"You should divide different areas...Magicians should not receive relief supplies together with civilians..." A young man in a magic robe stood next to the soldiers distributing rations and persuaded them earnestly.
The soldier held the population statistics form under his arm and glanced impatiently at the idiot who had been nagging here since morning: "Get out of here! If you keep talking nonsense, I will blow your head off! Distinguished magician! Damn it!"
The young magician's face turned red from the series of swear words, but he couldn't hold back anything else for a while.
Because he really didn't dare to go too far. After all, the people standing around him were real Airan Hill soldiers with assault rifles.
These soldiers have a natural psychological advantage. They fought from Veronsa to the Holy Demon Empire, then from the Holy Demon Empire to the Eternal Empire, and then from the Eternal Empire to the Puppet Empire, all the way to Bulklan here and now.
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Thousands of troops from the puppet empire did not stop Elansil from moving south. How could the remaining defeated soldiers dare to disobey?
If they had the courage to fight on, they wouldn't surrender, right?
The soldiers' scoldings attracted the favor of many civilians in the Puppet Empire. Not everyone in the Puppet Empire has magical talents. Of course there are civilians here, but they have always lived under the oppression of magicians.
Now, those high-ranking magicians seem to have no privileges. They can only queue up with the common people to get those expired Bude pickles that taste very good.
Today's Bude pickles are no longer a rare good thing, because the military still stores many pickles that are about to expire or have expired for a while. In the end, Bulkland's relief supplies became an expired food war.
Delivery.
"This is our local tradition..." The magician, who did not dare to be arrogant anymore, lowered his voice and defended in a low voice.
He did not continue to make noise, so the soldiers of Elanthir did not pay attention to this chattering fool.
In the third hour after the occupation of Bourkeland, the military's food supplies were delivered outside the city. The residents of Bourkeland, who had been impoverished by the war, finally had new hope for themselves at this moment.
The Bulklan people who got the food quickly became as obedient as sheep. They had long since stopped wanting to fight, and it was really lucky for them to be alive to see the end of the war.
As for the arrogance of magicians... then let the magicians be arrogant. Although Ailan Hill no longer emphasizes the difference between magicians and mortals, the gap between the two sides is still deep-rooted.
It is estimated that at least until the end of the Demon War, this gap will gradually fade and eventually disappear.
On the Ailan Hill armored vehicle maintaining security in the distance, the commander, who was fully armed and wearing a bulletproof vest, leaned on the turret hatch and looked down at some people wearing magician robes who lowered their heads to him as they passed by the armored vehicle.
salute.
For this country, the war has broken their backbone. Continuous defeats have shattered the self-esteem of most people, and the few remaining people...now have no way to express their stubbornness and courage.
In another neighborhood filled with gunpowder smoke, the soldiers of Eiland Hill were holding weapons. They were obviously not as friendly as the soldiers just now.
These soldiers had just annihilated a group of puppet imperial magicians who wanted to resist. They formed a line of defense on the streets. Finally, armored vehicles and helicopters joined the battle circle, and the battle ended quickly.
About 200 magicians and stubborn city guards were surrounded and annihilated in the streets and alleys. Several surrounding buildings collapsed, and the ground was full of corpses of people wearing armor and magician robes.
"Let Captain Hills come over! Organize 10 clearing troops and investigate along this block!" A colonel jumped out of the jeep, glanced at his wounded soldiers lying on the stretchers, and ordered loudly.
He pointed at the building in the distance, and his words were full of anger: "Break open every door and question everyone! Tell them that if there is any resistance again, I will block the entire block and then launch fire into it."
100 rockets! Then I will personally carry a pistol and kill the survivors one by one, even the dogs will not be spared! Do you understand?"
"Yes! Colonel!" An officer in charge of the scene stood at attention and saluted, then turned around to assign the task: "Assemble the team! Replenish ammunition! Move faster!"
As he shouted, groups of soldiers began to gather with weapons in hand. The engines of helicopters hovering overhead roared, mixed with the cries of some civilians.
At the centipede head of Bulklan Centipede City, which is the current center of the city, at the foot of the tall magic tower, the hatches of the newly parked Ailandhir armored vehicles were pushed open from the inside, and a heavily armed soldier appeared.
Then one filed out.
They lined up in front of this majestic magic tower, holding weapons and waiting for further instructions. After all the soldiers were in place, the commander's shout rang out in their earphones: "Start action!"
All the soldiers stepped forward almost at the same time, rushing towards the building in front of them with weapons in hand.
Scattered documents were everywhere inside, and the seats had fallen to the ground. It was obvious that the place had been ransacked by many people before the arrival of Eiland Hill's troops.
One door after another, the doors were smashed open with gun butts. In the buildings that had long since lost their former splendor, the former glory of the Magic Empire could still be vaguely seen.
The carved beams and paintings on the walls are exquisite, but because they have not been repaired and cleaned for several months, dilapidated cracks can be seen in many places.
The stone pillars carved with beautiful patterns made the entire hall full of momentum, but the candles in the hall had been extinguished, and the sunlight shone into the dim hall through the not-so-wide windows, making the place not look very sacred.
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"Everything that makes money here has been taken away. The city guards have been disbanded. You are late." A magician who was holding a book and reading raised his head and looked at the Ailan Hill soldiers in front of him.
He said calmly: "For the sake of the Creator God, everything here is important historical research data, please do not destroy it at will."
"No problem, after we destroy this place, we won't set it on fire." An officer from Ailan Hill came in. While taking off his white gloves, he looked down at the other party and said: "Search everything here! Don't even bother with flies.
Let it go!”
"Be careful...that is a great work painted by Master Levins himself 600 years ago..." The magician warned when he saw a soldier walking to the wall and looking at the paintings.
Then, he saw in despair that the soldier pressed a self-adhesive sticker on the exquisite painting. On the sticker, it was written in bold letters: "National Property of Ireland".
"Well... you succeeded in making it worthless." The magician let out a breath and shook his head helplessly.
"This place is worthless to begin with, sir." The officer who had been standing beside him put his white gloves into his pocket and said with a sneer: "The glory built by exploiting mortals is only filled with blood and bones.
, I don’t see any beauty in it.”
"..." The magician choked, and in the end he could only shake his head and gave up his intention to argue.
As a result, before he could adjust his mentality, the heavy book in his arms was snatched away by an Airan Hill soldier, pressed on the table, and pasted with an equally dazzling sticker.
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"My mission has been completed, and now this place belongs to you!" With a helpless sigh, the magician pointed to several gates in the distance: "The one on the left is for the garden. After the garden is the warehouse, and there are already
It was evacuated. On the other side is the conference room and dining room, and on the other side are the servants' dormitories, the city guard barracks... By the way, the iron door over there is the dungeon, and the key is... okay,
You've already smashed it open, it seems you don't need the key."
The officer of Eiland Hill laughed when he heard his introduction, and said while laughing: "You are very interesting, don't leave in a hurry, show me around here."
In the distance, a group of soldiers were counting the chairs and furniture in the hall. Further away, the soldiers had dispersed and began to check what was left in each room.
This place was once a holy land in the eyes of magicians, and the great consul wanted to make a pilgrimage here even if he gave up his empire of saints and demons.
But now, the soldiers of Eiland Hill are coming in and out here, and they even complain that the lighting here is too bad, even worse than their home far away in Eiland Hill.
The tall magic tower naturally has a spiral staircase that reaches the sky. When soldiers carrying weapons and leather boots climbed up the stairs, the sound of kicking and tapping echoed throughout the empty magic tower.
They didn't meet many people. Occasionally, they could see magicians who couldn't bear to leave, guarding a certain corner. The other party had no intention of fighting. They just reminded these Ailan Hill soldiers who were already the masters of this place with infinite nostalgia, begging them.
Protect these once world-famous places as much as possible.
Of course, some people will follow their advice, and some people will vent their pent-up hatred.
Ten minutes later, the Airan Hill soldiers climbed to the highest room of the magic tower where Travish worked, and spread out a huge black eagle flag at the window of the magic tower that reached the sky.
Then, all the Airan Hill soldiers in the city began to cheer for the eagle flag selflessly. It was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami that did not dissipate for a long time.
Amidst the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami, an Airan Hill soldier ran up behind the officer responsible for commanding the occupation of this magic tower. He stood at attention and saluted breathlessly, and lowered his voice and reported: "Sir... your best
