One shell after another landed on the deck, and large-caliber man-portable grenades and mortars, as well as bazookas, became the main force of the attack. The cannonballs flying in the sky are like bright meteors, and the whistling and sharp sound plays a symphony that spans the centuries, and human life is worthless under this symphony.

The soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces, including Fuso and Huaxia, took off their uniforms and carried shells quickly. The soldiers armed with grenades bravely stepped forward, like the most fearless warriors in ancient times against the backdrop of artillery fire, using their bodies to fight the fierce devil.

All the soldiers of Fuso gritted their teeth, and most of them participated in the battle of the attack of the United States. Many comrades-in-arms fell in pools of blood, and the corpses would not even be recognized by their mothers. Those are young lives, and a moment ago you were smoking a cigarette with your best friend, talking about a beautiful girl waiting for you to go back under the cherry blossom trees in your hometown. Mom cooks the best food, and on the steaming table kneels smiling father, who is holding up a glass of wine to congratulate you.

But the next moment, the person you were talking to was blown to pieces. The corpses burned blacker than carbon, and the former youth was buried in the smoke and flames of war. But you can't grieve for him, because you don't have time, and you have to continue to pick up your gun and fight to the death against the fierce enemy, so that you will not be buried in the black soil forever like your friend who was just killed.

When they could finally drag their tired bodies down in the trenches, they couldn't remember a little of what their friends looked like. Those things seem to be far away from me, tens of thousands of years have passed. And you're just an old man on the verge of death.

No one wants that to happen again, while they still have the strength, they can still run on their two legs, they still have enough ammunition in their hands, and they can still kill people with large-caliber weapons. They are going to slaughter the most cruel devil in the world, and send all those devils who want to trample on their homes and loved ones at any time to hell. And that's not enough, we have to put a lot of seals on the souls of those devils, so that these damned devils never return to the world.

Jiro stood quietly in the rear, hiding behind piles of artillery fire. He was originally a brave warrior, he should have rushed to the forefront of the battle, and the spirit of the samurai should be re-embodied in him, even if the rice people drove an aircraft carrier in front of him, he would continue to fight with his last bullet.

But his eyes were all foggy at the moment, looking at a face with a mad rage, he suddenly got tired of Yiqiē. Is this war? Is this the war that turns everyone into madness?

How did those young people who were supposed to be children become like this? Walking under the cherry blossom trees with a girl by the hand on a certain blooming day in jeans is what they should do. But now, why has everything changed?

There was a heavy slap on the chest, Jiro turned his head, and Yaksha was looking at him coldly, "Are you sympathetic?" Those who are killed are devils, and only by violence can all the evils in this world be ended. Believe me, it's an experience you've had countless escapes from death. ”

The murderous Yaksha really resembles the Yaksha who helps the gods in ghost stories, they are the suppressors of the devil, and every evil in this world is just a floating cloud in the eyes of the Yaksha.

Jiro nodded heavily: "This is necessary, I don't sympathize with them, just those ignorant young people." It was the war that drove them crazy, and what they should have seen was the best thing in the world. ”

"Then let's go fight." Yaksha shoved a grenade-equipped gun into Jiro's arms and said with a smile, "Only by dealing with these demons can the world be truly quiet." ”

The sky was full of fiery red, and the sky was filled with a stream of light bullets. Golden Sands was dragged by the wolf towards the side of the ship, and now the deck was full of fire, and all the containers were burning.

The attacking troops not only fired light weapons such as missiles and grenades, but also threw countless solid incendiary bombs with great care. The ferocious fire covered the entire deck in an instant, and the terrorist soldiers who were not dead or had not fled in time were on fire, and the solid fuel burned their clothes almost instantaneously, and then ignited the grenades and bullets on their waists. It was like a string of artillery shots hanging from the body that could be killed at any time, and the sound of bombs came from every corner.

Everywhere there were frantic cries for help, like hell on earth, and Asura returned to the human world, wielding a giant broadsword, severing the necks of one after another.

The Sands was already a little wooden, the shadow of defeat beating hard against the atrium like a hammer, and something was always beating in the temples. His ears seemed to be deaf, and he couldn't hear a single sound around him. All he saw was the wolf yelling at him loudly, gesturing with his teeth and claws.

"What? What did you say? Golden Sands yelled hard, his ears temporarily deaf from his own blood pressure.

"We're done, sir, and get out with the rest of us. Don't go to the people of Ydu, they are the ones who are finished. The wolf yelled hard, but Golden Sands kept asking loudly what you were talking about.

Without saying anything, the wolf simply took Jinsha's hand and ran towards the bilge. There are also two enclosed lifeboats there, which can dive underwater and at the same time carry a hundred people to escape. This design was scoffed at by Sands at the time, believing that a real soldier would never use it until he died on the battlefield. And their deployment is quite proper, with the help of the Mi people, it is impossible for them to use MSI submarines.

But Sky Wolf didn't think so, he felt that no matter what time it was, it was always good to leave a way back for himself. He is a man who has experienced countless lives and deaths, and each time he has survived because he has left a way out for himself.

The two ships were finished, although they still had almost half of the soldiers. But all I saw along the way were soldiers cowering and shivering in the corners. They no longer have any combat effectiveness, and as long as the shelling lasts for a while longer, the enemy will rush up and trample all the terrorists here like ants.

All they have left now is to escape, and the people of Y are unreliable, and in a small time, Y Degree's fleet is heading towards the port of Yokohama. If nothing else, when the terrorists here are cleaned up, the next one will be the Ydu people who can't run even if they want to. Sky Wolf absolutely believes in the strength of the Fuso Air Force and will take out the invading enemy in half an hour.

The cabin was full of fire, and the leaking fuel made the whole ship hot like a frying pan from the inside out. The wolf began to wonder if the Fuso were going to roast them all here, and he had heard that the Fuso were cruel during World War II, and perhaps the hated Fuso soldiers would sit next to their charred corpses with beer, singing songs and eating their flesh.

"I'd better poison you, my meat isn't that tasty." At this time, the sky wolf actually laughed. He's not your average guy, he's a super powerful bandit. Only the bandits can continue to talk and laugh under the firelight.

Jinsha was dragged like a puppet, and all the soldiers who stood in the way were shot by the personal guards. At this time, it is no longer important to care about human life. The important thing is that the chief gets out of here alive.

Dozens of soldiers of the personal guards gathered around the wolf and Jinsha and walked quickly towards the bilge where the miniature submarine was stored, where there was a waterway that could quickly catapult the submarine, and then let everyone get out of here.

It's already hell here, and no one wants to stay here and sink to the bottom of the sea with hell. Explosions were everywhere around, and they walked through the fire, as if across a century, as if walking through the darkest ravines.

Soon, after killing countless soldiers in their way, they finally reached the bilge on the third floor, where the two submarines were ready to evacuate. The technicians drove to the Sands and the group cheered, and they could finally leave this ghost place.

Sands was almost carried onto the submarine and finally placed on a seat. The moment the door was closed, Sky Wolf took one last look at the cabin that had become a fire hole, and ordered loudly: "Evacuate immediately." ”

The side doors of the bilge were opened, and the roller rails dragged the submarine quickly from one side into the sea. With a violent jolt, the submarine slowly maintained its balance, and the engine turned on at full power propelled the submarine forward quickly.

Rumble! Countless explosions came from behind him, and the transparent glass hid looked out, the hatch that had just come out was wrapped in flames, the submarine that had just arrived in front of the hatch was blown in half, and countless figures were struggling in the flames.

The bottom of the ship seemed to be pierced by missiles, the wheel compartment was completely blown up, and a large amount of seawater poured into the rocking hull. If it's any longer due, they'll all die on this ship.

The Sky Wolf now finally knew that there would be some troops on the ship. Faced with an army of more than 30,000 terrorists, the Fuso people had long planned not to lose a single soldier and only sank the ship with bombs. Let the terrorists all die in the sea.

"This is the cruelty of war." Suddenly, Jin Sha appeared beside the wolf, his hand clutching the glass hatch tightly, his eyes recovering to the first divine light.

It was an undoubted fiasco, with the Sands losing with little preparation. His body slowly slumped, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks and into the palms of his hands. That, it turned out to be gentle.

Nighthawk looked at the burning harbor with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Captain, the terrorists have been wiped out. Helicopter formations are searching the sea, and as long as there are remnants, all of them are strangled, and surrender is not accepted. The spur reported loudly.

"Very good, inform General Sakamura that the next wave of battles can be carried out." The harbor was burning, fighting, but it did not end.