"It's too bad." An Elanhill soldier walked through the bloody and fleshy land with a gun in hand, his boots stained red with blood.

He could feel the feeling of blood drying up on the soles of his shoes, slimy enough to pick up what he was stepping on. It felt very bad, and it took a lot of courage for him to take every step.

Compared to the situation inside Shakben City, the appearance outside the city is even more creepy. The word hell is no longer enough to describe here, because the most cruel 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, mixed with the corpses of demons, are full of corpses, and there is no edge in sight.

In the center of these corpses were huge craters that had been blasted out by Irlanhill's large-caliber shells. One by one, like an abrupt crater on the surface of the moon, it opened its bloody mouth in the flesh and blood, as if it wanted to devour everything.

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

The new Tom felt his stomach churning, but he couldn't vomit anything anymore.

The comrades-in-arms who patrolled with him were almost like this. They had vomited several times, until they could no longer vomit anything, before they could barely get out of the broken walls and walk on such a terrible road.

Yes, even if they felt extremely disgusting, the soldiers who were in charge of finding survivors outside the city couldn't vomit anymore.

As this feeling of walking in the sea of corpses became more and more, they became more and more accustomed to it, and now, although they still felt disgusting, they were numb enough to ignore those naked arms and white bones.

"The closer you get to the city gates, the more corpses there are. Many of the refugees fled here, but they were not able to break through the thick and tall walls like the demons. Tom stepped on the slimy ground as he introduced the experience to his comrades.

This is the second time he has gone out of the city to patrol, and he is a person who has seen a "big scene", so he is calmer than the comrade behind him, and he can still speak through the sound of gas mask urns.

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

The same comrade-in-arms who was holding a weapon, carrying a first-aid kit and carrying a large amount of medicine, found a mountain of corpses at this time.

The corpses were leaning against the walls of the city wall, and it was obvious that after being chased here by the demons, these people had no way to retreat, so they had to huddle together, and then the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and they piled up naturally.

"What a wretched person...... If they were willing to fight, it would be very different. The comrade-in-arms finally overcame the nausea in his heart and opened his mouth to speak through the intercom.

"Can they fight off those demons?" Tom looked back at his comrade and asked, a little incredulous.

"No, they're going to die with more dignity, at least, not crowded together like a grave." Tom's comrade shook his head and replied.

It is impossible for a demon to be defeated by a group of civilians, and even an unorganized magician will be surrounded and killed by the other party when facing a horde of demons.

However, in front of the Iran Hill soldiers, who were more well-organized, more organized, more disciplined and combative, these demonic forces were completely surpassed.

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

"Let's go and have a look! The last time a living person was found was in this kind of place. Tom stared at the hills in the distance where human bodies were piled up, and said to his comrades, "You won't like it, pull the corpses from under your feet one by one, and see if the corpses buried below are still breathing." ”

No one likes this kind of work, and touching those already stiff corpses with their hands is definitely not a good experience. Even with gloves on, the feeling was enough to break people.

In the distance, a group of Shakburn's City Guard soldiers were numbly rummaging through the pile of corpses, silent, as if they were zombies living in a pack of minced flesh, moving slowly and lifelessly.

These people were ordered to come here to find survivors, but in a sense, their work yielded little to no avail.

There are dead people everywhere, and the living people found are simply rare. And they don't have time to test the life and death of each "corpse", they can only search for those living people who can still respond to their movements as fast as possible, because Iran Hill's fleet can't wait too long for them.

There's no way around it.

Because Iran Hill's fleet is for combat purposes, it is too easy to become a target for demonic attacks if it hangs alone overseas without support.

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

But if the naval fleet is fixed in one place, it is very dangerous. The High Seas Fleet during World War I and the battleship Tilbitz during World War II were all blocked in ports and unable to get out.

What's more, in one day, those who were hiding in the city have basically been rescued, and Iran Hill has saved more than 60,000 civilians from Shakburn, which is much less than they imagined.

Even after several raids by the Iran Hill naval fleet to the south, the population of Shakburn exceeded 300,000 at its lowest point.

Today, the once glorious streets are gone, and the tall walls are in ruins. In the city of Shakben, which has more than 500,000 people, there are only a pitiful 60,000 survivors.

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

That's 650,000 living beings, and they lived in this world just a day ago. Now, 24 hours later, all these lives have become powder, and they have dissipated without a trace.

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

Tom let out a long sigh, they were only a dozen meters away from the city gate, but they probably didn't think until they died, the city gate had been sealed from the inside. Or maybe they thought of it, but that was their only hope, a hope that could not see hope.

"We will be back, definitely. 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! These were the words of Lawrence when he spoke to all the officers and men of the Navy, and his tone was unprecedentedly firm, as if he were swearing.

When they heard this, all the soldiers looked forward to it, hoping that they could return to Shakburn once again as conquerors, and come back here to trample all the demons under their feet.

"The general is right, we will definitely come back." Tom withdrew his gaze from the corpses of father and son, and said approvingly to his comrades, "We will come back, come back to those demons to collect our blood debt." ”

"Yes, revenge, debt collection! We, human beings, will never be slaves! The comrade-in-arms nodded, changed a slogan he was familiar with before, changed it slightly, and used it in the present.

As they spoke, in the cockpit of an F-14 Tomcat fighter overhead that was responsible for patrolling the battlefield, the rear pilot 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!" An enemy is approaching! Repeat, there are enemies approaching! ”

"This is Lookout One, this is Lookout One! We are verifying the target you said...... Keep a close eye on the enemy forces in this direction! Inside the headset, the command and dispatch officer on the AWACS aircraft opened his mouth to give orders.

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

Looking up at the two fighters with their engines roaring and speeding towards the distance, the commander of Company A narrowed his eyes.

He knew that the patrol fighter must have found some suspicious target over there when they left in such a hurry. Whatever that goal was, their time in Shakburn was running out.

Just behind him, the soldiers of Company A were stacking up the heavy weapons they were using, which seemed impossible to transport, ready to be blown off when they left.

The sappers had already attached C4 explosives to the stacks and connected the fuses for detonation. As long as the detonator is connected, after the power is turned on, these weapons and equipment can be blown into a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Basically, what was disposed of was some cheap mortar and mortar shells. Expensive individual anti-aircraft missiles, already anti-tank missiles, are to be taken away. After all, this is not a withdrawal, this is a transfer of the Navy, and the conditions for transportation are relatively relaxed.

"This time I left, so I stayed in the future!" Turning around, he comforted the strong man of the city guard standing beside him: "Let's go!" You go to the dock and wait for news of your departure. ”

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

"You're welcome." The company commander of Company A smiled reluctantly: "It's all human." ”