Eight Hundred and Sixty-Two because Why

The places where the attacking Alan Hill troops passed by were basically in ruins. The Norma Empire was not a good line of communication, because of the attack of the Rod of the Gods, all of them were scrapped.

The entire road is broken and cracked, making it nearly impassable except for off-road vehicles. The engineers of Alan Hill are desperately rushing to repair the road, so that they have become the busiest troops in this war.

There are a total of more than 30 cities attacked by the Rod of the Gods, and most of these cities have been destroyed by more than one third. Although it is a small model of the Rod of the Gods, its lethality is not much worse than that of a nuclear bomb.

Arriving at the hinterland of the Norma Empire, looking around, it is full of desolation in the last days. The vegetation on the wilderness is crumbling, and the forests are destroyed. Beside the collapsed house, those who were lucky enough to survive were sitting on the stone in despair, watching the Alan Hill troops passing by with numb eyes.

After the troops on the border were wiped out, the resistance of the Norma Empire completely lost its organization. Small groups of troops sneaked in from time to time, but the organized troops no longer existed.

On the runway full of cracks, there are still transport planes and passenger planes with damaged landing gear. These planes are all owned by Norma Airlines. At its peak, the company had more than 230 planes of various types.

Like other magical empires, the Norma Empire and the Alan Hill Empire had a fairly long honeymoon period. The Norma Empire exported magic spar and other minerals in exchange for a lot of equipment produced by Alan Hill.

Therefore, there are actually many modern infrastructures and many valuable factories in the Norma Empire.

For example, the iron and steel plant built by the Norma Empire, which has been in operation for more than a year, is quite large-it has an annual production capacity of 5 million tons of steel, making up for the Serious shortage of production.

Now, this factory located in the northern part of the Norma Empire, which symbolized the friendship between the two countries at that time, is now completely damaged and paralyzed by the vibration, standing there quietly, no longer making any sound.

You know, only half a month ago, the chimneys here were still billowing with thick smoke, and the factory equipment was still making noise due to work.

In the city not far to the north of the factory, the towering city walls have completely collapsed, the ground is cracked due to the earthquake, and there are collapsed buildings everywhere. There is no way to stop crying.

When the troops of the Alan Hill Empire entered the strike range of the God's Staff, the dust here had almost fallen back. Although the air is still not very fresh, at least it will not suffocate people to death.

The dusty locals buried the bodies of their relatives with tears. They rummaged through the ruins. They were all in tattered clothes and their faces were pitch black. It was impossible to see their expressions clearly.

They numbly watched the tanks of the Alan Hill Empire pass by them, and watched the grenadiers of Alan Hill pass in front of them numbly, not even willing to make a sound.

These civilians who survived by luck just wept silently, carrying the things in their hands, looking for the bodies of their relatives or friends.

It was as if the soul of this country had died the moment the celestial rod began to attack.

Silence, irritating silence, irritating silence, despairing silence...

Until the engineering soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire and the subsequent rescue team that entered the Norma Empire appeared, these local talents finally realized that this cruel war was over for them. The land has a new owner.

"Why...why did you use such a terrible weapon...we didn't do anything wrong..." An old man leaned against a collapsed wall,

Shouted to the Ellanhill engineers who helped carry the stones.

There was a cry in his voice, and the engineers and soldiers of Alan Hill didn't answer him. They were just ordered to come here to clean up the wreckage and prepare everything for post-war rebuilding.

Two transport planes flew in the sky, and when they passed the city, they dropped some things. The parachute opened quickly, like a blooming flower in the sky.

For two days in a row, these planes passed by and dropped the same thing. The local people know that this is their moment of happiness...

In order to allow the local surviving people to survive, Alan Hill consciously began to distribute some living supplies to the fringe areas that were hit.

In the boxes under these parachutes, there are tents, instant noodles and mineral water, which can make a living for many people nearby.

As for whether someone will snatch it, whether someone will occupy it, or even whether there will be a fire of reinforcement materials, this is not considered by the Alan Hill military.

The parachute descended slowly, and the nearby survivors had already gathered. They raised their heads and waited for the airdrop box, which represented luck, to get closer to the ground, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Why... why did you use such a terrible weapon? We didn't do anything wrong!" The old man was still repeating the same question by the wall, but still no one answered him.

"Abiding by the laws of Elland Hill, killing, stealing, molesting women..." An armored vehicle with horns on it jolted forward and slowly moved forward among the ruins, passing survivors who were dividing up food and tents.

A few Alan Hill soldiers with weapons on their backs were smoking while looking at the survivors who were distributing things. They didn't need to grab these things. After all, the various foods provided by the army were much more delicious than the instant noodles dropped by air .

Although they often complain that the energy food in the army is terrible, but let them recall the mustard and instant noodles that they ate during the march and war, and they will only scream more miserable.

Not far away, a bulldozer is tearing down some unusable walls. The city is being rebuilt on the ruins, and the rebuilt city has a brand new name called Garson.

The iron ore mine here will be rebuilt, the steel production here will be expanded, everything here will be revived, and every living person will continue to live here happily.

"Why... why did you use such a terrible weapon? We didn't do anything wrong!" The old man was still repeating the same question by the wall.

This time, someone answered him. It was an officer who happened to pass by. He stopped and looked at the old man: "Because, the Norma Empire was wrong! As Norma people, you can only endure suffering."