"Is it wrong to let the heavy armored grenadiers directly under our division headquarters carry out such a simple task?"
"Shut up! The order from above is for us to take all the people on the list to the designated place! There can be no trouble or problems! Be prepared! Stop talking nonsense!" The commander looked at his watch and then jolted
The shaking car stopped on the side of a street in a city.
These black armored vehicles with the eagle emblem painted on them are taboo for people in Briburn. Many civilians here have horrific memories of this emblem.
Back then, when they were still the Balmeshir Empire, when their lives were still very peaceful, it was the warships flying this flag that proved one thing to the people here on the sea: the war has begun.
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That year, Admiral Lawns led the main force of the Irish Empire's naval fleet southward, and easily plundered Paston and Briburn. Even Shakeburn further south could not escape the fate.
At that time, the black golden eagle flag was no different from the pirate flag in the hearts of the coastal residents of these southern regions.
General Lawns led his troops and often went ashore to plunder and evacuate entire cities of their wealth.
Regardless of whether it is Paston or Briburn, tall and thick cities cannot stop steel battleships at all. The navy of the Eilanhill Empire does whatever they want in these places, and even occupied these cities at one time.
It's a pity that Ailan Hill was not able to occupy these cities all the time. When the devil came, Ailan Hill only transported away some civilians who could be transported away, leaving behind all the old local nobles and those who were unwilling to leave.
In situ.
A disaster began, and the corpses of massacred humans piled up like mountains. Until now, neither the Bameshir Empire nor the Southern Kingdom has recovered from the disaster.
Therefore, when this armored vehicle parked on the roadside, the eyes of the passing civilians were full of anxiety and uneasiness, as well as hostility and sadness.
Then, they saw the heavy armored grenadiers of Eiland Hill carrying large-caliber automatic rifles filing out of the armored vehicles and stretching out their tall figures in the open space.
Grenadiers from the Eilanhir Empire are rarely seen in the city. There has not been a formal appointment of a consul here, so there are very few police and other personnel to maintain security. Most of the time, the city guards are still here to maintain it.
law and order.
Naturally, those old city guards who took the money of the old nobles basically became the private guards of these noble plutocrats. Under normal circumstances, they were mainly deployed in the old city lord's palace and other noble houses.
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Now, these city guard soldiers wearing long swords saw several soldiers wearing powered exoskeletons walking towards them.
"Sir! This is the residence of Count Herman. What do you want here?" A city guard officer wearing armor who looked like a captain walked up to the armored grenadiers of the Eilanhill Empire.
In front of me, I opened my mouth to ask about the situation.
"Back up! Get out of the way!" A heavy-armored grenadier didn't mean any explanation. He directly stretched out a hand and pushed forward, signaling the other party to step back immediately: "The Airanhill Empire Army is on a mission, please.
You keep a safe distance!”
Following his words, the black muzzle was pointed at the opponent. Seeing this posture, the commander of the city guard also knew that this matter was not something that a small person like him could solve.
So he could only retreat, and then made a gesture to his men to get out of the way. The soldiers carrying spears and wearing inferior leather armor hurriedly avoided the heavy armored grenadiers of Eilandhir and advanced.
road.
For them, these soldiers in front of them are real soldiers. The confident temperament they exude and the power they have over others are things that they, the militiamen, will never have in this life.
"Stay alert! If anyone resists, open fire immediately!" As he passed by the panicked city guards, the platoon leader of the Eilandhill Grenadier did not hesitate at all. He ordered in a voice that anyone could hear.
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After hearing his order, these frightened city guard soldiers subconsciously took two steps back to the outside.
"Hmph...are they considered soldiers?" A platoon medical soldier with a red cross on his arm glanced at the retreating quails with contempt and sneered.
After hearing this comment or ridicule, these city guards all avoided their gazes, not wanting to prove themselves at all - and they really had no need to prove themselves, because they were just a group of bullies.
Just a coward.
"This is a private manor! You don't..." Before the butler who opened the manor's door could finish his words, he was pushed aside by an arm with a thick powered exoskeleton.
He staggered, and when he finally regained his balance, he saw these heavy armored grenadiers, who were more than two meters tall, walking into this extremely luxurious manor one by one.
"You, what do you want to do? This is Count Herman's manor!" The old butler's voice trembled as he scolded the intruding Eiland Hill Grenadier.
Another soldier who walked into the manor stopped, turned around and looked down at the plump butler, and spoke again, warning in a solemn voice: "The Irish Imperial Army is on a mission, please keep a safe distance! Back away!
!I only say it once!”
"..." Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the plump old butler could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and no longer dared to make any provocative sound.
This is the real God of Killing. If they are executing orders, they can really fire at will - even if they kill someone, they can only let it go.
In a sense, or to describe it from a certain angle, these grenadiers of the Eilanhill Empire are more unreasonable than any nobles: nobles must have a reason to kill, to save some face.
Kungfu, but these people shoot, there is no need to explain to anyone...
As a result, these grenadiers wearing powered exoskeletons rushed into the building in the center of the manor and lifted out the famous Count Hermann like a chicken.
In full view of everyone, Count Hermann was stuffed into the armored vehicle, and then the black armored vehicle stretched away and disappeared at the end of the street.
It was only at this time that the city guard officer protecting the count's manor dared to walk to the door of the manor and ask a few symbolic questions.
The butler was very polite, and with an attitude that was a million times more arrogant than before, he said something that he really didn't dare to say just now: "Get out!"
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Tomorrow Long Ling will go to the hospital for a review and let me know in advance that if it is almost fine, updates will be resumed soon.
