In Devil City No. 40, on the streets where the gunpowder smoke has not cleared, a military sprinkler truck is spraying disinfectant with a strong smell.
Because the sealing devices on their bodies were working, the heavy armored grenadiers did not dodge at all. They looked at the passing water trucks and looked at the Type 99 main battle tanks with minced meat on their belts while talking and laughing.
The tank passed in front of him.
The "battle" just now made the place quiet. Burlison and his team will leave here in an hour, and now they are enjoying their moment of tranquility.
On the incomplete city wall, the corpses of demon soldiers were being thrown into the corner one after another. Some demon flags with bullet holes on them were also knocked down and thrown down.
Trucks distributing ammunition were parked one after another in the city's squares, where black golden eagle flags had been hung on some buildings riddled with bullet holes.
Around the fountain that has stopped spraying water for a long time is a food distribution point that has just been established. You can get canned food and packaged bread there. After all, people don't step on corpses to make hot food in this place.
Burlison had just gone to the battalion headquarters for a meeting and brought back the corresponding combat tasks. He looked at his men who were resting, opened the task panel, and distributed the task documents to all his soldiers.
"People from the 2nd Regiment will pass through here soon, followed by the division headquarters and corresponding logistics vehicles. A headquarters will probably be established here, so we need to continue to attack about 20 kilometers forward to establish a safe zone!"
"The combat mission is this. We need to establish a forward position on the other side of the forest confirmed by the reconnaissance plane."
"Other companies are in charge of our left wing, and they will establish support points on the plain. Our main task is to clear the entire forest and then set up defenses on the edge!"
"Behind us is the battalion's artillery. Four M109 self-propelled howitzers reinforced for us will cover our entire battalion's defense line in the forest."
"If you find a hiding demon, open fire immediately. If you find a demon soldier, open fire immediately... Well, if you find any target that does not identify friend or foe, open fire immediately!" After he said the last sentence, he saw a car that was not a convertible.
The jeep drove along the road into the city.
"Hey, isn't it a military vehicle?" Burlison saw the license plate and was obviously startled. Of course he knew that many businessmen would come to the front line to take over the land that had been sold or mortgaged to them, but he didn't expect these people to come.
It will be so fast.
The car stopped in front of a well-preserved house, and the door was pushed open from the inside. Two nobles in decent clothes, covering their mouths with their hands, walked in accompanied by several officers.
into that building.
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"The journey here went smoothly?" The air purifier was turned on in the room, and the smell was somewhat better. A major in charge of the room was responsible for receiving these wealthy people coming from behind, and asked after handing over cigarettes.
"The journey went smoothly, but we found that there are still some demons alive. Does this mean you didn't clean them up?" A nobleman did not take the cigarette handed to him, walked to a folding stool, sat down and replied.
"There is no way, most of the demons will be eliminated in the first time, but we don't have time to hunt down some scattered demons." The major obviously also knew that there were many living demons behind their defense line.
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But this is also a situation where there is no solution. The number of their regular army is still too small. When attacking millions of demons, it is inevitable that something will slip through the net.
Those demons who are alone, or those who are lucky enough not to die, will remain, and they will not die immediately, because for these demons, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are simply their paradise.
They can plunder clothes from dead demons, and the non-rotted corpses are their food - they can live for at least a month on these. When the corpses are all rotten and spoiled, the demons will have a food shortage.
Of course, even if the corpses are rotten, demons will not starve to death. They are omnivorous animals. They also eat grains and other meats. Anyway, they have too many ways to survive.
"We will then organize the cleanup work, and the subsequent troops will also kill these demons when they pass by... However, there will eventually be fish that slip through the net, and the rest will need to be handed over to the security forces and your mercenaries.
"The major said as he put away his cigarette and sat on a folding chair, enjoying the comfortable time.
The devil's furniture is very simple, and the officers of Elanthir will not make those wooden chairs and stools that look oily.
Therefore, the chairs in this room are all 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 it can be heard clearly in the room.
"When I came here, I heard that these demons can actually be tamed?" Without answering the major's words, the noble who sat down first started a new topic, one that he was very interested in.
The major was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have guessed what the other party was really interested in, so he replied: "Yes, they have surrendered before. Even if we open fire, they have no intention of being crazy - the devil's civilians and their soldiers
The difference is huge.”
"Then, can you... keep some demons as slaves?" The noble said as he took out a box of rare cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and handed it to the major.
The major remembered the cigarette he handed over before, accepted the other party's kindness angrily, lit the cigarette absent-mindedly, and then replied: "I know what you are thinking. As long as His Majesty the Emperor changes his mind, then we will naturally
There is no problem.”
"I can privately sponsor you 300 tons of supplies... sausages, beer, whatever you want." The businessman offered his own price.
"Things are good things, but we have to live to use them." The major sneered, shook his head and said: "Everyone here has sworn that His Majesty the Emperor's orders here have nothing to do with God's will.
Any difference."
"Okay, this time you ask for a price - how much will it cost to make you forget your oath?" The noble businessman complied.
"You have only two ways. One way is to find a way to ask His Majesty the Emperor to change his mind. The other way is to change your mind yourself... If you say one more disrespectful word, I will execute you now." The major played with the lit gun.
Luxury cigarettes, he sneered and reminded the other side: "This is His Majesty's military camp, not your market!"