On the long coastline, transport ships of all sizes were leaning on the temporary docks established by engineers. Teams of soldiers ran to the shore neatly, while on some transport ships, huge chariots slowly sailed to the tidal flats that had been established as temporary stations.

The busy engineers cleared all the debris and gravel in front of them and built a camp as much as possible. Moreover, the camp was advancing with the forward movement of the Marines, and the army needed a considerable preparation space.

Login continues, and it becomes faster with the increase of temporary docks.

The front-line battlefield was even more intense and fierce, and life disappeared from the killing weapons created by humans at every moment.

It was getting close to evening, and the Marines' offense slowly stopped. The three lines of defense established by the Demon Empire had been completely captured, and only sporadic gunfire was still ringing from time to time.

In the battlefield gradually quiet, the sunset glow spreads to the ground through the small space between the smoke, shining on the dead bodies of life.

The originally living lives were consumed in the meaningless and cruel war. I wonder if there is really heaven or hell in this world, but no one can answer this question, including the Marines who put down their guns and sat on a messy battlefield resting. They raised their hands and looked at it. It was covered with dust and blood. I wonder how many lives are ended by these hands today, and where will they go after they die in the future?

At this time, no one was willing to speak, just looking quietly at some corners around, maybe they were lying on their comrades who had just charged forward together. I guess they would never see each other again in the future. No matter how the other party laughed at or helped him in the past, many familiar figures would disappear.

The rookies went from being nervous at the beginning to being numb later on, and the cruel environment made them have to adapt if they wanted to survive. After a battle, they were originally looking forward to the war and might never be able to find the mentality they had before the war. Instead, they might feel how naive and ridiculous they were at that time.

As long as people with conscience are no one who ignores the corpses lying all over the battlefield. Apart from those monsters with horns, they do not belong to the same tribe at all.

Perhaps all those who are unfortunately killed should hate these monsters with horns, because they did not belong here, but they brought disaster to it, and the disaster will continue. I don’t know how many lives will suffer from this undestructive disaster.

The roar of the naval guns had stopped, and the fighter planes returned gracefully in a layer of golden light given by the afterglow of the sun, deliberately lowering the flight altitude and flew over the heads of the Marines. The cheers of the past were gone, and the response they received was only silence.

This cruel day is about to end. The vanguard of the Army Army's soldiers have come to replace the Marines who have fought for a day. Before leaving, many people turned around and carefully observed the entire battlefield again. I think that this cruel scene will always accompany them throughout their lives.

Compared to the silence of the front-line battlefield, the long coastline is still busy. Before the sky is dark, the lighting equipment has been erected early and barracks are being built. Compared with the soldiers in the center of the battlefield, the engineers' work today seems even harder. From the beginning of their landing, they have been busy until now, and will continue to be busy until late at night until more colleagues will replace them. They do not want their comrades who have spent a long time on the ship to sleep on the ground after they have landed.

The returning Marines enjoyed the best treatment. The camp was fully prepared, the delicious and steaming dinner, and the sweet juice drink seemed to suddenly awaken the soldiers who had been silent.

"Old Liu, how damaged your camp is?"

The fragrant meat also awakened Peng Jianlei, who was in a low mood, and asked at Lao Liu who was stuffed with food.

"Two tanks were completely destroyed, four were damaged and unable to go to the battlefield again, eight people were killed, and the injuries were negligible. You also know that we have a thick layer of steel shell protection. As long as something happens, we will only die immediately."

Lao Liu stopped and continued to stuff food into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Yes, you have a layer of shell protection, but we have nothing. We can only face the enemy with flesh and blood. Whether we will be bitten by bullets depends entirely on luck. Moreover, the enemy is so crazy. I didn't expect that the firepower would be so difficult with our superiority. It is hard to imagine how cruel the battlefield we would face if the opponent was equipped like us in the future?"

Old Liu waved his hand indifferently, perhaps comforting Peng Jianlei: "Don't think so much, anyway, we have an absolute advantage now. As long as the Army Group Army fully landed and the mechanized troops were deployed, it would be difficult for the enemy to win even if the number of soldiers doubled to them. By the way, has the casualties of your regiment been counted?"

Speaking of the casualties of his subordinates, Peng Jianlei's mood fell down again. The cute young men were still standing in front of him in the morning and calling the group leader. Now they are separated by heaven and man forever.

"There were a whole platoon of soldiers killed, 50, and more than 400 were injured. Although not many seriously injured, the medical ships could guarantee that they would be rescued, but the soldiers who could not go to the battlefield would probably exceed my expectations. It was too unexpected to me. I can only say that the enemy was too crazy!"

"I'm sorry, I believe they were mentally prepared before going to the battlefield. Perhaps such a serious casualty situation would be beyond the expectations of the Ministry of National Defense. They originally thought that with their superior forces, they could complete this landing battle more easily."

"Yes, the scarlet eyeballs of those monsters with horns seem to represent madness and blood-sucking. I really can't figure out where they came from and why are they born to be enemies with us?"

Lao Liu put down the food, wiped his mouth, and sipped a glass of juice and then said slowly: "There must be a cause for things. There must be a reason for the same empire suddenly coming to this time and space. It's just that we don't know how many secrets are hidden in the vast universe. It's the affairs of scientists. There will always be a day when the truth comes out in the future, as long as we can continue to move forward!"

"That's a distant thing. Let's think about the war in front of us! Our mission may be over, and the subsequent battle will be subject to the army. I wonder where our next battle will be initiated?"

"I'm thinking too much again. Just after a battle, you're thinking about the next one. Don't worry about so much. Like the commander said, wherever there is an ocean, wherever we are, we will be in the battlefield. Wherever we need us, we will be in the figure. Let's go, maybe our order to retreat will be issued tonight!"

Yes, the Marine Corps mission is indeed over, and the war they face may be even more cruel when they appear next time. This war has allowed a large number of rookies to grow into veterans and also made some unfortunate soldiers bid farewell to the army in advance. Next time they appear in front of people, some new rookies will be added. The cruel battlefield is like a round of elimination, which will only leave strong people with good luck.
Chapter completed!