Five Hundred and Thirteen Is Not Our Fault

Modern warfare is actually very unfriendly to infantry, especially the street fighting scattered in the city. For every soldier who has experienced it, it is a "cheating" memory worth complaining about.

When Tom was carrying a load of tens of kilograms and spare ammunition, he carried a few kilograms of M4 assault rifle with a tactical strap in one hand, and a disposable anti-tank rocket launcher in the other hand, climbing the stairs. Sometimes, he really wanted to swear a few bad words.

He was panting, and his ears were protected by noise-canceling headphones, allowing him to hear only his own faint breathing. He took heavy steps on the narrow stairs, and from time to time he bumped into the rough walls around him because of his excessive movements.

"Is this place heavy enough? The stairs won't collapse, right?" The soldier following Tom was carrying an M240 general-purpose machine gun, panting and complaining non-stop: "The officials should really be allowed to carry the 21 Climbing this kind of stairs with a Jin weapon, let them try this feeling."

"Pay attention to your feet!" The third climber was a squad leader. There was a grenade launcher hanging under his M4 rifle. Not to mention the weight, he was also carrying a satellite navigation system and a spare identification friend or foe device. .

"Hoo! Hoo!" Hearing his own breathing, Tom was the first to arrive at the corridor on the top floor. He held his weapon, turned sideways and aimed the gun at the door closest to him on the side of the corridor. door.

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

Seeing that his comrades were taking cover, Tom kicked heavily on the door, and kicked open the not-so-heavy door.

"Boom!" The door was kicked open, and inside were messy furniture and various messy things scattered on the ground.

"Safe! No one!" Tom yelled loudly, and the squad leader not far behind him turned around to signal the soldiers who followed: "Leave two people to guard the entrance below! For the rest, put the spare ammunition here in the room!"

Tom let the door open, put the anti-tank rocket launcher in his hand under his feet, and clenched the tactical grip on the front of the M4 rifle with the other hand, lowered the sound of his footsteps, and walked sideways to another door.

"Damn it, wait for me!" The machine gunner behind him was throwing the ammunition belt he was carrying into the empty room, when he turned around and saw Tom raised his foot.

"Boom!" Tom kicked open the second door, and a woman's scream immediately came from inside. Hearing the screams, the squad leader cursed hell, took the weapon in his hand, passed the machine gunner, and rushed to Tom's side.

"I said it! You can't act on your own! Damn it! The recruits are really troublesome!" The machine gunner had put away his ammunition at this time, and leaned over with the machine gun in his arms.

Then, both he and the squad leader saw women and children crowded in the room. These refugees were disheveled and looked at the Elland Hill soldiers in strange combat clothing with horrified eyes.

Compared with humans and demons, the refugees here and the soldiers of Alan Hill seem to be species of two worlds: it is hard for you to imagine what it would be like for a group of medieval farmers to see heavily armed American soldiers.

"Who are you?" The squad leader held a rifle with a grenade launcher and asked the terrified women in front of him loudly. These women ranged from tens to teens. They were crowded together, and none of them dared to answer the questions.

"They haven't bathed for at least 10 days." There was a rancid smell in the air, and the class leader frowned as he saw the muddy thighs of these women who were attractive but now slightly disgusting.

"This is almost like hell!" Tom opened the door with a weapon in his hand, and then walked to the next room.

The last room had no door, and the windows had been destroyed. Tom leaned against the wall and looked around casually, and he was sure that it was safe here.

He lowered his muzzle, and then the angle of the damaged window expanded, and he saw the burning buildings outside, and the broken and incomplete human corpses lying on the streets.

"The angle here is not bad!" Then came the machine gunner of the squad. He set up his machine gun not far from the window, adjusted the position, and then pressed the ammunition chain into the gun body, reaching out to Tom for help. what.

Tom frowned, found the cigarette in his trouser pocket, and threw it to the smoker, the machine gunner: "Be careful to be killed by a sniper! According to the information, the opponent also has a sharpshooter who uses a bow and arrow!"

"There's fire here, smoke everywhere, I don't show my head, it's fine." Leaning against the corner and sitting down, the machine gun shooter quickly lit a cigarette with a lighter, taking a puff with enjoyment.

"By the way, there are more dead people here than living people...it's hell." Tom took out a cigarette from the cigarette case returned by the other party, lit it and took a puff, leaning against the remaining door frame, and confiding in the same way.

"The sniper is in position!" In the headset, the sniper who climbed to the top of the building reported his position: "I can clearly see the smoke of the identification friend or foe, and the surrounding area is safe, and no demons appear."

"Very good! Continue to be vigilant." The squad leader's voice came: "Harry, Max! You two send these women out, find them a helicopter to return, and take them out of here!"

"Observe! This is really a good job." When the soldier named Max replied, he joked: "I like dealing with women the most."

"When you see these women, you'll probably spit them out." Another voice rang out, which was the teasing words of the soldier named Harry: "When they get on the helicopter, the sour smell in the cabin probably won't dissipate for three days."

"Hahaha!" The machine gunner who was also listening to these chatters laughed with a cigarette between his fingers. Tom didn't follow along with the smile, because he saw too many scenes that made him despair along the way.

He saw the people who fell on the ground being torn apart by the demon dogs, and he saw the soldiers who had been swallowed with only half of their bodies left.

Immediately afterwards, he also saw the demon dogs that had been killed by bullets. Among those piled up corpses, disgusting black blood kept flowing, seeping into the ground to emit a disgusting rotten smell.

Death is everywhere here, destroyed buildings are everywhere, the streets are full of rubble and ruins, only a few living people escaped from all directions, and then knelt on the ground panting and crying to the Alan Hill soldiers who supported them .

yes cry! They heard no words of thanks, and no one described what happened to them. After being saved, these people just wept, as if they were saved corpses.

"We should have come earlier, so they won't die." Tom took out a cigarette from his mouth with a slightly trembling hand, and said to the machine gunner beside him.

"When you are like me and get used to seeing these things, you won't think so." The machine gunner smiled and saw through the world of mortals: "These people died here, it is not our fault, it is their own choice .”

"They have no choice at all!" Tom glanced at his comrades-in-arms and said, "They are all just ordinary people. Their only fault is that they were not born in Ireland Hill."

"Well, you may be right." The machine gunner nodded without arguing with Tom, "But what can we do? A few weeks ago, this was an enemy country. They are still our enemies..."

"These demons...we should burn them to death!" Tom also knew that he was a little too hypocritical, so he cursed bitterly, ending the topic.

In the distance, Alan Hill's battleship began to block the shooting, and some shells bombarded the distant city wall, blowing up the stone bars on it to the height of dozens of floors.

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

They were just ordered to come here to slaughter humans, so there is no need for them to continue to attack and waste their own strength before they can't judge what Alan Hill's fleet wants to do.

Unfortunately, the demon fleet on the sea suffered disaster. There is no chance of escape at all. The soldiers who are close to the port still have a chance to escape ashore. The soldiers who are far from the port have all been killed at this time.

They sank with the ship into the sea, and their heavy armor became their drowning burden: although they could hold their breath for a long time, it was not long enough for them to escape to shore.

"I found the situation at 10 o'clock! Machine gunner, can you see it?" After a short period of leisure, a sentence in the earphone made everyone nervous. Tom shifted his position and leaned against the wall, poking his head out to look at the street at ten o'clock in the distance.

A group of armored humans fled in embarrassment towards the place with colored smoke, and they were accompanied by some refugees.

"I saw it! It's some soldiers from the southern kingdom, and some civilians! Are you going to shoot and kill those soldiers?" Already gripping the machine gun tightly and pressing the butt of the gun on his shoulder, the machine gunner tilted his head, revealing Look at those targets in the distance through the sight.

"No need! When they get close, order them to gather at the designated location! If anyone tries to cross the cordon, fire a warning." The squad leader immediately ordered.

"Do you need to let them drop their weapons?" The machine gunner opened the weapon safety and continued to ask.

"The people above didn't say... But are you sure they have weapons in their hands?" Another soldier mocked those ancient long swords and broken shields.

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

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