"General!" The adjutant handed a report to Lawrence, who had been standing on the side of the ship all the time, and gave an update on the situation: "The F/A-18 attack aircraft has been ordered to attack the retreating demons at a distance of 10 kilometers from Shakburn. The other side has indeed given up on Shakben, and the scale of the battle in the city is shrinking little by little. ”

"How's going on the Arannook?" Lawrence knew that his fleet had cleared out the demon fleet around Shakburn, and the reconnaissance plane also reported back the news that all enemy warships had been sunk.

According to the pre-planned plan, the two destroyers are trying to clear the perimeter of the port, they want to confirm a safe shipping lane, and then let the transport fleet that has been separated from the main carrier fleet and be protected by two other destroyers, ready to dock at the port, can get closer to the dock and carry more refugees.

"The Alanook called, and there are more than 1,300 refugees who have boarded the ship." The adjutant replied with some depression a figure that he himself could not believe, according to the carrying capacity of two air-cushion transport ships, plus dozens of UH-60 and several CH-47 helicopters, it was impossible to transport back only more than 1,300 refugees.

Therefore, the biggest possibility for this to happen is that there are not many living humans in Shakben City who can be rescued.

"......" Lawrence did not speak, and he naturally heard the words of the report. The captain of the battleship Dreadnought, who was standing not far away, clenched his fists and cursed, "These damn demons! ”

"Damn it!" The adjutant heard the curse and answered, "We should not let one go!" Pity...... The previous analysis of the mission was wrong, and not enough troops were prepared. ”

The navy's staff can't be blamed entirely for this matter, in fact, the main purpose of Iran Hill's navy going south this time is to block the demon's sea transportation and oppress the remaining demonic naval fleet.

The city lord of Shakburn, the old earl Roysaac, who had died on the city walls, sent a fleet of sailing ships to ask for help, but only arrived at the port of Paston, which originally belonged to the empire of Bameihir.

They were fortunate enough to encounter the southbound Iran Hill fleet at Paston Harbor, which happened to be not carrying a large number of landing troops.

The transport ships were all transporting supplies, and the naval fleet was only ordered to cover the fleet along the way. As for the amphibious landing ship, it is actually responsible for transporting naval military equipment to restore part of the port function of Paston Harbor.

After learning that Shakben needed to be rescued, the navy changed the fleet's combat order in the spirit of saving civilians, and then took the only battalion of marines to the south to rescue the refugees in the southern kingdom.

The temporary drawing up of the battle plan was still in the newly occupied port to the south, and the number of troops was obviously insufficient—it was actually very difficult to achieve the current situation.

"The General Staff is not to blame for this...... Otherwise, we won't be able to muster the landing force. Are we going to bring the army units here? Fight a landing war? Lawrence defended the officers of the Naval Staff, and then continued: "In this case, there is no way to prevent the other side from escaping, as much as you can eliminate!" ”

The adjutant is also helpless, they are now powerless, and they can really only watch the demon troops who have committed heinous crimes withdraw and leave.

This felt absolutely uncomfortable, at least the naval commanders on the bridge felt that something seemed to be blocking their hearts.

……

On the ground, the last demon dog that did not run away collapsed in a pool of black blood. It screamed miserably, and its voice was completely devoid of the horror and violence it had before.

The Iran Hill soldier, armed with his weapon, walked up to his prey step by step, and fired a fatal bullet at the hideous eyes and sharp fangs.

Although the demon dog was thick, the skin that could not stop the bullet was punched into a hole. The last shred of strength slipped through the hole, and the demonic dog's head drooped, and there was no more sound.

"A squad of three! Set up a cordon zone nearby! Let those Shakburn City Guards find the survivors! "The commanders, who were afraid of the demons hiding in the buildings and did not want to put their troops in danger, found a new job for the guards of Shakburn City, who had just been recruited.

Before it was known if there were any remnants of demons in the city, the almost unarmed Shakben soldiers were scattered. They're going to find survivors who might still exist, or find the demons that survived......

The commander of Company A was ordering his three platoon commanders to set up the defensive line on the walls of their flanks, where they would establish a higher, safer, and relatively better viewed position.

When he looked up again, he saw the return of the Shakburn City Guard, who had gone out to look for refugees.

These city guards who volunteered to find survivors brought back about 1,000 dejected civilians and about 100 city guard soldiers, which can be said to be very rewarding.

However, the soldiers were depressed, and the commander who led them was nowhere to be seen. When a physically strong City Guard soldier walked up to the commander of Company A, the company commander recognized the matching gun he had given out.

The other party handed back the pistol that had run out of bullets and hung up in the empty compartment to the company commander of Company A, and when he spoke, he was already in tears: "Captain Camille...... It's dead. When he was dying, he asked me to return this pistol to you. ”

"......" didn't speak, took the pistol from the other party's hand, changed the magazine, pushed the sleeve, and the company commander of Company A inserted the pistol back into the holster on his waist, reached out and patted the other party's shoulder: "You are all good!" Go take a break! ”

"Sir...... I think...... If you're willing to take me in, I'm willing to join Ellan Hill's army! I want to fight, I want revenge, for our captain Camille, and for all the dead here......" The strong man cried profusely, and his voice was a little indistinct.

"I understand your feelings, but I can't take you in." The company commander of Company A replied in embarrassment: "You will be sent to Paston, and when you get there, you will be resettled, and then you will enjoy the treatment of several levels of citizens, and whether you have the right to join the army, there are regulations, not for me to say." ”

The other party's eyes widened, not knowing whether what the officer in front of him said was true or false. You know, in these old empires, there were not many people who volunteered to join the army. If there is a person like him who is powerful and really good at swordsmanship is willing to join the army, the military is very willing to take him in.

But now, listening to the other party's meaning, it seems that not everyone in the once distant Irlanhill Empire is qualified to join the army - this qualification seems to have nothing to do with combat skills.

Actually, it really doesn't matter, because Iran Hill is undergoing a large-scale disarmament, and the troops are not recruiting many new troops now, let alone finding some surrendered soldiers to go in.

In addition, Iran Hill now recruits soldiers, mainly based on loyalty, and the priority is to recruit first-class citizens in the core area, and the worst is also second-class citizens and above. It is impossible for these guys who have just been recruited to be not even third-class citizens to be directly conscripted into the army.

"Go to Pastton in peace! If you really want to join the army, you can wait until your identity is decided. The company commander of Company A opened his mouth and comforted: "If you really trust me, listen to me, and let you join Alan Hill when the time comes, don't hesitate." ”

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff and looked at the refugees in the distance who had begun to line up to move in the direction of the port, and said: "In this life, you can be born in Iran Hill, and you will not lose it." ”

"I see." The strong man nodded, and said, "I only heard that Iran Hill is powerful in the past, and I saw you today...... I know, we have been deceived and we should not be enslaved by demons! We are human beings, human beings, and we should be on the side of Iran Hill! ”

"No one can enslave Iran Hill!" The company commander of Company A stretched out his hand again and patted the other party's shoulder: "One day, we will kill those demon high-level leaders, trample them under their feet, burn their cities, and destroy their world!" ”

Hearing what seemed to be an oath and what seemed to be a dream, the eyes of the guards of the city lit up. He had never felt this way before, and the words of this officer in front of him filled him with strength.

"You are a brave man, and in Iran Hill, brave people deserve to live!" The company commander of Company A knew that the other party was the first to raise his hand and was determined to find the survivors, so he said, "You take people to maintain order for those refugees!" ”

As he spoke, he handed the other party a card, beautifully printed and with a layer of plastic protective film, which looked very high-end. Of course, the people of Shakburn don't know that this is not something sophisticated, just a postcard sold within the army.

Because letters are sometimes delayed, the army issues such postcards once a month to write phrases sent home, and according to the month on it, you can tell which month the card is.

The man took the postcard, but didn't turn away: "I want to take someone out again, maybe...... More survivors can be found......"

"Okay." This time, the commander of Company A, who was more satisfied with the other party, nodded, if it wasn't for the fact that he really didn't have the authority, he really wanted to pull the other party into the company under his command, and it looked good to have such a subordinate: "Be careful!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his gun again and handed it to the other party: "Maybe I said it last time, maybe I didn't say it." However, you are now under my command for the time being, and please remember my orders, soldier! You, you must personally return this gun to me! Do you understand? ”

"Yes!" Slightly clumsy, the strong man learned the military salute of Iran Hill, standing upright and waving his hands, his chin held high, his eyes full of tears of excitement.