"Line up! Line up! I mean, you guys, don't you have any discipline at all? Do you know what lining up is?" A young soldier took the trouble to push the crowd and shouted back and forth.
In front of him, the ragged civilians of the Holy Demon Empire were crowded together, and it was impossible to tell that they had once been wealthy and aloof.
Half a year of war has caused them to lose everything. The fertile land was turned into scorched earth by bombs, and the peaceful home was turned into ruins under the roar of cannons.
But none of them can blame them. After all, it was the Holy Demon Empire that started the war. After all, they were the ones who once unscrupulously enslaved those mortals who seemed to have no power to fight back.
Now, karma and retribution are reincarnated, and those oppressed mortals now hold steel guns in their hands and control their own destiny.
"These hungry refugees don't know what order is! If they are allowed to act like this, other teams will soon follow suit..." An officer looked at his comrades beside him and complained with some dissatisfaction.
He was ordered to rescue these desperate refugees, but he was unwilling to do such a bad thing.
When mortals were starving, no one helped them. Now it was the other way around. People in the Magic Empire were starving. Why would he be so active in lending a helping hand?
After hearing the officer's words, the noncommissioned officer next to him picked up his stg-44 assault rifle, pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger.
Abrupt, intensive gunshots suddenly rang out. Everyone stopped pushing and shoving, and the chaotic team fell silent. No one knew what happened or what the sudden gunshots meant.
.
It is impossible to riot, and it is impossible to riot in this life. With so many hungry people, there is no capital for rioting at all. They are just fish and meat at the mercy of others, with no ability to fight back.
"I'll give you a minute! If your team is still in such chaos! The bullets from my next magazine will be swept into your faces!" The sergeant who raised his gun to the sky raised his chin and looked down at the crowd at his feet coldly.
Leng ordered.
As he spoke, he pressed the latch next to him, letting the heavy magazine fall to the ground. Then he calmly took out a new magazine from the ammunition bag on his chest and inserted it into his
In an assault rifle.
Seeing that the crowd had not started to take action, he reached out and pulled the bolt of the gun, making a crisp sound: "You still have 55 seconds!"
The frightened crowd began to move, and everyone began to find their place among each other. After just over 20 seconds, a neat queue formed.
"You still have a way." The officer threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground and stamped it out with his foot: "This thing is addictive when you smoke it. It's really a good thing."
In the past, there was no such thing as cigarettes in Ellandhill, but some among the nobles of Aranthir liked to smoke leaves. With the development of technology, cigarettes began to become popular. Eventually, as the scale of the war continued to expand, it became
Strategic materials, hot commodities in the hands of officers and soldiers.
More and more soldiers and officers began to enjoy this fashionable thing. Anyway, they had money and subsidies, so cigarettes soon became a special supply within the army. Along with candy and alcohol, they became a staple among soldiers.
One of the most popular supplies.
The crowd gradually became more organized, and the efficiency of providing food to these refugees also began to increase significantly. In the distance was the surging water of the St. Runos River, and Ludwig had become a city in Ireland.
In terms of population size, Ludwig can be called a big city in Ireland, but in the eyes of the officers and soldiers of Ireland, this big city does not live up to its name.
They had heard before that this was the second largest city in the Holy Demon Empire and a magnificent magical metropolis with a population of one million.
But now, after the city was occupied by them, they discovered that there was a slight difference between this place and what they imagined. Well, this may be a slightly polite way of saying it, but the difference was actually very obvious.
You know, most of the big cities in Ireland have begun to modernize and develop. Serris City already has new things like the subway, electric lights and telephones have spread to thousands of households, and TV sets have been produced for several generations. Already.
But in the so-called Magic Metropolis in front of us, not to mention high-end products such as televisions, there are even few electric lights. There is only one power plant built by Ireland Hill, and its scale and equipment are still very low...
"My God...what is that..." A surrendering soldier looked at the black dots flying in the distance and shouted in surprise.
Around him, countless soldiers raised their heads and followed the roar of the engines. They all saw a strange-looking aircraft flying towards them.
It was a new H-47 transport helicopter, with a partially welded support of a steel bridge hanging underneath.
Following this helicopter, there was another helicopter of the same model. As time went by, the refugees and surrendered soldiers from the Holy Demon Empire who received food here were surprised to find that there were actually several helicopters of this type. So many crosses.
They flew in from nowhere, and a part of a huge bridge was hoisted under each plane. Then, groups of UH-1 helicopters appeared on the horizon, transporting a large number of engineering and technical personnel.
Immediately afterwards, tank chassis cranes and bulldozers gathered over, and anti-aircraft gun barrels were also raised nearby. The entire river beach area began to become lively. Under everyone's surprised eyes, a bridge began to be destroyed little by little. Welded.
In the afternoon, the refugees from the Holy Demon Empire were still queuing up to receive food, waiting curiously while watching the bridge-building project in Elland Hill.
They never dreamed that the construction speed of Ireland's bridges could be so fast. In just two hours, about one-tenth of a bridge was welded.
Although most of the parts are prefabricated, these engineers can perform the miraculous speed of building a bridgehead in two hours in front of many people. These engineers are also full of achievements.
These soldiers worked hard, and their task was to build this road bridge before tomorrow morning, allowing the 3rd Army to quickly cross the St. Runos River, detour back to the south of Foz City, and threaten the flanks of the Fuz defenders.
At this stage of the war, the Holy Demon Empire has actually collapsed, and there are chaotic refugees and vulnerable armies everywhere. Without organized resistance, it basically poses no threat to Elanhir.
"Look! Mom! Look!" A boy wiped his nose and pointed at the steel bridge in the distance, exclaiming: "Another iron frame has been installed! It's so fast! That flying thing is great
Awesome, more powerful than a dragon!"
As a creature, the dragon cannot carry anything too heavy in the sky. Therefore, these dragon knights cannot be used as transport troops, and their current position becomes increasingly embarrassing.
The dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire can barely be counted as a military unit, while the dragon knights of Ailan Hill basically belong to the category of the police force.
Most of the time they are used as a guard of honor for military parades. Occasionally they perform patrol duties to maintain local security. They are basically the same as the mounted police in modern cities.
Because of this, the number of dragon catalysts in Veronsa has plummeted. In addition to a small amount of supplements to the "mounted police", some are directly supplied to the nobles as pets or food...
After all, the status of the dragon knight in Veronsa has dropped significantly. It is better to just go to the factory to find a magic ball of knowledge. Not only will the production worker have a higher subsidy, he will have more holidays, and even better, he does not have to worry about any dangers.
Beside the boy, a middle-aged man looked down upon everything in front of him. He glanced at the neighbor who had gotten the food and wolfed it down, with a look of disdain on his face.
"Oh, you can eat these mortal foods like this, it's embarrassing!" he muttered dissatisfiedly.
While muttering, he felt that the stomach acid was churning violently in his stomach. This was a kind of protest, a kind of body's instinctive protest against the state of hunger.
He held his stomach, swallowed, and saw a mother and son in front of him taking two bags of instant noodles and a package of cubes with beautifully printed advertisements from the hands of the Airan Hill soldiers.
"These are compressed biscuits, don't eat too much! Eat a little, drink some water, and you will feel full!" The soldier had been explaining the whole afternoon. At this moment, he pointed to the side with a dry mouth.
Team: "Go over there and get clean water! Next!"
The mother and son left the team, and the man named Trembu became the leader. He held his growling stomach and stood in front of a stack of cardboard boxes with his head lowered.
The next second, a pair of hands holding a pack of instant noodles and a pack of compressed biscuits were handed to him: "Take your food and go over there to get purified water!"
The man subconsciously held up those things, and when he saw Jessica's smile printed beautifully on them, he almost threw the things to the ground nervously. Such a seductive beauty, wasted on the wrapping paper like this? Ellen Hill is crazy.
Right? Are you crazy too?
While he stared at the beauty advertisements to vent his dissatisfaction, he continued to mutter arrogantly: "Even if I starve to death or die outside, even if I jump from here, I won't eat any of your food."
Arriving at the end of the line to receive purified water, he smelled the faint aroma of compressed biscuits. He swallowed subconsciously, then carefully opened the wrapping paper with Jessica's smiling face, and took a firm bite of the compressed biscuit.
, so fragrant——
Long Ling got up and wrote another chapter... Well, here are the ten chapters, I hope you all enjoy it...
