My Empire

"Mom, who are those..." A young boy holding a lollipop imported from the Norma Empire in his hand, pointing to the soldiers passing by in a long line on the street, asked his mother.

"Shhh!" The mother hurriedly covered her child's mouth, then put the child in her arms, lowered her voice and exclaimed: "Shut up! Don't finger those people! Obedient, don't point!"

One of the soldiers saw the child pointing at him and walked out of the queue.

Seeing someone leaving the queue, the whole queue stopped. These soldiers have black-lacquered automatic rifles hanging on their chests, and a big 3 is written on the side of their helmets, and there is a hollow golden eagle behind the 3.

Every soldier wears a black tactical vest, with communication equipment, smoke bombs and other equipment hanging on the vest.

These soldiers watched their companions approach the mother and son, and some of them cracked their mouths and gave out smiles that they didn't know what they meant.

For them, this world is backward, barbaric, or incompatible with their beliefs.

This was originally a magical world isolated from the rest of the world. Most of the aborigines who lived here had some magical talents.

Of course, originally, before the end of the war, it was the magicians who ruled here, those high-level magicians.

But now, when these mortals pass by here, everyone must step aside in awe.

After all, they are law enforcement officers belonging to the 3rd Army Group. They are responsible for patrolling here, maintaining law and order here, and even having the right to deal with any emergencies and deal with anyone they think is illegal or suspicious.

Originally, they did not make people here fear like a giant dragon, but when they raised their weapon and ordered a magician to stop using magic, the other party did not follow their orders and was beaten into a sieve. It has become the most stressful existence here.

The new puppet empire did not deal with these outsiders who killed the magician, and even the family of the deceased did not even give an account.

The aboriginal magician who was killed was treated as the remnants of the puppet empire. He died in vain, no matter whether he was really the remnant of the puppet empire, he took his own life in vain anyway.

Then, after this happened, another magician attacked the patrol of the 3rd Army Group, and a magician killed two soldiers of the patrol.

A few minutes later, an army of magicians and mortal soldiers occupied the entire block. More than two dozen magicians and local aboriginals who can't do magic were arrested in the street, and the magician who used magic to attack and patrol was directly killed...

After that, no one would dare to disobey these mortal soldiers who are actually not strong in fighting power, but are really unprovoking.

Even if they go out alone and don't carry weapons, few locals dare to look at these weird strangers in strange costumes with their straight eyes.

"Kid, it’s not so good to eat sweets so much. It’s easy to gain weight." This soldier of the 3rd Army Group of Ailan Hill is about 30 years old. He walked up to the mother and daughter and looked down at the two. Aboriginal.

"My lord...they have no malice...this is just a child." A local magician boldly wanted to save the mother and daughter, and walked up to explain.

"Stay back!" The Ailan Hill soldier raised his arm without even lifting his head, spread his palm and made a forbidden gesture.

The magician hurriedly spread his hands and raised them slightly, made a move that I didn't have any malicious intentions, and carefully stepped back.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." The mother, who felt that she was definitely dead soon, hugged her child, sobbing and apologizing. She felt that she was really unlucky, and she went out with her children today, and even got caught up with such a group of terrible demons.

"If you eat too much, you will get tooth decay." With a playful expression, the soldier looked back at his team, looked at the comrades with ak-47 assault rifles on their chests, and made a smirk. .

As a result, the atmosphere of the whole team became more cheerful. They like to molest the aloof magicians so much. This is a show they like very much during their patrols.

"But I like you! You are a very cute kid." The soldier rubbed the child's head with his hands, making his hair even more messy: "Look, what is this."

He digs out a piece of candy from his pocket, with the small lettering made by Ailan Hill printed on it. This kind of candy cannot be eaten in the new puppet empire, and their country does not have the foreign exchange reserves to import the candy produced by Ailan Hill...

Even in the Norma Empire, Ailan Hill's candy is a luxury. Many nobles in the magician can only eat a candy like this occasionally-after all, any thing, as long as the origin is from Ailan Hill, the price is not cheap.

"Promise me to listen to my mother, okay?" He looked down at the little child and asked, "Can you pray?"

"Ah? Ah... he won't, I will..." the child's mother hurriedly mentioned her child and replied, for fear that her child would be taken away because of this.

The soldier didn't seem to hear the child's mother, and continued to order: "Pray for our Emperor...Be more religious."

"The gods will bless the great Emperor Ellenhill, my lord...the gods bless Ellenhill." The woman remembered the life-saving vocabulary that she had never believed, but repeatedly recited, and hurriedly read it tremblingly. Tao.

The soldier raised his head and glanced at the magician who was standing not far away and holding his hands high. He held his chin up and showed a dismissive expression: "Yes, thank you."

Then he turned around and walked back to his team. These soldiers with weapons and live ammunition took their own steps along the vegetable market. Wherever they went, everyone evaded one after another, as if there was something like a plague on their bodies.

"These bastards!" Seeing the soldiers of Ailan Hill walk away, the magician who still didn't dare to put down his hands gritted his teeth.

"This is power." Another magician looked at the soldiers in the distance and said with emotion: "These soldiers want us to hate them more than let us love them...just like what we did a few years ago. "

After a pause, he covered his face with the brim of the magician's hat and continued: "This tastes uncomfortable, so... remember today's shame, brother."

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Long Ling has been uncomfortable for a day today and feels uncomfortable, so he will start to make changes tomorrow. Everyone has been waiting for a long time, sorry.