Five Hundred and Twenty-Seven Receptions

"You should divide into different areas... Magicians should not receive relief supplies with civilians..." A young man in a magic robe stood beside the soldiers who were distributing rations, persuading them earnestly.

The soldier held the population census form between his hands, and glanced impatiently at the idiot who had been nagging here since morning: "Go away! If you talk nonsense, I'll blow your head off! Noble magician! Damn!"

The young magician's face was flushed by this series of swear words, but he couldn't hold back any other words for a while.

Because he really didn't dare to go one step further, after all, the people standing around were all real Elland Hill soldiers with assault rifles.

These soldiers have natural psychological advantages. They fought from Veronsa to the Holy Demon Empire, then from the Holy Demon Empire to the Eternal Empire, and then from the Eternal Empire to the Puppet Empire, all the way to Burkeland at this moment. .

Thousands of troops from the puppet empire did not stop Alan Hill from going south. How could the remaining defeated generals dare to disobey?

If they had the courage to fight on, they wouldn't have surrendered, would they?

The scolding of the soldiers attracted the favor of many puppet empire civilians. Not every person in the puppet empire has magical talents. Of course, there are civilians here, but they have always lived under the oppression of magicians.

Now, those high-ranking magicians seem to have no privileges. They can only queue up with the civilians to get those expired Bud mustards that taste very good.

Today's Bud mustard is no longer a rare and good thing, because the military also stores a lot of pickles that are about to expire, or have expired for a while, and finally Burkeland's relief supplies have become a big expiry of food. delivery.

"This is our local tradition..." The magician, who didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, lowered his voice and made an excuse in a low voice.

He didn't continue to make noise, so the soldiers of Alan Hill didn't answer the chattering fool.

In the third hour of the occupation of Burkeland, the military's food and supplies were delivered outside the city. The residents of Burkeland, who were already impoverished by the war, finally ushered in their new hope at this moment.

The Bulkelan people who got the food quickly became obedient like sheep. They didn't want to fight for a long time, and it is really a kind of luck for them to be able to live to see the end of the war.

As for the arrogance of the magician... then let the magician be proud.

Although Alan Hill has stopped emphasizing the difference between magicians and mortals, the gap between the two sides is still deep-rooted.

It is estimated that at least until the end of the demon war, this kind of barrier will gradually weaken and eventually die out.

On the Alan Hill armored vehicle maintaining law and order in the distance, the commander in full armor and wearing a bulletproof vest leaned on the turret hatch and looked down at some people in magician robes who bowed their heads to him as they passed the armored vehicle salute.

For this country, war has broken their backs. The continuous failures have shattered most people's self-esteem, and the remaining few people... now have no way to express their stubbornness and courage.

In another block full of gunpowder smoke, the soldiers of Elland Hill held their weapons, obviously not as pleasant as those soldiers just now.

These soldiers had just wiped out a group of puppet empire magicians who wanted to resist. They formed a line of defense on the streets. Finally, armored vehicles and helicopters joined the battle circle, and the battle ended soon.

About 200 magicians and stubborn city guard soldiers surrounded the streets and alleys. Several buildings around them collapsed, and the ground was covered with the bodies of people wearing armor and magician robes.

"Let Captain Hills come here! Organize 10 purge troops and investigate along this block!" A colonel jumped out of the jeep, glanced at his own wounded soldiers lying on stretchers, and ordered loudly.

He pointed to the buildings in the distance with his finger, and his words were full of anger: "Small every door and ask everyone! Tell them that if there is any resistance, I will block the entire block and launch fire inside." 100 rockets! Then I will personally take the pistol and kill the survivors one by one, even the dogs! Do you understand?"

"Obey! Colonel!" An officer in charge of the scene stood at attention and saluted, and then turned around to assign tasks: "Assemble the team! Replenish ammunition! Move faster!"

Amidst his shouts, groups of soldiers began to gather with their weapons in their hands, and the engines of the helicopters hovering above their heads roared, mixed with the unstoppable cries of some civilians.

Centipede Head of Bulkland Centipede City, which is the current center of the city, at the foot of the tall magic tower, the doors of the Alan Hill armored vehicles that had just stopped were pushed open from the inside, and a heavily armed soldier Then one filed out.

They lined up in front of this majestic magic tower, holding weapons and waiting for further instructions. After all the soldiers were in position, the commander's voice sounded in their earphones: "Start action!"

All the soldiers stepped forward almost at the same time, and rushed towards the building in front of them with their weapons in hand.

There were scattered documents everywhere, and the seats fell to the ground. It was obvious that many people had looted this place before the arrival of Alan Hill's troops.

One door after another was smashed open with gun butts. In the building that had long since lost its former glory, the former glory of the Magic Empire could still be vaguely seen.

The carved beams and painted buildings on the walls are exquisite, but because they have not been repaired and cleaned for several months, dilapidated cracks can be seen in many places.

The stone pillars carved with beautiful patterns filled the entire hall with momentum, but the candles in the hall have been extinguished, and the sunlight shines into the dim hall through the not-so-large windows, making this place not look very sacred .

"All the things that make money here have been robbed, and the city guards have been disbanded. You are late." A magician who was holding a book and reading looked up and looked at the soldiers of Alan Hill in front of him. He said calmly: "For the sake of the Creator God, everything here is important historical research data, please don't destroy it at will."

"No problem, after we smash this place, we won't set fire to it." An officer from Ireland Hill walked in, took off his white gloves, looked down at the other side and said, "Seize everything here! No flies Let go!"

"Be careful...it's a great work hand-painted by Master Levins 600 years ago..." The magician reminded aloud when he saw a soldier walking to the wall and looking at the painted painting.

Then, in despair, he saw that the soldier pressed a self-adhesive sticker on the exquisite painting. Impressively written in bold letters on the sticker: "Elan Hill National Property".

"Okay...you successfully made it worthless." The magician let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head helplessly.

"It's worthless here, sir." The officer who had been standing beside him put his white gloves into his pockets, and said with a sneer: "The glory built by exploiting mortals is full of blood and bones everywhere. , I don’t see any beauty in it.”

"..." The magician choked, but finally shook his head and gave up the plan to argue.

In the end, before he could adjust his mentality, the heavy book he was holding in his arms was snatched by a soldier from Alan Hill, pressed it on the table, and pasted an equally dazzling sticker on it ...

"My task has been completed, and now this place belongs to you!" Sighing helplessly, the magician pointed to several gates in the distance: "The one on the left is for the garden, and after the garden is the warehouse. It was evacuated. On the other side is the meeting room, and the restaurant, and on the other side is the dormitory of the servants, the barracks of the city guard... By the way, the iron gate over there is a dungeon, and the key is... well, You've broken it open, and it looks like you don't need a key."

The officer of Alan Hill laughed loudly when he heard his introduction, and said while laughing: "You are very interesting, don't rush away, show me around here."

In the distance, a group of soldiers were counting the chairs and furniture in the hall. Farther afield, the soldiers had dispersed and began examining what was left in each room.

This place used to be a holy place in the minds of magicians, and the Grand Consul would come here to make a pilgrimage even if he gave up his Holy Demon Empire.

But now, the soldiers of Alan Hill came in and out here, and even complained that the lighting here was too bad, even worse than their home in Alan Hill.

The tall magic tower naturally has a spiral staircase reaching the sky. When soldiers with weapons and leather boots climbed up the steps, the sound of kicking and tapping echoed throughout the empty magic tower.

They didn't meet many people, and occasionally they could see a magician who couldn't bear to leave guarding a certain corner. The other party didn't intend to fight, but just reminded these Alan Hill soldiers who are already the owners of this place with infinite nostalgia, and begged them to love these once world-famous places as much as possible.

Of course, someone is heeding their reminder advice, and someone is venting their pent-up hatred.

Ten minutes later, the soldiers of Alan Hill who climbed to the highest room of the magic tower where Travish had worked spread out a huge black eagle flag in the window of the sky-high magic tower.

Then, the soldiers of Alan Hill in the whole city began to cheer towards the eagle flag with ecstasy. The roar of the mountain was like a tsunami, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

Amidst the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami, an Alan Hill soldier ran behind the officer in charge of commanding and occupying the magic tower, stood at attention panting and saluted, and lowered his voice to report: "Sir... your last Come and see this."