Shakben was a seaport city, and its walls were incomplete, in fact, after winding their way to the beach, they were blocked by forts and the coast.

Strictly speaking, the port area of the city is not actually within the city, or rather, not within the protection of the city walls.

The port area and the buildings in the port area are only protected by simple fortifications, but they are covered by batteries and have a certain degree of security.

It's just that in the face of the attack of the demons and the attack of Iran Hill, the fragile city walls cannot protect the safety of the main streets of the city, and the port area without protection will naturally no longer have any safety at all.

Behind the walls of Shakben were some cleared army camps, and the city streets were located near the core.

Now it is full of civilians who have taken refuge, and they have nowhere to evacuate, but to crowd the streets, waiting for their fate.

Hearing the sound of trebuchets and seeing the troops being moved up the walls one by one, these refugees crowded under the eaves and leaning against the corners of the buildings were terrified and did not know what to do.

They were able to come here, it was already the limit of what they could do. Although they are starving, there are not many old, weak, sick and disabled people here, because the real old, weak, sick and disabled have all disappeared halfway.

"All numbered young people gathered! Go to the weapons warehouse and pick up your weapons! Demons are attacking the walls! If the walls are breached, no one will be spared! All have to fight! Move fast! An officer with a sword, followed by a guard with a spear, shouted as he walked through the street.

The hoarse shouts unnerved everyone, and they squirmed and did not dare to step forward, for they did not know what terrible things they would face once they took up arms.

"Quick! You must fight! Otherwise, the devil will rush in, and you will all die! The officer was still shouting loudly, and at this time some men could only stand up, after all, they also knew the horror of some demons.

On the other side, all the soldiers in the barracks are busy now, there are soldiers who have just retreated from their positions to rest, there are troops who have lost more than half of them and are waiting to be replenished, and a large number of personnel in charge of logistics are constantly running.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the barracks door of a troop unit, and when they came in, they asked, "Is there anyone here to help?" "The man was covered in blood, the chain mail on the inside of the armor was messy, and the long sword hung crookedly around his waist looking embarrassed.

"We haven't received an order to go up the walls yet." The only officer in the room stood up and replied.

The dozen or so soldiers of this squad stationed in the house all looked at the soldiers who broke in in stunned, not knowing what he was doing when he came here at this time, after all, according to the news, they really hadn't received the order to go up the city wall yet.

"I'm sorry, I'm from the Fifth Army that has been withdrawn, we have too many wounded soldiers! The hospital is understaffed, can a few big brothers go and help. "People come to ask for something, and the words are very polite, and it can be seen that the front line is fighting very fiercely.

The captain in this barracks was the only one in this unit who had ever fought, and he naturally knew the seriousness of the matter.

Only if they go to help, then someone will come to their aid. It's all mutual, and it's also a tacit understanding between friendly forces.

So he stood up, walked up to his men, and commanded, "It's not easy to survive, and we don't have anything to do now, and we won't die if we do some work." ”

After speaking, he pointed to a few of his subordinates and said: "You stay and guard the equipment and things, and the people who go put the equipment in the barracks, and it is inconvenient to bring armor to save people." ”

"Thank you, thank you." The man from the Fifth Legion seemed to have walked a lot of barracks, probably rejected all the way, his eyes were a little moist, and he bowed to the captain in front of him and thanked him.

After a while, the soldiers who had come to help followed the captain to a nearby field hospital, and everyone except for the captain who had experienced the battle was completely stunned by the sight in front of them.

A stretcher had been hurriedly carried in front of several men, and the soldier on it had a bloody face, half of his armor had been deformed, and there were many bones of Bai Sensen, who had no origin, because blood flowed from his mouth, with fragments of internal organs and blood foam. Those eyes looked directly at the captain and the others, as if they were unwilling and painful.

Not far away, the lightly wounded were left in the open field, cared for by an aunt, the screams were endless, the soldiers with missing arms and legs struggled in pain on the ground, and several soldiers with gauze wrapped around their heads were helping to take care of their comrades.

"Gentlemen! What kind of army are you from? What about armor? A medic with a white cloth shirt over his chain mail approached, frowning. His white blouse was half stained red with blood, and he looked disgustingly wet.

The captain who heard the question knew this military doctor with a higher rank than himself, and immediately saluted and replied: "My lord, we are soldiers of the Fourth Legion, and we heard that you need manpower here, so we came here to help. ”

When the military medic heard the captain's answer, his face immediately became kind: "There are too few soldiers who are willing to volunteer to help, thank you for working hard for your compatriots, go there to get a few stretchers, and help bring the wounded soldiers transported down from the city wall here, thank you." ”

"Yes, sir!" The captain saluted again, and the medic returned a military salute very solemnly, and hurriedly turned in another direction.

The soldiers who had come to help found the quartermaster, who was already busy with dogs, and there he received a few stretchers and led a team of men to help lift the wounded soldiers.

Everyone didn't talk much, because they could only look for soldiers who could still be treated from the bloody front-line wounded piles, and the soldiers dragging stretchers soon found that what they were stepping on was the already cold corpse.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the ankle of one of the recruits, causing the soldier who was sluggishly following his team to shiver.

He looked down and saw a soldier spitting blood, pleading in an indistinct voice: "Help me, please save me." ”

"Hey! Captain! There's a living man here. The soldier, who had been caught by the ankle, was frightened half to death and hurriedly called out to the captain who was walking in front.

It's a pity that his captain didn't even look back, and continued to move forward. He didn't stop his steps, but answered the question of the soldier behind him: "Leave him here!" Not everyone alive can be saved. ”

At this time, the recruit, who had finally gained courage, lowered his head and carefully examined the wounded man who was holding his ankle, only to find that the other party's legs were gone.

Only about two-thirds of the wounded were left in the mud, surrounded by blood-stained ground. According to the current state, there is really no need to waste time on this kind of injury.

Ruthless, and even needed to be courageous, the recruit shook off the hand that was grabbing his ankle. He trembled forward and caught up with the captain in front, and the two men found a soldier with an arrow in the shoulder and rib and put the lucky fellow on a stretcher.

While they were putting the wounded on the stretcher, the wounded soldier lying not far away, covered in blood and legs, let out a wail: "Help me! Help me! For the gods' sake! Take me out of here! I've got gold in my armor! Take me away! ”

And in the process, the captain never looked back, and finally took these novices who had seen so many dead people for the first time, ignoring the sound of pleading in the distance, and returned the same way in the direction of the hospital.

Passing the half-wounded man who had fallen next to the pile of corpses, the recruit saw once again the half-cut body that had just grabbed his ankle.

Now the body was lying motionless next to the pile of corpses, the blood under his body had congealed in the dirt, the other party was motionless, and there was no shouting, of course, it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or not......

Back at the hospital, two paramedics approached the stretcher that the recruit was carrying and motioned for the recruit to lay the wounded flat on the ground.

Of course, these recruits who carried the wounded for the first time did as they were told, but without waiting for the wounded to react, while they put down the stretcher, they grabbed the end of the demonic arrow full of rust and barbs stuck in the wounded with one hand, pressed the wound with the other, and pulled out the iron arrow with force.

"Ahh The wounded soldier let out a heart-rending scream, and immediately the blood flowed profusely, splashing the face of the stretcher-carrying recruit. The medician didn't even look at the wounded soldier, stared at the recruit and ordered, "Help plug the hole with your fingers!" Wait for the two bandage men over there to come over, and you can go. The arrow on the arm is not fatal, so let it go first. ”

"I, I said...... W-how's that...... How can it, how can it be so rude......" The recruit was already frightened by the scene in front of him, and now he felt that his legs were weak, and he questioned the doctor who "cares about human life" with a trembling voice.

After all, as a soldier, he didn't want to be carried here after being injured, and being so terrible to be attacked when he was most helpless.

"Soldier!" The man who seemed to be a temporary guest physician frowned, pointed to the wounded in the distance, and explained: "If I follow the procedure for each one, I can only save 20 a day!" The medic had bloodshot eyes, and instead of paying attention to the nonsense, he walked wearily to another stretcher in the distance.

At this time, the captain walked over with the blood stains on his chest, pushed his men aside without saying anything, apologized to the doctor, and then turned around and snorted: "You know now, right? This is war! It's not easy to survive. ”

The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain, moaned loudly, watched the captain insert his thumb into the bleeding wound, endured the bone-eating pain, and stammered, "Thank you...... Thank you. ”