My Empire

Devil City No. 40, on the street where the gunpowder has not yet cleared, a military sprinkler is spraying a strong smell of disinfectant.

Because the airtight device on the body is working, the heavy-armored grenadiers are not evasive at all. They talk and laugh at the passing sprinklers, and watch the Type 99 main battles with minced meat on them. The tank passed in front of him.

The "battle" just now made this place quiet. Burrison and his team will leave here in an hour, and now they are enjoying a moment of peace that belongs to them.

On the broken city wall, one after another corpses of demon soldiers were being thrown into the corner, and some of the devil's flags covered with bullet holes were also brought down and thrown down.

Trucks distributing ammunition stopped one after another on the square in the city, where some buildings full of bullet holes had been hung with black golden eagle battle flags.

Around the fountain that no longer sprays water a long time ago is a food distribution point that has just been established. There you can get canned food and packaged bread. After all, people will not step on the corpse to make hot food in this kind of place.

Burrison just went to the battalion for a meeting and brought back the corresponding combat missions. He looked at his men who were resting, opened the task panel, and distributed the task documents to all his soldiers.

"The people of the 2nd regiment will pass by here soon, and then the division and the corresponding logistics vehicles. Probably a headquarters will be established here, so we need to continue to attack for about 20 kilometers and establish a safe zone!"

"The combat mission is like this. We need to establish a forward position on the other side of the forest confirmed by the reconnaissance aircraft."

"Our left wing has other companies in charge. They will establish support points on the plains. Our main task is to clear the entire forest and then deploy defenses on the edges!"

"Behind us is the battalion artillery. Four M109 self-propelled howitzers strengthened to us will cover the defense of our entire battalion in the woods."

"If you find a hidden demon, fire immediately. If you find a demon soldier, fire immediately... Well, if you find any target that is not identified by the enemy or ourselves, fire immediately!" After he said the last sentence, he saw that the car was not open. The jeep drove along the highway into the city.

"Hey, isn't it a military car?" Burrison saw the license plate and his expression was obviously taken aback. He certainly knew that many merchants would come to the front line to receive the land that had been sold or mortgaged to them, but he did not expect these people to come so quickly.

The car stopped in front of a well-preserved house. The door was pushed open from the inside. Two noblemen in decent clothes, covering their mouths with their hands, walked in like this, accompanied by a few officers. In that building.

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"Is the road going smoothly?" The air purifier was on in the room, and the taste was better. A major in charge of receiving these rich men from behind, handed over cigarettes and asked.

"The journey went smoothly, but we found that there are still some demons alive. This is because you haven't cleaned it up?" A nobleman didn't pick up the cigarette handed over by the other party. He walked to a folding stool and sat down and replied.

"No way, most demons will be eliminated in the first time, but some scattered demons, we don't have time to chase after them." The major obviously also knew that there were many living demons behind their defense lines. .

But this is also a situation where there is no way. The number of their regular army is still too small. When attacking millions of demons, it is inevitable that fish will slip through the net.

Those demons who were alone or who did not die by chance will remain, and they will not die immediately, because for these demons, the sea of ​​corpses and blood is simply their paradise.

They can scavenge clothes from the dead devil, and the corpses that do not rot are their food-relying on these they can live for at least a month, and when the corpses are decomposed and deteriorated, the devil's food shortage will appear.

Of course, even if the corpse is decomposed, the devil will not starve to death. They are omnivorous animals. They also eat food and other meats. Anyway, they have too many ways to survive.

"Then we will organize clean-up work, and subsequent troops will also kill these demons when they pass by... However, there will be fish that slip through the net after all, and the rest will need to be handed over to the security forces and your mercenaries. "As the major said, he put away his cigarettes, and sat on a folding chair for himself, enjoying this comfortable time.

The devil's furniture is very simple, and the officers of Ailan Hill will not make those wooden chairs and stools that look greasy.

Therefore, the chairs in this room are portable folding chairs, and some electrical appliances are connected to a diesel generator. The generator that generates electricity is outside the room, and the noise is so loud that everyone can hear it clearly in the room.

"When I came, I heard that these demons can actually be domesticated?" Without answering the words of the major, the nobleman who sat down first renewed a topic that he was very interested in.

The major was taken aback for a moment, as if he had guessed what the other party was really interested in, so he replied: "Yes, they have surrendered, even if we open fire, they don't mean to be mad-demonic civilians, and their soldiers. big difference."

"So, can you... leave some demons as slaves?" The nobleman said as he took out a box of rare cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of it, and handed it to the major.

The major remembered the cigarette he had handed out before, and took the other party’s kindness in a grimace, absently lit the cigarette, and then replied: "I know what you are thinking. As long as the emperor changes his mind, then we will naturally There is no problem."

"I can personally sponsor you 300 tons of supplies...sausages, beer, whatever you want." The merchant offered his price.

"Things are good things, but we have to use them." The major sneered, shook his head and said: "Everyone here has sworn an oath. The emperor's orders here are not in line with God's will. Any difference."

"Well, this time you offer a price-how much money can make you forget your oath?" The noble businessman followed his kindness.

"You have only two ways. One way is to find a way to ask your Majesty to change your mind, and the other way is to change your mind by yourself... If you say more disrespectful words, I will execute you right now." The major lit the game. The expensive cigarettes sneered and reminded the opposite: "This is your majesty's barracks, not your market!"