Chapter 513: Not our fault

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

When Tom is carrying a load of tens of kilograms and spare ammunition, one hand with a tactical harness is holding a few kilograms of m4 assault rifle, and the other hand is carrying an anti-tank rocket launcher one by one, climbing the stairs. At that time, he really wanted to curse a few swear words.

He was panting, and his ears were protected by noise-canceling headphones, so that he could only hear his own faint breathing. He took heavy steps on the narrow stairs, and from time to time he hit the rough wall because of his excessive movements.

"Is this ghost place enough to bear the weight? The stairs won't collapse, right?" The soldier following Tom was carrying an m240 general-purpose machine gun, panting and complaining: "I should really let the officials carry 21 pounds. Climb this kind of stairs once with his weapon, let them try this kind of feeling too."

"Pay attention to your feet!" The third squad leader who climbed the stairs was a squad leader. Under his m4 rifle there was a grenade launcher. Not to mention the heavier weight. He also carried a satellite navigation system and a spare identification friend or foe.

"Huh! Huh!" Listening to his own breathing, Tom was the first to reach the uppermost corridor. With his weapon, he turned to the side and aimed the muzzle at the door of the nearest room on the edge of the corridor. .

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

Tom saw his comrades take cover and kicked heavily on the door, kicking open the door which is not heavy.

"Dang!" The door was kicked open. Inside were messy furniture and all kinds of messy things scattered on the ground.

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

Tom let go of this room door, put the anti-tank rocket launcher in his hand under his feet, grasped the tactical grip in front of the m4 rifle with his other hand, lowered the sound of his footsteps, and walked sideways in front of the other room door.

"Damn it, wait for me!" The machine gunner behind him was throwing the bullet chain he was carrying into the empty room, and when he looked back, he saw Tom raising his foot.

"Boom!" Tom kicked the second door open, and there was a woman's scream immediately inside. Hearing the scream, the squad leader yelled at him, holding the weapon in his hand, past the machine gunner, and rushed to Tom's side.

"I said! You can't act by yourself! Damn! The recruits are really troublesome!" The machine gunner had already placed his ammunition at this time and approached with his machine gun.

Then, he and the monitor both saw women and children crowded in the house. These refugees did not cover their bodies, and looked at the Lanhill soldiers in weird combat costumes with horrified eyes.

Compared with humans and demons, the refugees and Lanhill soldiers here also seem to be species in two worlds: you can hardly imagine what it would be like to see a group of farmers in the Middle Ages when they see heavily armed American soldiers.

"Who are you?" The squad leader was holding a rifle with a grenade launcher, and loudly questioned the panicked women in front of him. These women are dozens of years old, and some are in their teens. They are crowded together, and there are no people who dare to answer questions.

"They haven't taken a shower for at least 10 days." The air was filled with a rancid smell. Looking at the women's original, but now slightly disgusting thighs full of mud, the squad leader frowned and described.

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

There is no door in the last room, and the window has been ruined. Tom leaned against the wall and looked around casually, and he was sure it was safe.

He lowered his muzzle, and then the broken window widened, and he saw buildings burning outside and the streets full of broken human corpses.

"The angle here is pretty good!" Then came the machine gunner of the team. He set up his machine gun not far from the window, adjusted the position, then pressed the bullet chain into the gun, and reached out to beg Tom. what.

Tom frowned, pulled out the cigarette in his trouser leg pocket, and threw it to the machine gunner, the smoker: "You are careful to be killed by a sniper! According to the information, the other party also has a master who uses bows and arrows!"

"There is fire here, there is smoke everywhere, I don't show my head, it's okay." Sitting down in the corner, the machine gunner ignited the cigarette quickly with a lighter, and took a sip with enjoyment.

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

"The sniper is in place!" In the headset, the sniper who climbed the roof reported his position: "I can clearly see the fog that identifies the enemy and I. The neighborhood is safe, and no demons are infested."

"Very good! Keep alert." The squad leader's voice came: "Harry, Max! You two send these women out, find them a returning helicopter, and take them out of here!"

"Yes! This is a really good job." The soldier called Max joked when he answered, "I like dealing with women the most."

"When you see these women, you will probably spit it out." Another voice sounded. It was the ridiculous words of the soldier named Harry: "When they get on the helicopter, the sour smell in the cabin is probably not going to escape for three days."

"Hahaha!" The machine gunner who also listened to these chats smiled with cigarettes between their fingers. Tom didn't follow along, because he saw too many pictures that made him desperate along the way.

He saw the man who fell on the ground was torn apart by the demon dog, and he saw the soldier who had been swallowed only in half.

Immediately afterwards, he also saw the devil dogs killed by bullets. Among the mountains of corpses, the disgusting black blood kept flowing, seeping into the ground and emitting a disgusting rancid smell.

There were deaths everywhere, destroyed buildings everywhere, and rubble and rubble on the streets. Only a few living people escaped from all directions, and then knelt on the ground, panting and crying at the Lanhill soldiers who supported them.

Yes, cry! They heard no words of thanks, and no one described what happened to them. These people just cry after being saved, embarrassed as if they were saved corpses.

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

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

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

"Well, you may be right." The machine gunner didn't mean to argue with Tom, nodded and said, "But what can we do? A few weeks ago, this was an enemy country. They were still our enemies..."

"These demons...we should burn them all!" Tom knew that he was a bit too pretentious, and he cursed bitterly, ending the topic.

In the distance, Lanhill's battleship began to block the attack. Some shells bombarded the distant city wall, blasting the stone bars above it to the height of dozens of stories.

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

They were only ordered to come here to slaughter humans, so they didn't have to continue to attack and waste their forces before they couldn't judge what Lanhill's fleet wanted to do.

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

They sank into the sea with the boat, and the heavy armor on them 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 to shore.

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

A group of humans in armor routed towards the place with colored smoke in embarrassment, and some refugees followed them.

"I saw it! It's some soldiers from the Southern Kingdom, and some civilians! Do you want to kill those soldiers with fire?" He had already squeezed the machine gun, pressed the **** on his shoulder, and the machine gunner tilted his head, penetrating Look at the targets in the distance through the sight.

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

"Do they need to lose their weapons?" The machine gunner opened the weapon insurance 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 swords and broken shields.

"Wait! Behind them, there are devil dogs!" When these refugees and soldiers approached, not far behind them, several devil dogs suddenly rushed out of the corner.