Modern warfare is actually very unfriendly to infantry, especially the street battles scattered in the city, which are worth complaining about for every soldier who has experienced it.

When Tom climbed the stairs with dozens of kilograms of weight on his back and spare ammunition, a several kilograms of M4 assault rifle in one hand and a disposable anti-tank rocket launcher in the other, he really wanted to curse a few swearing.

He was out of breath, his ears protected by noise-canceling headphones, allowing him to hear only his own faint breathing. He walked heavily on the narrow staircase, and from time to time he crashed into the rough wall around him because of the amplitude of his movements.

"Is this place load-bearing enough? The stairs won't collapse, will they? The soldier behind Tom was carrying an M240 general-purpose machine gun, panting and complaining: "I really should let those officers carry 21 pounds of weapons to climb this kind of stairs once, and let them try this feeling." ”

"Watch your step!" The third staircase climber was a squad leader with a grenade launcher hanging from under his M4 rifle, not to mention heavier, carrying a satellite navigation system and a spare set of friend or foe identification devices.

"Whew! Call! Listening to his own breathing, Tom was the first to reach the top hallway, his weapon in hand, and he turned sideways to aim his gun at the nearest door at the edge of the hallway.

"Wait for me to cover!" The second soldier with the squad machine gun shouted loudly, pulled out the pistol specially issued to him from his waist and aimed it at the other side of the door.

Tom saw his comrade take cover, kicked the door, and kicked open the door that was not heavy.

"Bang dang!" The door was kicked open, and inside was a mess of furniture and all sorts of messy things scattered on the floor.

"Safety! No one! Tom shouted loudly, and the squad leader not far behind him turned back to the soldiers who followed: "Leave two people to guard the entrance below!" The rest, put spare ammunition in this room! ”

Tom let go of the door, put the anti-tank bazooka he was carrying at his feet, and with the other hand grasped the tactical grip in front of the M4 rifle, lowered his footsteps, and walked sideways to the other door.

"Damn, you wait for me!" The Heavy behind him was throwing the chain he was carrying into the empty room, and when he looked back, he saw Tom lift his feet.

"Bang!" Tom kicked open the second door, and a woman's screams were immediately heard from inside. Hearing the screams, the squad leader cursed hell, and with the weapon in his hand, he passed the machine gunner and rushed to Tom's side.

"I said it! You can't act on your own! Damn it! What a hassle for recruits! The Heavy had already put away his ammunition by this time and leaned over with his machine gun in his arms.

Then, he and the squad leader both saw women and children crowded in the room. The refugees looked with horror at the Iran Hill soldiers in their strange combat suits.

The refugees here and the soldiers of Irlanhill seem to be two worlds more than humans and demons: it's hard to imagine what it was like for a group of medieval peasants to see heavily armed American GIs.

"Who are you?" The squad leader held a rifle with a grenade launcher attached to it and loudly questioned the frightened women in front of him. These women, some in their teens and some in their teens, were crowded together, and there was no one who dared to answer the question.

"They haven't showered for at least 10 days." There was a rancid smell in the air, and looking at the group of women's originally seductive, but now slightly disgusting thighs full of dirt, the squad leader frowned and described.

"It's hell here!" Tom pulled the door open with his weapon in hand, and walked to the next room.

The last room had no door, and the windows were destroyed. Tom leaned against the wall and casually looked around, making sure it was safe.

He lowered the muzzle of his gun, and then the broken window widened to see the burning buildings outside, and the mutilated human corpses lying in the streets.

"It's not bad here!" Then came the squad gunner, who set up his machine gun not far from the window, adjusted its position, then pressed the chain into the barrel of the gun, and reached out to Tom for something.

Tom frowned, pulled out the cigarette in his trouser pocket, and tossed it to the heavy, the smoker, "Be careful of being killed by the sniper!" According to the information, the other side also has a sharpshooter who uses a bow and arrow! ”

"It's all fire, there's smoke everywhere, and I don't show my head, it's fine." Leaning against the corner and sitting down, the machine gun shooter had already lit a cigarette with a lighter motion and took a puff with great enjoyment.

"Anyway, there are more dead than alive here...... It's hell. Tom took a cigarette from the cigarette case he had returned, lit it and took a puff, leaning against the remaining doorframe, and swallowing the same clouds.

"Sniper in position!" Inside the headset, the sniper who climbed to the top of the building reported his location: "I can clearly see the smoke from the enemy, the neighborhood is safe, and I don't see any demons." ”

"Excellent! Keep on guard. The squad leader's voice came: "Harry, Max! You two get these women out, get them a helicopter to get them home, and get them out of here! ”

"Yes! It's a really good errand. The soldier named Max quipped, "I like to deal with women the most." ”

"When you see these women, you'll probably throw up." Another voice rang out, the teasing words of the soldier named Harry: "When they get on the helicopter, the sour smell in the cabin will not be dissipated for three days." ”

"Hahaha!" The Heavy who was also listening to the chatter chuckled with a cigarette between his fingers. Tom didn't laugh along, because he had seen so many images along the way that made him desperate.

He saw the fallen man being torn apart by the demon dog, and he saw the soldier who had been devoured and only half of his body remained.

Immediately afterward, he also saw the demon dogs that had been killed by bullets and shells. In the midst of the mountains of corpses, disgusting black blood flowed incessantly, seeping into the ground and giving out a disgusting rancid smell.

There was death everywhere, destroyed buildings everywhere, rubble and ruins in the streets, and only a few living people fled for their lives from all directions, then fell to their knees panting and wept at the Iran Hill soldiers who supported them.

Yes, cry! They didn't hear any words of thanks, and no one described to them what had happened. When they were saved, they just wept and wept like saved corpses.

"We should have come sooner, they wouldn't have died." Tom's trembling hand pulled a cigarette from his mouth and said to the Heavy beside him.

"When you're like me, and you're used to seeing these things, you won't think like that." The Heavy smiled, seeing through the red dust: "It's not our fault that these people are dying here, it's their own choice." ”

"They don't have a choice!" Tom glanced at his comrades and said, "They are just ordinary people, and their only fault is that they were not born in Iran Hill. ”

"Well, you're probably right." The Heavy didn't mean to argue with Tom, nodded and said, "But what can we do?" Until a few weeks ago, it was an enemy country. They are still our enemies......"

"These demons...... We should burn them all! Tom also knew that he was a little too pretentious, and cursed hatefully to end the topic.

In the distance, Elanhill's battleships began to block fire, and some shells bombarded the distant city walls, blasting the stone bars above dozens of stories high.

The demon troops above suffered heavy losses, and they did not dare to continue their attack into the city despite artillery fire. After all, there are still some recalcitrant human soldiers in the city, entangled with them, and they may not even have time to retreat.

They were only ordered to come here to slaughter humans, so there was no need for them to continue the attack and waste their forces until they could not judge what exactly Elan Hill's fleet wanted to do.

Unfortunately, the demon fleet on the surface of the sea suffered. There was no chance to escape, and the soldiers who were close to the port still had a chance to escape ashore, and the soldiers who were far away from the port had all been killed by this time.

They sank with the ship into the water, and the heavy armor on their bodies became a burden for them to drown: although they could hold their breath for a long time, it was not enough time for them to escape ashore.

"Spotted at 10 o'clock! Can you see it, machine gunner? After a short period of leisure, a sentence in the headphones made everyone nervous. Tom shifted his position against the wall and poked his head out to look at the street at 10 o'clock in the distance.

A group of armored humans fled in confusion towards the area of colored smoke, followed by some refugees.

"I see it! It's some soldiers from the Southern Kingdoms, and some civilians! Are you going to open fire and kill those soldiers? Having tightened his grip on the machine gun and pressing the butt on his shoulder, the machine gunner tilted his head and looked through the sight at those targets in the distance.

"No, you don't! When they get closer, order them to assemble at the designated location! If someone tries to cross the cordon, fire again for warning. The squad leader immediately opened his mouth and ordered.

"Do you need to get them to drop their weapons?" The Heavy opened the weapon safety and continued to ask.

The person above didn't say anything...... But are you sure they have weapons in their hands? Another soldier mocked the ancient swords and broken shields.

"Wait! Behind them, there are demon dogs! When these refugees and soldiers approached, not far behind them, several demon dogs suddenly rushed out from the corner.