Chapter 1243 Fire Rescue

The two soldiers quickly approached the newly emerged enemy and pulled the trigger of the anti-Devil grenade.

Two wisps of green smoke shot out from behind the bunker one after another, flying towards the huge spider demon - such an eye-catching target was almost impossible to miss. Looking at the grenade's wake, Uncle Sang felt his heart lift. He always felt that the thick carapace on the opponent's limbs was not that easy to deal with.

Bad premonition experience.

A grenade was fired at a deflected angle, and after hitting the target, it bounced to one side and fell directly into the ground.

The other one hit its front legs head-on, and the explosion stirred up a cloud of thick smoke, but the devil's movements did not stop because of this. He only paused slightly before stepping out of the smoke.

"Idiot, cum in your body!" the men couldn't help shouting.

"Let me try!" Another man volunteered to carry a box of warheads and climbed out of the trench.

Uncle Sang didn't stop him, but he wasn't as optimistic as others. He now understood what was strange about the new spider demon - compared to the irregular and ugly monsters in the manual, this deformed beast was much more coordinated. . The "armor" on its limbs is not a random pile of stones, but a regular multi-faceted prism. If they are gathered together, they may be able to form a trapezoidal platform that fits up and down with the stones on their back.

Moreover, when the opponent is moving, his limbs change greatly, which makes it even more difficult for soldiers to accurately hit the torso or abdomen. The previous missed shots were not accidental.

Sure enough, the next few rounds of grenades failed to stop the spider demon's actions. It would even deliberately close its limbs after the fire from the shooting tube was emitted, just like a conditioned reflex.

At the same time, the figure of the madman appeared in the gap created by the enemy.

"Hell, can't these guys shoot more accurately?" the machine gunner complained as he turned his gun.

"That's enough!" Uncle Sang said immediately, "Retreat to the second line of defense and give this area to them! Be prepared to detonate explosives."

"But……"

"There's nothing good about it," he shouted, "If we are surrounded by enemies from the side, we won't be able to leave even if we want to!"

The sound of the horn soon resounded through the position, and the nail squad took turns covering in accordance with the training regulations and retreated towards the port terminal. As the refugees watched the monster approaching, the queue began to panic.

The soldier in charge of detonating quickly connected the detonating wire to the hand motor and started shaking it quickly, "Captain, you can detonate at any time!"

"Very good, let it taste the taste of explosives." Uncle Sang stared at the rampaging beast and gestured with his hand, "Wait a moment... now -"

As the soldiers pressed the detonating rod violently, more than a dozen dull loud noises suddenly reached everyone's ears! In an instant, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble, and a series of rising smoke pillars almost filled the entire open space.

One of the piles of explosives was buried under the spider demon. The violent impact caused half of its body to fly into the air. The stone armor on its two feet suddenly became a heavy burden, and the joints were pulled apart. By the time it fell back, it was no longer able to move. It was leaning and collapsing to the ground like a giant beast that had been crippled by a bomb.

There was a whistle in the camp.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the same crashing sound also appeared on the east side of the pier.

Another spider demon suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Sang was glad that he had made the right choice.

He vaguely realized that this time the devil's attack was probably completely different from the previous ones. The current formation was clearly intended to outflank them and eliminate them. The sentry failed to return on time, probably because the enemy had cut off his retreat. If he had hesitated for a moment just now, it would have been difficult for the machine gun squad to escape unscathed. Although the First Army had given up on blocking the narrow street at this moment, the four Mark 1s were still there and could still temporarily suppress the madman's advance.

But this does not mean that the crisis has been resolved. Who knows how many spider demons the enemy has prepared. If there are two more... no, as long as there is one more, the time they can hold on can only be calculated in quarters of an hour. . What's worse is that there are still many refugees on the dock who are eager to be evacuated. Once panic spreads and order gets out of control, even they will not be able to get back on the ship, let alone rescuing people.

When the smoke cleared, the devils had taken advantage of this gap to pour into the empty space that had been plowed by explosives.

The sound of machine gun fire was heard for a while.

"boom----!"

Just when Uncle Sang was at a loss what to do, a familiar roar suddenly came from behind him. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell the source of the sound - for the First Army, the tone of the 152mm fortress artillery bombardment could be described as... It couldn't be more familiar!

And they didn't set up artillery positions at all!

He turned around in surprise and saw a steel ship slowly sailing into the harbor. The artillery on the bow was almost parallel to the deck and pointed straight at the defense line.

"That's... the Roland!" Someone among the soldiers quickly recognized the origin of the iron ship.

"Didn't they already evacuate?"

"Whatever, we have reinforcements!"

"Long live your Majesty, kill these bastards!"

The artillery shells roared over the soldiers' heads and landed in the open space one after another. The occasional smoke column was only about ten meters away from the trench, and the shrapnel fired from it would even hit the sandbags in front of the trench. The flying mud was like raindrops, crackling on everyone's heads. If it were normal, they would only use the most vicious language to curse the artillery battalion for being blind and lunatic. But now, there was only a sound of praise in the trench, and the fortress cannons The roar seems to have become the most beautiful movement.

Could it be that...the reason why Nailizhi didn't give up on the remaining people was that this was the moment he had been waiting for?

Uncle Sang noticed that the last group of refugees were being guided by soldiers onto the gunboat Roland. As a result, there was almost enough room for the people on the dock.

Although I don’t know how Nailida followed up to ask for instructions, it is obviously the best time to evacuate at this moment.

"Attention everyone, let's go to the dock now," he shouted, "one by one, don't get left behind! Once everyone has left, the demolition crew will immediately detonate the remaining explosives!"

The order quickly spread throughout the trench by word of mouth.

The final retreat begins.

The Mark I heavy machine gun and the remaining ammunition were left in place. Although I was heartbroken, this was His Majesty's order - under any circumstances, human safety should take precedence over weapons. As long as the soldiers are still there, the weapons will be Can be recreated.

After the group entered the dock, the devil also occupied the second line of defense under artillery fire.

However, what awaited them was a loud noise.

Thousands of kilograms of explosives sent the remaining weapons and madmen into the sky.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the Roland sounded its whistle and reversed at full speed to leave this shattered northern port.

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