My Empire

What the demon officer wanted was not to resist himself, but to bring these demonic civilians to resist together.

The demonic civilians standing here stared blankly at everything that happened in front of them. They had never seen these foreign enemies. A few days ago, they were still producing all kinds of armors to arm their troops. .

From the point of view of faith, they believe that they are the creation of the magic source, and these lives that they think are created by the magic source can only serve the magic source in their lifetime.

But now, their faith has collapsed, and they have to accept the fact that from the situation, the source of magic is being defeated little by little.

"If you don't resist, we will consider guaranteeing your safety! ... This guarantee will not be until we receive a higher order." Burrison finally replied.

He could not but execute higher-level orders, at least from his point of view, if he received an order to kill these civilians, he would open fire without hesitation.

Before coming to the Demon Realm, he had always been instilled with the idea that "others from the race must have different hearts", so he fired with his weapon, and now he doesn't actually have too much psychological burden.

The torture from the soul that slaughtered civilians would also entangle his humanity, but it was really not as huge as imagined.

The only thing that made him give up doing this was because of the previous prisoner storm. He saw with his own eyes that the devil released the pilot captives, so he felt that he should have done the same thing again, so that he would not owe each other morally.

The demons crowded in the small town looked at the aliens who surrounded them with fear and curiosity. What they saw were heavy armored grenadiers wearing heavy "armor", at least in appearance, these alien soldiers were very powerful.

"Suddenly!" Suddenly, a series of gunfire sounded, and everyone's attention was turned to the direction of the gunfire.

The crowd began to commotion, the nearby demons receded like a tide, and they desperately crowded backwards, as if this would make themselves safer.

But in fact, in the face of 10mm caliber assault rifle bullets, seven or eight demons can penetrate it.

A grenadier with a light smoke at the muzzle held his weapon nervously, looking at the ragged demons who fell in front of him.

"He... they approached me and seemed to reach out to me..." The soldier didn't know whether he was explaining to himself or trying to explain to everyone.

The demon officer in front of Burrison looked numbly at what was happening before him, and did not react.

"Get your people back! If there is any more threatening action, I will order all the soldiers to fire freely." Burrison is a smart man, and immediately began to pass the blame on the other side.

Anyway, now he is the one with the gun in his hand, and the reason is naturally on his side. It is impossible for him to deal with his subordinates for a few demons, so he first gave a solid reason for his subordinates' firing behavior.

Anyway, even if these demons complained afterwards, it would be a mess. Everyone has reasons. You are not afraid of going to court, right?

Then, the demon officer turned to look at Burrison, and said, "I hope your guarantee can be implemented."

"As long as they don't make dangerous attempts." Burrison emphasized again, very satisfied with his quick wit.

After echoing back and forth, he felt that his reasons were more adequate and more tenable. Those demons were too close to the soldier who opened fire, and seemed to have the meaning of surrounding the soldier. Mobile terminal::

The two sides were in a stalemate like this, one side was the Ailan Hill heavy armored grenadier with a gun and a long sword slung around his waist; on the other side was a demon civilian who was almost naked.

Until, Burrison's headset sounded the commander's voice: "Marshal Wagron ordered your people to monitor this place, and after the follow-up troops arrive, they will officially receive these prisoners."

"Understand... retreat!" Burrison did not hesitate. After all, the demonic civilians in front of him were so-called hot potatoes.

Throwing away this hot potato is a relief for Burrison. As for whether to capture the prisoners or kill the demons directly afterwards, it is all about the people above, and it has nothing to do with him, the little captain.

"Why are you leaving? We have already surrendered." The demon officer stood in place, and the officer who looked at the humans without understanding called out the command to retreat.

Then, seemingly ignoring his words, the humans who had heard the order began to retreat, and the large armored vehicles also began to reverse.

Compared with the giant war machines of the devil, the human armored vehicles in front of them are smaller, but they are more sophisticated at a glance.

Their steel plates are cut straight, and the parts on them are installed exactly the same. Even the camouflage coatings on these armored vehicles make these deadly weapons look more advanced.

Of course, the demon officer in front of him didn't know what a strong "dish cooking breath" was, and he certainly didn't understand the simple truth that face value is combat effectiveness.

He simply felt that these human weapons and equipment were so good-looking, with a priceless taste.

"Stand here, and wait for us to come back!" Burrison pointed to the ground under the feet of the demon officer, and ordered the soldiers under his command: "If you move around and we can't find you, it may appear. Some unpleasant things."

"Okay... OK. I, I know." The demon officer replied subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that he shouldn't be so low-pitched.

Unfortunately, when he realized that his momentum had been weakened by three points, he had no chance to find his place again. Burrison had retreated to a short distance with his soldiers, and after merging several vehicles, he rushed to support or watch the lively Type 99 main battle tank.

"My lord..." A succubus wearing clothes, but even more seductive, twisted his waist and walked behind the demon officer: "There is nothing to eat here. Some women in the back have already been eaten."

For the devil who eats the weak and eats the strong, there is no problem with cannibalism. Similarly, when they are hungry, it is not strange to kill each other.

When there is a famine, the demons will eat their weak companions. This is why the demons always expand. They are good at fighting but not good at farming. Although they are omnivorous humanoids most of the time, other lives are still in their recipes.

"Damn it, why am I staying here?" The demon officer suffocated the fire, couldn't vent, and muttered to himself in embarrassment.