"We're not here for a landing operation...... a young Marine asked his commander as he stuck an extra magazine on his tactical vest, "Damn, why did you come here on an impromptu mission?" ”

"I heard that the demons are slaughtering in Shakburn, and we are going to go up and drive them away and get the civilians out." His captain checked his M4 assault rifle with a grenade launcher and replied without looking up. He pulled the bolt and heard a crisp sound, which brought the bolt back into place.

"Those people are all for demons, wouldn't it be better to let them die?" Another soldier hung a grenade on his chest and straightened out the pockets full of magazines on the side.

On the deck of the battleship where they were, there was a park full of UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters that had begun to rotate their wings.

Beside them, a landing craft had started its engine, and the loud noise of the hovercraft made it impossible to speak.

This battleship was the only amphibious landing ship carried by the Iran Hill Naval Fleet on its way south, and it could only carry a fully armed Marine regiment when it was fully loaded.

Because it did not think of carrying out the landing mission, it also carried only one battalion of soldiers.

After all, this time to the south, the navy is carrying out a rescue mission to the south, and they are ready to find a way to transport as many refugees as possible near Shakburn. Therefore, although this fleet carried more than thirty large transport ships, it did not arrange a large number of soldiers to accompany it.

If you bring one more soldier, you will have to take three or four fewer refugees with you when you retreat. This is because soldiers need a lot of logistical supply resources, while refugees can be aggrieved and do not need weapons and other support.

However, as soon as the battle on the naval side began, Lawrence realized that if his ground forces did not go up to fight, the demon would most likely not retreat immediately. They will resist the naval attack of Ellan Hill, slaughtering as many humans as possible before leaving.

In order to drive away the demons that were already in chaos, Lawrence decided to land his only Marine battalion and occupy the harbor to cover the retreat of the refugees.

"All soldiers hurry up and prepare! The fleet is clearing the harbor of enemy ships, and soon it will be our turn! Inside the radio, a majestic voice rang out, drowning out the cacophony of machinery.

"Oh my God! No heavy armored vehicles, no tanks...... There was no cover, and the landing station was full of enemy port cities...... Are you kidding. With his chin held high, looking at the radio speaker overhead, one soldier complained.

They were only a light battalion of marines, armed only with a few light weapons, and this time they were supposed to be there to maintain law and order on the transport ships and suppress enemy forces that might infiltrate the civilian population.

"Shut up! Hurry up and pack your weapons and equipment, we're on board! Company A may have already started to act! The company commander of Company B came over at this time, hugged the steel helmet and scolded, and walked to the hovercraft that had already started.

Inside the hovercraft, several lightly armored vehicles that have been secured to the deck with ropes are being carried out by the crew members of the crew. On the sides of the hovercraft, behind the two automatic guns covering the landing, the gunners were ready and gave a thumbs up.

On the deck, the soldiers of Company A were already hunched over and walked with their heads down towards the Black Hawk helicopters that had already started their engines. In front of these Black Hawk helicopters, the Cobra gunships, which also started their engines, had slowly risen from the deck, and the rockets mounted under the wings were majestic and imposing.

"Move fast!" Standing next to a helicopter, the commander of Company A waved his arm, signaling his men to move cleanly.

Most of these soldiers, armed with weapons and carrying as much ammunition as possible, have climbed into the helicopters that belong to them.

The back doors of the two CH-47 transport helicopters over there have begun to close, and the cabin is stacked with various weapons, including anti-tank rocket launchers and anti-aircraft missiles, mortars directly under the company, and ultra-light terrain vehicles responsible for transporting them.

The moment the tail hatch closed, the CH-47 transport helicopter left the deck and followed the UH-60 helicopters that had already taken off in front of it, heading off into the distance.

Watching the penultimate helicopter take off, the company commander of Company A got into the UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter next to him, gave the co-pilot in front a gesture to take off, and the Black Hawk also flew up, and the fuselage kept jolting slightly with the rotation of the engine.

In the cockpit, which is not very spacious, there are even communication equipment, as well as signal soldiers, and there are also two super puppets who sit quietly on the plane and do not say a word.

At the same time as these helicopters took off, the 1st Support Fleet of Alan Hill on the sea had been shelling for almost an hour.

They fired thousands of Tomahawk cruise missiles and fired at least 300 rounds of 406 mm naval artillery shells.

As an old navy insistence, Lawrence insisted on attacking his enemy within visual range, and despite the radar fire control, although he could fire safely at a distance of more than 100 kilometers, he was still willing to beat his target at a distance of 20 kilometers.

With the support of an advanced fire control system, the 406 mm caliber ship guns have a fairly high hit accuracy, and every salvo will have an enemy battleship detonated by a hit, and the entire port of Shakburn is now almost a graveyard of demon warships.

Lawrence, who was standing on Cambridge and admiring the destruction of his enemy, looked at his lieutenant again and asked, "The landing force has already departed, right?" ”

"Yes! Checkmate! Our landing force has departed, and we have almost cleared the harbor. The adjutant looked at the scene before him and replied.

Within their line of sight, there were not many targets left for the demon warship to fire, and more pillars of smoke had risen in the city, and the sky was full of Iran Hill's fighter jets, and the swarms of demon bats, and the raging demon dragons were gone.

The demons have indeed been suppressed, and they have no intention of fighting to the death against the main fleet of Ellan Hill in Shakburn.

To put it bluntly, these demons are not here to really fight to the death, and it can be seen from their configuration that this is not a main demon force in the real sense at all.

They don't have floating castles, and they don't have any more dragons. There are no large engineering weapons on the ground that can kill the walls of humanity in an instant, and there are no hordes of high-level demons who can do magic.

In terms of size, this is just an ordinary demon army, and the fleet is just a "leftover" that has survived from Iran Hill's attack.

As Lawrence confirmed the landing force, his fleet opened fire again, smashing the largest demon warship that had begun to capsize with smoke rising from it.

The destroyer had already begun to shoot at close range, and the 130 mm guns in the bow were constantly pouring shells at a demon warship that had no power to fight back with an extremely high rate of fire.

Every shell that hits the steel plate, which is not heavy, leaves a huge hole. The sea water poured into such a hole, and the demon warship sank quickly.

At least in naval battles, the demonic naval fleet will only be slaughtered when faced with the Iran Hill battleship.

Soon, dozens of helicopters that had taken off one after another swept across the sea, past the hovercraft that was speeding forward under their feet, and arrived at the harbor full of smoke.

"Oh my God...... This also ...... It's miserable. An Elanhill soldier leaning against the window, looking at the city that had been looted, sighed in shock.

"That clearing can land! Helicopter gunships have set up fire cover positions nearby! We'll be back when you go down!" The co-pilot in front of the helicopter turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him, who were already slightly nervous.

The lead officer gave him a thumbs up, and the UH-60 helicopter began to slow down above the hard-to-find clearing.

Then, the helicopter began to slowly descend to its altitude, and the cannon under the nose of the accompanying AH-1 Cobra gunship spewed tongues of fire, firing a dense barrage of shells at the demon dogs in the distance trying to get close to the landing site.

The shells hit the brick streets, sending up a cloud of white smoke. Several demon dogs were shot and fell to the ground, and the rest scattered and disappeared at the end of the street.

"Wow!" Approaching the ground, the side doors of the HU-60 Black Hawk helicopter were forcefully pulled open from the inside by the soldiers. When the helicopter's landing gear just touched the ground, the marines in the cabin couldn't wait to rush off the plane.

"Get cover! Build a defensive position! As soon as a squad leader jumped off the plane, he subconsciously shouted loudly to his soldiers.

There were also bloody corpses on the ground, some of them demon dogs and demon soldiers killed by helicopter gunships, some of civilians, and some of the soldiers of the Southern Kingdom wearing armor.

"Damn it!" A soldier had barely taken two steps forward when he tripped over the half-corpse that had been eaten by the demon dog at his feet. He struggled to his feet, and found that his palms were sticky with blood that was about to dry up.

He looked down at his chest, which was also covered in a lot of blood. He scolded in annoyance, and reluctantly picked up his weapon and followed the footsteps of his comrades.

"Set the highest point on that building over there! Turn on the identification device! Don't let your own shells kill you! As soon as he got off the plane, the platoon commander of the 1st platoon pointed to a building in the distance that had not been bombed and shouted.

Hearing his order, several soldiers standing beside him who arrived on the same plane nodded slightly, and then in pairs, carrying the launchers of heavy anti-tank missiles, they ran to the commanding heights in the distance.

A helicopter gunship flew over everyone's heads, rockets firing from both wings. The smell of burning gunpowder wafted through the battlefield, a smell that reassured every soldier of Ellan Hill.