The only new weapon in the entire Marine battalion, or not even the new weapons that are not equipped in the Iran Hill unit now, slowly flew up under the control of a soldier.

This is a small drone with a very sophisticated camera mounted on it, which can transmit battlefield information in real time and provide soldiers with accurate and detailed battlefield reconnaissance intelligence.

It can provide early warning, patrol or reconnaissance of dangerous areas, and in any case, it is a very advanced "remote-piloted aircraft", which can effectively reduce the combat casualties of Irlanhill soldiers.

Controlled by the soldiers, the small gyroplane flew down the street to the alley where it needed to be scouted. Then, on the monitor in the soldier's hand, the camera on the drone, saw the demon troops who were giving up on slaughtering humans and gradually retreating.

"Looks like they're retreating." The soldier controlling the drone looked down at his console screen, looked at the demon troops that were leaving in the distance, and said to the commander of Company C beside him.

"Or maybe they're assembling and preparing to attack." The commander of Company C frowned, and opened his mouth to offer another possibility.

"Combined with the real-time footage of the carrier-based reconnaissance aircraft, the demons on the city wall are also retreating, and they are really retreating." The soldier tossed across the system, put another live image on the screen, and spoke.

"That's definitely good news for us." The commander of Company C felt that if the enemy retreated, it would be good news for them.

After all, if the demons continue to slaughter in the city and continue to fight with the soldiers of Irlanhill, it will be very difficult for Irlanhill to save the civilians.

Now that the demons themselves have retreated, as long as they leave the city walls, then the support weapons such as the large-caliber artillery of Elanhill will play a greater role, and the other party will not have much of a threat.

In fact, within about an hour, the naval battleships of Irlanhill had already destroyed many buildings in the city. In a sense, it is not easy to tell whether these shellings are stopping demons or bombarding civilians.

Even the most optimistic estimates are that there were many civilian casualties in the shelling just now. It's just that Iran Hill didn't care about these casualties, or selectively ignored them.

They are only saving those who can be saved—and those who can't be saved, or who can't be saved, are all abandoned.

At this moment, the demon has already begun to retreat, so the rescue will be simpler. As long as they reoccupy the walls that have been destroyed, and keep out the demons, they can easily save the civilians.

"The order has come from above! Let's expand the scope of the safe zone! It seems that the demon is retreating, and it has been confirmed above. After pressing the headset for a moment, the commander of C Company looked at the surrounding terrain and opened his mouth to order.

From the beginning of the landing battle to the present, the civilians saved by the Marines of Iran Hill are actually not many.

It's true that there are corpses everywhere, but there are very few people alive. At first, near the docks, because the demon attack had only just begun, there were still some living civilians and soldiers here.

After all these people got on the boat and left, the safe zone was expanded, and there were very few living people to be seen.

Most of the living in the center of the city had been killed, there were rivers of blood everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Most of the corpses on the ground were mutilated, and some were obviously half-eaten, and such a disgusting sight filled the streets and alleys, so that everyone who saw the tragic situation in front of them was shocked.

"I think we've retreated, but those near the port are still resisting!" Manipulating his own drone and looking at the burning and collapsing streets, the drone operator saw the message from the amphibious landing ship.

On large fixed-wing reconnaissance planes, the reconnaissance equipment is more complete and the time spent in the air is longer. Because of the larger flight radius, the Elan Hill fleet has seen that a large number of demons are retreating from the vicinity of the city.

The way these demons retreat is not quite the same as the way the regular army retreats, they are used to retreating and leaving directly, instead of gathering troops first and retreating according to the formation - this is easy to judge: the troops on the periphery of the other side have already left, and there is no sign of gathering and counterattacking at all.

At the same time, the demonic forces scattered near the Shakburn Pier were completely abandoned. Because they can't withdraw if they want to, and because most of them are part of the navy of the demon forces, they no longer have effective organizational skills.

These demonic forces scattered near the harbor have been caught between Company A and Company B and Company C of the Iran Hill Marine Corps, and it will be very difficult to get out.

At this moment, the armored reconnaissance platoon of Company B was in charge of the attack, which was covered by light armored vehicles and was better at attacking fortified positions.

Company C, on the other hand, is mainly responsible for reconnaissance and the expansion of the security zone. After the fleet made sure that the demon navy had been cleaned up, it also sent some auxiliary personnel ashore, who were only responsible for helping to evacuate civilians and did not participate in the real battle.

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On the other side, B-Company of Alan Hill was storming a neighborhood where the demons had entrenched. Here are some of the buildings in the port area, and most of the remnants of the demon forces in the city have gathered here to resist.

The walls weren't very thick, but huge holes had been blown out by Iran Hill's bazookas, and the collapsed bricks had left the demons inside in a wrenched state.

However, they did not dare to go out and engage Eranhill's troops head-on, because the 20 mm cannons on those armored vehicles were not easy to mess with.

After improvements and innovations, the increasingly powerful 20 mm caliber cannon has significantly improved both its penetration and damage ability. Now this weapon can even pose a threat to high-level magicians, and it is even more comfortable against some demons who are not very powerful.

These demons are no longer the elite of those demons that can land in Ferry City in Elanhill. They were not equipped with the magical defensive barriers of the difficult infantry phalanx, only shields and armor.

Or, in a way, they were just a kind of enhanced, slightly magical human infantry, not much stronger than the Shakburn guards they slaughtered.

At least, these demons weren't a very difficult opponent for Iran Hill's forces.

"Let the mortars cover here! I don't have time for them to grab this building. The commander of Company B put down the precision telescope hanging on his chest, turned sideways and pointed to the demonic building in the distance, and ordered loudly: "Fire when you are ready!" ”

On the street, next to the tires of the wheeled armored vehicles of Iran Hill, which were parked there to cover the infantry, there were also bows and arrows fired by demons. The other party did not give up easily, and tried several times with a bow and arrow, but still did not penetrate the armor steel plate on the armored vehicle, which was not very thick.

Despite being only a light armored vehicle, although only one layer of ordinary armor was equipped on the sides, only a layer of plate skirts was covered on the outside. But this is still an armored vehicle, and it is not a target that ordinary bows and arrows can deal with.

"Tubu!" On the other side, a rifleman was holding an M4 assault rifle in his hand, shooting at the demon who was reinforcing the building.

The relentless bullets knocked the demonic naval soldiers down, and corpses fell to the clearing, along with the bones of the humans they had eaten.

The demon soldiers, armed with weapons and heavily armoured, staggered to the ground as bullets hit their arms or legs, screaming as they were sieveed by the bullets that followed, and black blood flowed from the crimson streets.

As the corpses of these demon soldiers lay more and more, the shelling of Alan Hill began. The shells fired by the company's large-caliber mortars fell one after another, and the not-so-solid building in front of it collapsed very quickly and in time.

Before the smoke could clear, two wheeled armored vehicles with excellent off-road performance began to move forward with rubble and rubble. The huge tires with grooves easily crushed the arrows next to them, and the tail spewed out a faint puff of light smoke because of the engine's output.

The two armoured vehicles were followed by Iran Hill Marines with weapons, night vision goggles, and gas masks.

Now that there is a stench of minced blood and flesh, and there is burning smoke everywhere, wearing a gas mask seems to be a necessity if you want to fight.

And in the smoke of gunpowder, with a new type of low-light night vision device, it can also allow them to maintain the sight distance advantage of the demon, and they can find the target in advance and open fire to attack.

"Tubu!" Stepping on the head of a demon with one breath left, a soldier lowered his head and poured bullets on the demon soldier's body.

The bullets left a row of black holes in the armor, and black blood splattered and some landed on the feet of the Marines, but they didn't care about such a thing in the slightest.

It's a comfort to be able to kill these enemies at such close range. The current soldiers of Irlanhill have decided to avenge the massacre in front of them. So they didn't mind, expressing their anger with the weapons in their hands.

"You ...... It will definitely be wiped out by the origin of magic......" A demon lying on the ruins, half of his body buried by the rubble, struggled and cursed loudly, "Wait for death! You damned humans! ”

"What did you say?" The human soldier standing in front of him asked angrily through the gas mask urn, "I can't hear what you're saying!" Bastard! Be clear! ”

However, before the demon could say more, he pulled the trigger and slammed a volley of bullets into the other man's face. Apparently he heard the other party clearly, and was just expressing his disdain.