Five Hundred and Eight Bloody Beginnings

Shakeburn is a seaport city, and its city walls are not complete. In fact, after these walls meander to the beach, they are blocked by the fort and the coast.

Strictly speaking, the port area of ​​this city is not actually within the city, or in other words, not within the protection of the city walls.

The port area and the buildings in the port area here are only protected by simple fortifications, but they are covered by forts, which have a certain degree of security.

However, in the face of the attacks of demons and Alan Hill, the fragile city walls can't protect the safety of the city's main streets, and the unprotected port area naturally no longer has any security at all. .

Behind the city wall of Shakeben City, there are some camps where the cleared troops are stationed, and the part closer to the core is the city street.

Now there are civilians taking refuge everywhere, they have no place to evacuate, they can only crowd the streets, waiting for their fate.

Hearing the sound of the trebuchet, and seeing the troops being transferred to the city wall one by one, the refugees who were crowded under the eaves and leaning against the corner of the building were terrified and didn't know what to do.

It is the limit of what they can do that they can come here. Although suffering from hunger and hunger, there are not many old, weak, sick and disabled here, because the real old, weak, sick and disabled have disappeared halfway.

"All numbered young people gather! Go to the weapon warehouse to get your weapons! The demons are attacking the city walls! If the city walls are breached, no one will be spared! Everyone must fight! Move fast!" An officer with a long sword , followed by a guard carrying a spear, shouting loudly as he walked across the street.

The slightly hoarse shout made everyone feel uneasy, and they hesitated to step forward, because they didn't know what kind of terrible things they would face once they took up weapons.

"Quick! You must fight! Otherwise, the demons will rush in, and you will all die!" The officer was still yelling loudly. At this time, some men could only bite the bullet and stand up. After all, they also know the horror of some demons.

On the other side, all the soldiers in the barracks are busy now. There are soldiers who have just retreated from the position to rest, some troops that have lost more than half and are waiting to be replenished, and a large number of logistics personnel are constantly running around.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door of a unit's barracks, came in and asked, "Is there anyone here to help?" Unbearable.

"We haven't received orders to go up the walls yet," replied the only officer in the room, standing up.

The dozen or so soldiers of the team stationed in the room stared blankly at the barging soldier, not knowing what he was going to do here at this time. After all, according to the news, they had not received the order to go up the city wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm from the fifth army that has been withdrawn. We have too many wounded soldiers! The hospital is short of manpower. Can some elder brothers help me?" It was very intense when we came out to the front line.

The captain in this barracks is the only one in this unit who has fought in battle, so he naturally knows the seriousness of the matter.

Only if they help, will someone come to help them later. This is all mutual, and it is also a tacit understanding between friendly forces.

So he stood up, walked in front of his subordinates, and ordered: "It's not easy to survive, and we don't have anything to do now, so we won't die if we do some work."

finished speaking,

He pointed to a few of his subordinates and said, "You stay behind to guard the equipment and things. Those who go put the equipment in the barracks. It is inconvenient to save people with armor."

"Thank you, thank you." The man from the Fifth Legion seemed to have walked through a lot of barracks, and he was probably rejected all the way. With moist eyes, he bowed and thanked the captain in front of him.

After a while, these soldiers who came to help followed the captain to a nearby field hospital. Except for the captain who had experienced battles, everyone else was completely stunned by the sight in front of them.

A stretcher was hastily carried in front of several people. The soldier on it was covered with blood, half of his body armor was deformed, and a lot of white bones were thrown out. He had no birth, because the blood flowed from his mouth. With pieces of internal organs and blood foam. Those eyes stared straight at the captain and the others, seeming to be unwilling and painful.

Not far away, the lightly wounded were thrown in the open space and were being taken care of by an aunt. The screams could be heard endlessly. Soldiers with missing arms and legs struggled painfully on the ground. Several soldiers with gauze wrapped around their heads were helping to look after them. comrades.

"Gentlemen! Which army do you belong to? Where's the armor?" A military medical officer wearing a white shirt over a chain mail came over, frowning. His white blouse was half red with blood, and it looked very wet and disgusting.

The captain who heard the question knew this military doctor with a higher rank than himself, and immediately replied with a salute: "My lord, we are soldiers of the Fourth Army. I heard that you need manpower here. We are here to help."

When the military medical officer heard the captain's answer, his face became kind immediately: "There are too few soldiers who are willing to volunteer to help, thank you for your hard work for your compatriots, go there to get a few stretchers, and help transport the soldiers who came down from the city wall." The wounded soldiers are sent here, thank you."

"Yes, my lord!" The captain saluted again, the military medical officer returned the military salute very solemnly, and hurriedly turned to another direction.

These soldiers who came to help found the quartermaster who was already busy in the chaos, took several stretchers there, and led a small team to help lift the wounded soldiers.

Everyone didn't talk much, because they could only look for soldiers who could be treated from the bloody frontline wounded soldiers. The soldiers dragging the stretchers soon found that they were stepping on the ground that had already died. Cold corpse.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed a recruit's ankle, causing the soldier who was sluggishly walking forward with his team to tremble involuntarily.

He looked down and saw a soldier spitting blood, begging in an unclear voice: "Help me, please help me."

"Hey! Captain! There is a living person here." The soldier whose ankle was grabbed was frightened to death, and hurriedly called the captain who was walking ahead.

It's a pity that his captain didn't even look back, and continued to move forward. He didn't stop his steps, but he answered the question of the soldiers behind him: "Leave him here! Not every living person can be saved."

At this time, the recruit who finally got the courage to lower his head carefully looked at the wounded man holding his ankle, only to find that the other party's legs were gone.

About two-thirds of the wounded were lying in the mud, surrounded by blood-stained ground. According to the current state, there is really no need to waste time rescuing this kind of injury.

To be ruthless, even to be courageous, the recruit forcefully shook off the hand that was holding his ankle. Trembling, he walked forward and caught up with the captain in front. The two found a soldier who had been shot in the shoulder and rib, and put the lucky guy on a stretcher.

While they were putting the wounded on the stretcher, the wounded soldier lying not far away, covered in blood and without legs, wailed for a while: "Help me! Help me! For the sake of the gods!" Come on! Take me out of here! I have gold coins in my armor! Take me away!"

During this process, the captain never looked back, and finally led the novices who had seen so many dead people for the first time, and returned to the hospital on the same road, regardless of the pleading voices in the distance.

Passing by the half of the wounded man lying next to the pile of corpses again, the recruit once again saw the half of his body that had grabbed his ankle just now.

Now the body is lying motionless next to the pile of corpses, the blood under the body has been congealed in the soil, the other party is motionless, and there is no cry, of course, it is impossible to tell if he is still alive...

Back at the hospital, two medical soldiers came to the stretcher carried by the recruit and motioned the recruit to lay the wounded on the ground.

Of course, these recruits who were carrying the wounded for the first time obeyed, but the other party did not wait for the wounded to react, and at the same time as they put down the stretcher, they grabbed the end of the devil's arrow full of rust and barbs stuck on the wounded body with one hand. , pressing the area around the wound with one hand, and pulled out the iron arrow forcefully.

"Ah!" The wounded soldier let out a heart-piercing scream, and blood flowed profusely, splashing the face of the recruit carrying the stretcher. The medical soldier didn't even look at the wounded soldier. He stared at the recruit and said, "Help block the hole with your fingers! Wait for the two men who are in charge of wrapping the bandages to come over there, and you can go. The arrow on the arm It’s not fatal, just let it go.”

"I, I said... How, how can this be done... How can, how can you be so rude..." The recruit was already terrified by the scene in front of him, and now he felt his legs were weak, and he questioned that with a trembling voice. Physician who "regards human life".

After all, as a soldier, he didn't want to be carried here after being injured, and to be given such a terrible blow when he was most helpless.

"Soldier!" The man who seemed to be a temporary guest doctor frowned, pointed to the wounded in the distance, and explained, "If I follow the procedure for each one, I can only save 20 a day!" The medical soldier's eyes were bloodshot, he ignored the nonsense recruits, and walked wearily to another stretcher in the distance.

At this time, the captain came over with bloodstains from others on his chest, pushed his subordinates aside involuntarily, apologized to the doctor, then turned around, snorted and said: "You are now Do you understand? This is war! It is not easy to survive."

The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain and groaned loudly. Watching the captain insert his thumb into the bleeding wound, enduring the bone-piercing pain, he stammered, "Thank you...thank you."

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