My Empire

My Empire Chapter 512

2020-11-03

Chapter 512 513 Not our fault

Modern warfare is actually very unfriendly to infantry, especially those scattered in cities Street fighting, for every soldier who has experienced it, is a "pit father" memory worth complaining.

When Tom was carrying a load of dozens of kilograms and spare ammunition, he was carrying a few kilograms of M4 assault rifle with a tactical sling in one hand, and a disposable one in the other hand. Anti-tank bazooka, he really wanted to scold a few swear words as he climbed the stairs.

He gasping for breath, and his ears were protected by noise-cancelling headphones, so that he could only hear his faint breathing. He took heavy steps on the narrow stairs, occasionally hitting the rough walls around him because of his excessive motion.

"Is this ghost place heavy enough? The stairs won't collapse, right?" The soldier behind Tom was carrying an M240 general-purpose machine gun, gasping for breath and complaining constantly: "It should be Those who are officials themselves carry 21 pounds of weapons to climb this kind of stairs once, let them try this feeling."

"Pay attention to your feet!" The third one who climbed the stairs was a squad leader, he There is also a grenade launcher hanging under his M4 rifle, not to mention heavier, he also carries a satellite navigation system, and a spare identification friend or foe device.

"Hoo! Hoo!" Hearing his breathing, Tom was the first to reach the corridor on the top floor. Holding his weapon, he turned sideways and aimed his gun at the corridor. Go to the door closest to him.

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

Tom saw that his comrades had taken cover and kicked the door heavily, kicking open the door that was not heavy.

"Bang dang!" The door was kicked open, and there were messy furniture and all kinds of messy things scattered on the ground.

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

Tom opened the door, put the anti-tank bazooka in his hand under his feet, and clenched the other hand tightly in front of the M4 rifle. Tactical grip, lowered the sound of footsteps, and walked unhindered to the front of another door.

"Damn, wait for me!" The machine gunner behind him was throwing the ammunition chain he was carrying into the empty room, when he turned around and saw Tom lift himself up. feet.

"Bang!" Tom kicked open the second door, and a woman's scream immediately came from inside. Hearing the screams, the squad leader scolded the hell out of it, then 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! Recruits are really troublesome!" The machine gunner had already put his ammunition at this time and leaned over with his machine gun in his arms.

Then, he and the monitor both saw densely packed people, women and children in the room. The refugees were naked and looked at the Alanhill soldiers in strange combat clothing with horror.

Compared with humans and demons, the refugees here and the soldiers of Alanhill also seem to be two world species: you can hardly imagine what it would be like to see a fully armed American soldier for a group of medieval farmers .

"Who are you?" The squad leader, holding a rifle with a grenade launcher, loudly questioned the terrified women in front of him. The women were in their teens and teens, crowded together, and no one dared to answer the question.

"They haven't taken a bath for at least 10 days." There was a rancid smell in the air, looking at the originally attractive, but now slightly disgusting, muddy thighs of this group of women, the squad leader. Wrinkled frowned described.

"It's almost like hell here!" Tom opened the door with his weapon and walked to the next room.

The last room has no door and the windows are broken. Tom leaned against the wall and looked around, making sure it was safe.

He lowered his muzzle, and then the broken window widened to see the burning building outside, and the broken human corpses lying on the street.

"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 something.

Tom frowned, took out the cigarette in his trouser leg pocket, and threw it to the machine gunner, the smoker: "Be careful of being killed by a sniper! According to the information, the other party also has a dive archer who uses bows and arrows!"

"There's fire here, there's smoke everywhere, I don't show my head, it's fine." I sat down against the wall, the machine gun shooter had already lit the cigarette with a lighter movement, and he enjoyed it very much. took a sip.

"Speaking of which, there are more dead people than living people here... it's hell." Tom took a cigarette from the cigarette case returned by the other party, lit it, took a puff, and leaned against the remaining door frame , also confided.

"The sniper is in place!" Inside the headset, the sniper who climbed up the roof reported his position: "I can clearly see the smoke of the identification of the enemy and self, the vicinity is very safe, and there is no demon infested. ."

"Very good! Keep vigilance." The squad leader's voice came: "Harry, Max! You two send these women out, find them a return helicopter, and take them away. Here!"

"Yes! It's a good job." Teased when the soldier called Max replied: "I like dealing with women the most."

"Wait for you. When I see these women, I think they will spit it out." Another voice sounded, and it was the sarcastic words of the soldier named Harry: "When they get on the helicopter, the sour smell in the cabin will not dissipate for three days."

"Hahaha!" The Gunner, who was also listening to these chats, laughed with cigarettes between his fingers. Tom didn't laugh along, because he saw too many pictures that made him despair along the way.

He saw the man lying on the ground being torn apart by demon dogs, and he saw the half-body soldier who had been swallowed up.

Immediately afterwards, he also saw those demon dogs killed by bullets. Among the piles of corpses, the disgusting black blood kept flowing, seeping into the ground and giving off a disgusting stench.

There is death everywhere, there are destroyed buildings everywhere, the streets are full of rubble, only a few living people escape from all directions, and then kneel on the ground gasping for breath to help Their Alanhill soldiers wept.

Yes, cry! They didn't hear a word of thanks or describe what happened to them. After being saved, these people just wept and were as embarrassed as the saved corpses.

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

"When you're like me, and you're used to seeing these things, you won't think so." The machine gunner laughed, seeing through the world: "It's not our fault that these people died here, It's their own choice."

"They don't have a choice at all!" Tom glanced at his comrades and said, "They are all ordinary persons, their only fault is that they were not born in Alanhill. ."

"Well, you might be right." The Gunner didn't want to argue with Tom, nodded said, "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 all!" Tom also knew that he was too hypocritical, and cursed bitterly, ending the topic.

In the distance, Alanhill's battleship began to block fire, and some artillery shells struck the city wall in the distance, blowing the stone bars up to the height of several 10th layer buildings.

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

They're only here to slaughter humans, so there's no point in going on the offensive and wasting their forces until they can't tell what exactly Alanhill's fleet is trying to do.

Unfortunately, the demon fleet on the sea suffered. There is no chance to escape at all. Soldiers close to the port still have a chance to escape ashore. Soldiers far away from the port have now been killed at this time.

They sank with their ships into the water, and their heavy armor 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.

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

A group of human beings in armor fled towards the place with the colored smoke in embarrassment, along with some refugees.

"I saw it! It's some soldiers from the southern kingdom, and some civilians! Do you want to open a torch to kill those soldiers?" He already clenched his machine gun and pressed the butt on his shoulder, The Gunner tilted his head, looking through the sights at the distant targets.

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

"Do they need to 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 the old long sword and the broken shield.

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

(end of this chapter)