Five Hundred and Seventeen Tears
"General!" The adjutant handed a report to Genesis, who had been standing on the side of the ship from beginning to end, and reported the latest battle situation: "The f/a-18 attack plane has been ordered to land at the airport 10 kilometers away from Shackburn. The place attacked the retreating demons. The opponent has indeed given up on Shakeburn, and the scale of the battle in the city is shrinking little by little."
"How's the situation on the Alanuk?" Genesis knew that his fleet had cleared the demon fleet around Shakeburn, and the reconnaissance plane also reported the news that all the enemy warships had sunk.
According to the pre-plan, the two destroyers are trying to clear the periphery of the port. They need to confirm a safe channel, and then let the main aircraft carrier fleet have been separated from the main aircraft carrier fleet, protected by the other two destroyers. Ship more refugees.
"The Aranuk is calling. There are more than 1,300 refugees who have already boarded the ship." The adjutant answered a number that he couldn't believe. A UH-60 and a few CH-47 helicopters, it is impossible to transport only more than 1,300 refugees back.
Therefore, the greatest possibility for this to happen is that there are not many living humans in Shakeburn who can be rescued.
"..." Genesis didn't speak, and he naturally heard the meaning behind the words of the report. The captain of the battleship Intrepid who was standing not far away clenched his fists and cursed: "This group of damn demons!"
"Damn it indeed!" Hearing the curse, the adjutant continued, "We shouldn't let one go! Unfortunately...the previous task analysis was wrong, and we didn't prepare enough troops."
This matter cannot be entirely blamed on the Navy’s staff department. In fact, the main purpose of Alan Hill’s navy going south this time is to block the demon’s sea transportation and oppress the remaining demon navy fleet.
The lord of Shakburn, the old Earl Roysaac, who had already died on the city wall, sent a sailing fleet for help, but only arrived at Paston Port, which originally belonged to the Bameshire Empire.
They were lucky enough to encounter the Alan Hill Fleet going south in Paston Port, and this fleet happened not to carry a large number of landing troops.
Those transport ships are all transporting supplies, and the naval fleet is only ordered to cover the fleet along the way. As for the amphibious landing ship, it is actually responsible for transporting naval military equipment to restore part of the port functions of Paston Port.
After learning that Shakeburn needed rescue, the navy changed the fleet's combat order in the spirit of saving civilians, and then brought the only battalion of marines to the south to rescue the refugees in the southern kingdom.
Temporarily drawing up a battle plan, still in the newly occupied port in the south, and the strength of the troops is obviously insufficient, so it is actually very difficult to do what it is now.
"It's not the staff's fault... Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to gather the landing troops. Are we going to bring the army over? To fight the landing?" Genesis defended the officers of the naval staff, and then went on He continued: "In this situation, there is no way to prevent the opponent from fleeing. Just destroy as many as you can!"
The adjutant is also helpless, they are powerless now, they really can only watch helplessly as the demon troops who have committed heinous crimes withdraw and leave.
This feeling is absolutely uncomfortable, at least the naval commanders on the bridge feel that there is something blocked in their hearts.
...
On the ground, the last demon dog that did not escape fell into a pool of black blood.
It screamed terribly, the horror and violence before it was completely gone in the voice.
Armed with arms, the Alanhill soldier walked up to his prey step by step, and fired a fatal bullet at the ferocious eyes and sharp fangs.
Although the demon dog was thick, it couldn't stop the bullet and a hole was punched out of its skin. The last trace of strength slipped out of the hole, and the devil dog lowered its head, and there was no more sound.
"A team of three! Set up a security zone nearby! Let those Shackburn City Guards find survivors!" Commanders who were unwilling to put their troops in danger because they were worried that there were still demons hiding in the buildings , and found a new job for the guards of Shakeburn City they had just recruited.
Before it was known whether there were any remaining demons in the city, these almost unarmed Shakben soldiers were dispersed. They're going to find the survivors who might still exist, or find the surviving demons...
The company commander of Company A is ordering his third platoon leader to set up the defense line on the wall of his flank, where he will build a higher and safer position with a relatively better view.
When he raised his head again, he saw the guards of Shakeburn City who had gone out to look for refugees before.
These city guards who volunteered to find survivors brought back about 1,000 desperate civilians and about 100 city guard soldiers, which can be said to be very rewarding.
However, these soldiers were very depressed, and the commander in charge disappeared. When a strong city guard soldier walked up to the company commander of company a, the company commander recognized the gun he sent out.
The other party handed back the pistol that had been emptied of bullets and hung up empty to the company commander of Company A. Tears streamed down his face as he spoke: "Captain Camille...is dead. When he was dying, he asked me to let him I give you back the pistol."
"..." Without speaking, he took the pistol from the opponent's hand, replaced the magazine with a new one, pushed the slide, and the company commander of Company A put the pistol back into the holster on his waist. Reached out and patted the other person's shoulder: "You are all doing well! Go and have a rest!"
"Sir... I think... if you are willing to take me in, I am willing to join the army of Alan Hill! I want to fight, I want to take revenge, for our Captain Camille, and for all the people who died here..." The brawny man was crying so loudly that he spoke in an indistinct voice.
"I understand your feelings, but I can't take you in." The company commander of Company A replied in embarrassment: "You will be sent to Paston, and you will be settled there. After that, you will enjoy the privileges of several levels of citizens. Remuneration, whether you have the right to join the army, all have regulations, and it’s not up to me to decide.”
The other party's eyes widened, not knowing whether the officer in front of him was telling the truth or not. You know, in these old empires, there are not many people who volunteer to join the army. If there is someone who is as powerful as him and who really knows some swordsmanship is willing to join the army, the military is very willing to take him in.
But now, according to the other party, it seems that not everyone in the once distant Alan Hill Empire is eligible to join the army. This qualification seems to have nothing to do with combat skills.
In fact, it really doesn't matter, because Alan Hill is undergoing large-scale disarmament, and the troops are not recruiting very much now, let alone finding some soldiers who surrendered.
What's more, Alan Hill's current recruiting of soldiers is mainly based on loyalty. The priority is to recruit first-class citizens in the core area, and the worst is second-class citizens. It is impossible for these newly recruited guys who are not even third-class citizens to be directly recruited into the army.
"Let's go to Paston at ease! If you really want to join the army, you can wait until your identity is settled." The company commander of A company comforted: "If you really trust me, listen to me, and let me know when the time comes." You join Alan Hill, don't hesitate."
As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a sip, looked at the refugees who had already started queuing up to transfer to the port in the distance, and said: "It is not a loss for a person to be born in Ilan Hill in his whole life." .”
"I understand." The strong man nodded, and said: "I just heard that Alan Hill is powerful, and seeing you today... I know, we were deceived, and we should not be enslaved by demons! We are human beings , is a human being, so he should stand by Alan Hill's side!"
"No one can enslave Alan Hill!" The company commander of Company A stretched out his hand again, and patted the opponent's shoulder: "One day, we will kill those high-ranking demons, trample them under our feet, and burn them city, destroy their world!"
Hearing the words that seemed to be an oath, but also seemed to be a dream, the eyes of the guards of Shakeben City lit up. He had never felt this way before, and the words of the Airan Hill officer in front of him filled him with strength.
"You are a brave person. In Elland Hills, brave people should live on!" The company commander of Company A knew that the other party was the first to raise his hand and was determined to find the survivors, so he said : "Take people to maintain the order of those refugees!"
He said and handed the other party a card, which was beautifully printed and had a layer of plastic protective film, which looked very high-end. Of course, the people in Shakeben would not know that this was nothing profound, it was just a postcard sold within the army.
Because letters are sometimes delayed, the army only issues such postcards once a month, which are used to write phrases to send home. According to the month above, you can tell which month the card belongs to.
The man took the postcard, but didn't turn around to leave: "I want to take someone out to see again, maybe... we can find more survivors..."
"Okay." This time, the commander of Company A, who was more satisfied with the other party, nodded. If he didn't really have no authority, he really wanted to pull the other party into the company he commanded. It would be nice to have such a subordinate: "Be careful!"
While talking, he drew out his own gun and handed it to the other party: "I may have said it last time, or I may not have said it. However, you are under my command for the time being, please remember my order, soldier! You, You must, personally, return this gun to me! Do you understand?"
"Yes!" A little clumsily, the strong man imitated Alan Hill's military salute, stood at attention and waved his hands, his chin raised, his eyes filled with tears of excitement.