My Empire

My Empire Chapter 517

2020-11-03

Chapter 517 518 Outside the city

"This is too bad." On the land of blood and minced flesh, military boots have been dyed red with bloody mud.

He could feel the blood dry on the soles of his shoes, so sticky that it could almost lift what was under his feet. This feels very bad, and it takes a lot of courage for him to take every step.

Compared with the situation in the city of Shakeben, the appearance outside the city makes people have one's hair stand on end. It is no longer enough to use the word hell to describe it, because the cruelest hell that human beings can imagine is absolutely impossible to describe the scene in front of them.

The corpses of hundreds of thousands of refugees were mixed with the corpses of demons, and there were corpses everywhere.

In the center of the corpses are some huge craters blasted by Alanhill large-caliber shells. One by one is like an abrupt crater on the lunar surface. In the flesh and blood of Heaven and Earth, the bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, as if to devour everything.

The bottom of these craters is the pooled red blood. The blood dried up at the bottom of the pit, not much, but stuck to the soft soil, terrible to see.

New Tom felt his stomach tumbling, but he had nothing to spit out.

The comrades who patrolled with him were almost like this. They have vomited several times, until they can no longer vomit anything, can barely get out of the broken city wall and walk on such a terrifying road.

Yes, even if this feeling is extremely disgusting, the soldiers who are responsible for finding survivors outside the city are really unable to vomit.

As the feeling of walking in a sea of corpses and blood became more and more, they became more and more used to it. Now, although they still feel disgusted, they have become numb enough to ignore them. Bare arms and bones.

"The closer you get to the city gate, the more corpses. Many refugees have fled here, but they have not been able to break through the thick and tall city walls like the demons." Tom stepped on the sticky on the ground, while introducing his experience to his comrades.

This is the second time he has been out of the city to patrol. He is someone who has seen the "big scene", so he is calmer than the comrade behind him, and he can wear a gas mask in a low, muffled voice speak.

The sound, although not very clear, can be transmitted through the microphone and headphones, but can be heard clearly in the Wireless Electronics communication channel.

A comrade-in-arms who was also carrying a weapon, carrying a first-aid kit, and carrying a lot of medicine, found a pile of corpses at this time.

These corpses are leaning against the city wall. Obviously, after being chased by demons, these people have no way to retreat, so they can only crowd together, and then the encirclement gets smaller and smaller, and they go with the flow Naturally piled up.

"It's really some poor people... If they were willing to fight, the situation would be very different." The comrade-in-arms finally overcame the nausea in his heart and spoke through the intercom.

"Can they repel those demons?" Tom looked back towards his comrades and asked in disbelief.

"No, they will die with more dignity. At least, they won't be crowded together and piled up like a grave." Tom's comrade-in-arms shook the head and replied.

The demon is impossible to be defeated by a group of civilians. Even an unorganized magician will be surrounded and killed by the opponent when faced with hordes of demons.

However, these demonic forces were completely surpassed in the face of Alanhill's more well-organized, organized, disciplined and battle-strength soldiers.

To put it bluntly, no matter how brave they are, the army of the old era is still the army of the old era, and they are impossible to surpass the modern army after the progress and development.

"Let's go and have a look! The last time I found a living person was in this kind of place." Tom stared at the hills stacked with human bodies in the distance, and said to his comrades: "You must Wouldn't like it, one by one pulling the corpse up from underfoot to see if the corpse buried underneath was breathing."

No one likes this kind of work, touching the dead body with their hands corpse, definitely not a good experience. Even with gloves on, that feeling is enough to break down.

In the distance, a group of army soldiers from the city guards of Shackburn are numbly rummaging through the corpses, they are silent, like zombies living in a group of minced meat, the action Slow and lifeless.

These people have been sent here to find survivors, but in a sense, their work has yielded little.

The dead are everywhere, and the living are found as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. And they don't have time to test the life and death of every "corpse", they can only use the fastest speed to find those living people who can respond to their actions, because Alanhill's fleet is impossible to wait for them for too long.

There is no way around this.

Because Alanhill's fleet is used for combat, it is too easy to become the target of demon attacks because it hangs overseas without support.

The best way for a naval fleet to protect itself is to hide in the vast sea and use the vast area to increase the enemy's search cost.

But if the naval fleet is fixed in one place, it is very dangerous. The High Seas Fleet during World War I, and the battleship Tirpitz during World War II, were all blocked in the port and unable to escape before trying nothing and accomplishing nothing.

even more how, in one day, those living people hiding in the city have basically been rescued. Alanhill saved more than 60,000 civilians from Shakeburn, which is more than they thought. There are way too many of them.

Even after several raids by the Alanhill naval fleet, Shackburn had a population of over 300,000 at its lowest point.

Now, those once glorious streets have disappeared, and the tall city wall has become rubble. There are more than 500,000 people in the city of Shakeben, and there are only 60,000 survivors in the end.

If you count the more than 200,000 refugees outside the city, the demons killed almost 65 Myriad Slaughterers in a short period of time.

That's 650,000 living beings, who lived in this world a day ago. Now 24 hours have passed, and all these lives have become dust, disappeared without a trace.

Halfway through, Tom saw two bodies on the ground. A teenage boy lay beside his father, whose head was gone, but still held his son's arm firmly.

Tom let out a long sigh. They were only a dozen meters away from the city gate, but they probably would not have thought that the city gate had already been blocked from the inside. Or they thought about it, but that was their only hope, a hope without hope.

"We will come back, we will. We will take back all the land that belongs to us, and make all the demons pay the most painful price for what they have done today!" This is When Laurens spoke to all the naval officers and soldiers, his tone was unprecedentedly firm, as if he was swearing.

After hearing this sentence, all the soldiers were looking forward to it, hoping that they could use the identity of Conqueror to return to Shackburn again, come back here, and put all the demons away. Step on your feet.

"The general is right, we will definitely come back." Tom withdrew his gaze from the corpses of the father and son, and said to his comrades in agreement: "We will come back, come back to find those The devil will pay back our blood debt."

"Yeah, revenge, debt collection! We humans will never be slaves!" Nodded, a comrade-in-arms, slightly changed a slogan he was familiar with before and used it in the moment.

While they were talking, in the cockpit of an F-14 Tomcat fighter overhead patrolling the battlefield, the rear driver looked at the spot on the radar and reported loudly: " We found a huge spot of light that looked like it was at least a giant floating fortress! An enemy is approaching! Repeat, an enemy is approaching!"

"This is Lookout One, this is Lookout Taiwan No. 1! We are verifying the target you mentioned... Please closely monitor the enemy in this direction!" Inside the headset, the command and dispatch officer on the early warning aircraft gave an order.

The F-14 in charge of the patrol took the lead, and immediately called the wingman who was in the vicinity, and the two planes left in formation.

Looking up at the two fighter jets galloping away in the distance, the company commander of Company A narrowed his eyes.

He knew that when the patrolling fighter jet left in such a hurry, it must have found some suspicious target there. Whatever that goal was, their time at Shackburn was arguably running out.

Behind him, the soldiers of Company A were stacking the heavy weapons they used, which seemed impossible to transport, and were ready to explode and dispose of them when they left.

The sappers have attached the C4 explosives to the stacks of weapons and connected the leads for the detonation. Just hook up the detonator and power it up to blast these weapons into a pile of junk.

Basically, some cheap mortars and mortar shells are being dealt with. Expensive individual anti-aircraft missiles, already anti-tank missiles, are to be taken away. After all, this is not a withdrawal of troops, this is a transfer of the Navy, and the transportation conditions are relatively loose.

"Leaving this time is to live in the future!" He turned around and comforted the brawny man of the City Guard standing beside him: "Let's go! You go to the pier first, and wait until you leave. The news.

The brawny man p resigned."<

(end of this chapter)