"No one? That's great." The grenadier officer of the Eilanhill Empire sneered, then pressed the radio communication device on his shoulder and ordered: "Hello? See that guy over there?
Is it an abandoned building with no windows?”
"I see it!" A clear voice with almost no current interference came from the earphones.
"Aim the main gun at the building over there and destroy it!" the grenadier officer issued an order to fire.
Then, behind everyone, on the armored vehicle that had been repainted with digital camouflage, the turret seemed to have a soul and began to rotate instantly.
The next second, the new 35 mm caliber rapid-fire cannon on the turret spit out tongues of fire. The blazing flames, coupled with the deafening clicking sound, suddenly made all the civilians shrink their necks.
In the horrified eyes of the people, that terrifying, strange-looking chariot that looked very solid spewed out an astonishing tongue of fire, and the dazzling light that was as sharp as a long sword rushed across, beating the abandoned building on the far side.
Light smoke was coming out.
This new type of machine cannon, which can pour hundreds of rounds of artillery shells in one minute, is really overkill and overqualified to use it to attack such unreinforced house-type bunkers.
In a matter of seconds, the densely packed tracer bullets acted like a cutting machine. An entire wall was riddled with holes, and it finally collapsed under the load.
Immediately afterwards, the roof lost its center of gravity and tilted down, hitting the collapsed wall and splashing more dust.
The armored vehicle that opened fire had no intention of stopping. It continued to pour its shells until the building was completely reduced to rubble, and then it finally stopped.
While everyone was dumbfounded, the Imperial Grenadier officer who ordered the firing fired a magazine of bullets into the sky. After attracting everyone's attention, he shouted: "Does anyone else have any questions?
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Obviously, everyone has no problem now. After all, seeing a building destroyed by modern automatic weapons is a very shocking thing. It is impossible for these poor people who have never seen the world to have the courage to continue asking questions.
.Even, they can no longer remember where their courage came from before.
Seeing these civilians who were no different from quails, the grenadier officer of the Eilanhill Empire spat at his feet contemptuously and asked sarcastically: "Do we still need to use drugs to control you?
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In fact, almost all civilians cannot resist when faced with modern automatic weapons.
This is not because of something like courage, but because whether they resist or not, the outcome cannot be decided by themselves.
At this time, what we can hope for is the quality of the other party, that is, the kindness or compassion of the strong person.
If the strong do not have these, then massacre or enslavement is simply inevitable: just like the Indians in North America, their resistance did not bring about any changes to them, their numbers were also weakened, and not all those who survived
Beneficiaries of resistance.
So, how happy it is to have a strong motherland...
The commander looked down at the civilians at his feet, full of contempt for their previous lack of cooperation. He cleared his throat and continued to question loudly: "Look at yourselves! Do you deserve it? I want you to be slaves.
Need to deceive you?"
"Kneel down! Kneel down, everyone!"
At his order, all the civilians quickly knelt down. They did not dare to disobey this order, for fear that the murderous high-ranking official standing on the high platform would order the terrifying armored monster to open fire and massacre them.
"You guys... still need drugs to control you? How ridiculous!" He fiddled with the body of the city guard officer at his feet and found a place with less bloodstains to stand again.
He raised his head and looked at the civilians kneeling on the ground, feeling that they were so similar to his former self.
These people are also submissive and do not know who their savior is. It may be thousands of times more difficult to let them distinguish right from wrong than to let them die.
"My order is very simple! You maintain order on your own, and then follow our arrangements! Everyone must be vaccinated against the plague!" He pressed the gun with one hand and shouted loudly to these poor people who were at a loss what to do.
road.
"If someone misses, they will die! If someone resists, they will die! If someone escapes, they will die! If you mess around, we will kill you and go to the next village to perform the same task!" He said in succession!
The many words of death made the people below even more frightened when they heard it.
After uttering a series of words about death, he continued: "Use your uncivilized brains and think about it carefully. Did the previous slave owners enslave you to work and give you wages?"
"When those nobles and city lords oppressed you, did they give you justice and reason?" He didn't hear anyone's rebuttal, so he just wanted to continue talking to himself. Computer version::/
There was still no rebuttal, so he continued: "If we want you to work, if we want you to work, do we need to give you a good look? Do we need to pay you? Do we need to reason with you?"
Anyway, no matter what he says now, it is unlikely that anyone will question it: Who dares to question this vicious high-ranking official of Elanthir next to the corpses and collapsed buildings here?
As for how big this senior officer is, whether a second lieutenant is an officer, and whether he needs to be called "sir", no one has even thought about it.
"Now, start execution immediately!" The officer of the Eilanhill Imperial Grenadier looked at his watch and ordered loudly.
Then, under the black muzzle of the gun, no matter how reluctant they were, these civilians had to start to adjust their formation, and one by one walked towards the much kinder-looking Irish Grenadier unit.
Medic.
Soon, the first civilian who received the vaccine from the medics of the Airanhill Grenadier Unit covered her painful arm and walked to the second position where she was required to stay.
The soldier in this position was a young man. He handed the woman a piece of fresh bread without saying a word.
Then, after seeing this piece of bread, the crowd behind them instantly became commotion. No matter how much the city guard officer boasted about Count Hermann's great achievements, he still couldn't intuitively see the actual bread.
The woman was obviously stunned. She subconsciously took out the two copper coins she had just picked up from her tattered clothes and wanted to hand them to the young soldiers who were distributing bread.
But the young soldier didn't mean to ask for money. He just waved his hand impatiently and motioned for the woman to quickly take her things and move forward.
To him, the women who charge fees in Dosenal City are obviously much cleaner than the one in front of him... At least the women over there have health certificates for regular check-ups. The village women here probably don't have that kind of thing.
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Here, as a young man, he felt the gap between people for the first time. The gap was so huge that it was impossible to look directly at it.
At this moment, he, who had become a true love of Lanthil, finally felt a little bit of the condescending feeling that magicians had when they looked down on mortals.
"No money...they don't want money! Oh God! As long as they give me enough food, they control me, and I admit it!" The old man following the peasant woman felt like he had been injected with a vaccine just now.
His arm was burning with pain, but at this moment he forgot about the pain and shouted excitedly.
This is really good bread. Although it is produced in Dosenal, and although there may be a little too many preservatives in it, it is indeed bread, it is indeed edible, and it is delicious bread!
After hearing what the old man said and seeing that the old man had indeed received the light yellow bread that seemed to shine like wheat ears, there was only a sound of swallowing in the crowd behind him.
Seeing those obedient civilians operating according to his instructions, the commander of the Eiland Hill Grenadier continued with satisfaction: "The order given by above is for us to treat the labor force that has been treated and can move on their own.
We all gather together and work for relief, allowing you to participate in building roads and cultivating the land to obtain food and other rewards."
"There are about three hundred people who can move in the village now. If we want to talk about work, there are only about a hundred or so people who can participate." He took a rough look at the figures of these slender refugees and made an estimate.
number.
In the eyes of people who were full of hope like a pilgrim, he paused and continued: "Those who are willing to participate can receive more bread! As long as you are willing to participate! You can get more rewards! It can be bread,
It can also be medicines or other daily necessities!"
The woman who had received her salary was brave enough to raise her hand and tentatively asked a question that she cared about very much: "I...I can work...but, I'm not as good as a man...I can't do heavy work...
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The officer of the Airanhill Empire smiled, and the smile on his face became no longer cold. He shouted loudly to everyone: "There are many jobs, and building roads is just one of them! Let those who can't do heavy work let those who can move
People come to distribute food, and those who can work go directly to the entrance of the village to level the land!"
"Women can also help take care of patients and injuries, and can also help with cooking or other things! As long as you are willing to work, you can get food! I keep my word!" He said in a different tone from the last time.
He made a sentence that was no longer annoying: "I said, if I want you to work, do you still need to use drugs to control you?"