size. If it is placed under other circumstances, none of them can escape.

"Let the attack aircraft unit go to intercept... Allocate 10 F-14 Tomcat fighter jet units to cover!" The commander of the carrier-based aircraft unit put his hands behind his back and gave the order to kill them all.

"Colonel...if the enemy ship hoisted a white flag, or attempted to surrender...what should we do?" An officer sat in front of the console and asked, covering the microphone with his hand.

"Just pretend you didn't see it..." The colonel thought for about a second, and then gave his answer: "Anyway, the guys in the army will also capture some prisoners, so we don't have to act... symbolic Things, don't care so much!"

"Obey!" The dispatcher let go of the microphone and ordered, "The 25th Fighter Squadron! The 25th Fighter Squadron! The 17th Attack Aircraft Squadron! The 17th Attack Aircraft Squadron! Adjust your course according to the navigation... Search the target sea area , Annihilate all the demon troop targets found there!"