Eight Hundred and Sixty-Three Saliva

"Stop firing!" Raising his arm, looking at the ragged demon civilians in front of him, the officer of Alan Hill frowned and looked at the temporary information on the screen on his wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?" The officer swiped his finger on the touch screen twice, and then looked at his deputy: "Did you also see the order?"

His deputy, the deputy company commander of this company, nodded and answered his question: "Yes, I have also received an order. This is a temporary order issued by the frontline headquarters, ordering us to take 10,000 to 20,000 prisoners. a demon..."

"Don't you want to take prisoners?" The officer looked at his subordinates and complained, "Don't shoot! We have received a new order to capture these demons...Damn it, what a ghost. This order, change Is it fun to change back and forth?"

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I... I was ordered... I was ordered to hand over these prisoners... They are all civilians... not aggressive..." A demon officer walked up cautiously with his hands raised up. The front of the line.

In the past, it was his predecessors who told him how those humble human beings knelt down and begged for mercy, begging for mercy.

Now, he can only raise his hands high, and tremblingly walk in front of human beings, begging the other party to let him go...

For a demon officer, this is really a biting irony.

"Put down your weapons and come over alone!" The company commander of Alan Hill pressed his automatic rifle and glanced at the heavy armored grenadier wearing a powered exoskeleton standing not far from his position, his courage doubled order said.

The aggrieved demon who surrendered raised his hands, walked step by step through the open space between the two sides, and walked to the front of the human line of defense.

The commander of the infantry company of Alan Hill looked at the demon officer who was still wearing backward armor, with a look of disdain on his face: "We just received an order to take some demon captives. This may be the result of communication from the people above us. Fortunately, I saved my life!"

"What you have to make sure is that none of the surrendering demons carry weapons!" The company commander pointed to the densely clothed demon "army" in the distance, and said with some guilt.

He has exactly 125 soldiers in his hands, and now they are facing at least 5,000 demon refugees.

As long as 1000 demon soldiers are mixed into these people, their lives will be in danger. Even if they repel the demon in the end, they will lose a lot of people.

Fortunately, next to his position was a company of heavy armored grenadiers. This company's equipment was much better than that of his infantry company, and its combat effectiveness was naturally more fierce.

It's fine if these demons don't make trouble. If this one breaks out, that company will come to reinforce and slaughter the 5,000 demon refugees, which is a matter of minutes.

"No, none of these selected people carried weapons...they are all very good miners, and some of them can forge iron..." the demon officer hurriedly introduced.

He felt that these selected demons were definitely good things that any slave owner would be willing to accept. But after the introduction, he could clearly see the look of disdain in the other party's eyes.

That's all for miners, blacksmiths... this thing is almost out of work in Ireland Hill... who needs blacksmiths now? The annual steel output of Alan Hill has exceeded the 1 billion tons mark. Metal products are piled up on the counters of the shopping mall, and the plastic is durable. Who remembers the profession of blacksmith?

Now, almost all the original blacksmiths of Alan Hill are working as technical engineers in the steel factory!

Obviously, the company commander of Alan Hill is more concerned about other issues: "Are they literate? Can they understand the law? Can't eat people, can't hurt people,

Do not make any dangerous provocations! "

"..." The demon officer was speechless for a while. He really didn't expect that human beings don't need miners or blacksmiths, but they need to be literate and understand the law...

The saddest thing in life is that the other party dismisses something that one is proud of.

The demon officer could only speak in embarrassment, and continued to explain regretfully: "Among them, there are not many literate, but strength..."

"Ah... illiterate? It's really... it's a hard time this time." The company commander of Alan Hill waved his hand, interrupted the other party, and said, "If they threaten my soldiers, we will Shoot! Get it?"

"Understood! Understood!" The demon officer didn't dare to get angry when he was interrupted, so he could only nod and answer.

Then, he remembered something, and added: "They are all selected by us. They are free of disease and in good health. They are all young and can work, heavy work. Just give them a bite to eat, a Where they live, they won't cause trouble!"

Hearing this, the company commander of Alan Hill was slightly stunned—although these demons are illiterate and look dangerous, they are not useless.

At least, for the Alan Hill Empire, these demons have an incomparable benefit, that is, they are cheap!

You see, as long as they are given food and drink, they can work! This is much, much cheaper than the workers of the Ireland Hill Empire.

What's even more pleasing is that the laws of the Ellanhill Empire clearly stipulate the minimum wages for labor in various regions, but this salary includes dwarves, elves, and even orcs, but does not include demons!

In other words, as long as these devil slaves are hired, the big chaebols of Alan Hill can reduce their own costs without limit, but they can escape the laws of their country-what an exciting news!

"If they are disobedient, you can flog them. If necessary, we have prepared 300 succubi, all of which are first-class beauties..." The demon officer added, fearing that he might not be able to impress humans.

"I'm $%^&*(*x-on:!" For the first time, he glanced at the demon officer next to him, and the company commander of Alan Hill really wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, encouraging him to say " Brat, you are truly a motherly talent!"

After coming to the Demon Realm for so long, everyone is naturally overwhelmed. They have all seen dead or alive succubi, compared to human women, they are really first-class water spirits! What is even more exciting is the full exotic style, which makes the mouth water.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said in a serious manner: "I will talk about this later! I will talk about it later! Line up these demons! Line up! I will take you to the designated place!" place!"