Seven Hundred and Three Stand Here

What this demonic officer wanted was not to resist himself, but to bring these demonic civilians together to resist.

The demon civilians standing here stared blankly at what happened before them. They had never seen these foreign enemies. A few days ago, they were still producing all kinds of armor to arm their troops. .

From the point of view of belief, they firmly believe that they are the creations of the source of magic, and these lives that they think are created by the source of magic can only serve the source of magic in their lifetime.

But now, their faith has collapsed, and they have to accept the fact that from the situation, the origin of magic is being defeated little by little.

"If you don't resist, we will consider guaranteeing your safety! ... This guarantee is until we receive a higher order." Burrison finally answered.

He couldn't help but execute higher-level orders, at least from his perspective, if he received the order to kill these civilians, he would open fire without hesitation.

Before coming to the Demon Realm, he had been indoctrinated with the idea that "people who are not of our race must have different minds", so he opened fire with a weapon, and now he didn't have much psychological burden.

Although the torture from the soul of massacring civilians will also make his humanity entangled, it is really not as huge as imagined.

The only thing that made him give up doing this was because of the previous captive incident. He saw with his own eyes that the demon released the captive pilots, so he felt that he should do the same thing once, so as to be morally indebted.

The demons crowded in the small town looked at the aliens who surrounded them with fear and curiosity. What they saw were heavy armored grenadiers wearing thick "armor". At least in appearance, these alien soldiers were very powerful.

"Tud chug!" Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out, and everyone's attention turned to the direction of the gunshots.

The crowd began to commotion, and the nearby demons receded like a tide, and they desperately crowded back, as if this would make themselves safer.

But in fact, facing a 10mm caliber assault rifle bullet, seven or eight demons can penetrate it.

A grenadier with light smoke from his muzzle held his weapon nervously, looking at the ragged demons who fell in front of him.

"He...they approached me and seemed to reach out to me..." The soldier didn't know whether he was explaining to himself, or wanted to give everyone an explanation.

The demon officer in front of Burrison looked numbly at what happened in front of him,

There was no reaction.

"Tell your men to back off! If there are any more threats, I will order all soldiers to open fire freely." Burrison was a smart man, and immediately opened his mouth to shift the responsibility to the other party.

Anyway, now he is the one with the gun in his hand, so the reason is naturally on his side. It was impossible for him to deal with his subordinates for the sake of a few demons, so he justified his actions of firing his subordinates first.

Anyway, even if these demons appeal afterwards, this is still a muddled account. Everyone has a reason, and they are not afraid of a lawsuit, right?

Then, the demon officer turned to look at Burrison, and said, "I hope your promise can be truly implemented."

"As long as they don't make dangerous attempts anymore." Burrison emphasized again, very satisfied with his quick wit.

After echoing back and forth, he felt that his reasons were more sufficient and more tenable. Those demons were too close to the soldier who fired, and seemed to intend to surround the soldier. Update the fastest mobile terminal::

The two sides were in a stalemate like this. On the one hand was the Ellanhill heavy armored grenadier with a gun and a long sword on his waist; on the other was the demon civilian who was almost naked.

Until, the voice of the head of the regiment sounded in Burrison's earphones: "Marshal Wagron's order, let your people monitor this place, and formally receive these prisoners after the follow-up troops arrive."

"Understood...retreat!" Burison didn't hesitate at all. After all, these demonic civilians in front of him were so-called hot potatoes.

Throwing away this hot potato is simply a relief for Burrison. As for whether to capture the captives or directly shoot and kill these demons, that is the business of the higher-ups, and has nothing to do with him, the little captain.

"Why are you leaving? We have already surrendered." The demon officer stood still, looking at the human officer with some incomprehension, and shouted the command to retreat.

Then, seemingly ignoring his words, the humans who heard the order began to retreat, and the huge armored vehicles also began to reverse.

Compared with the giant war machines of the demons, although these human armored vehicles in front of them are smaller, they are more sophisticated at first glance.

Their steel plates are cut straight, and the parts on them are installed exactly the same. Even the camouflage paint on these armored vehicles makes these deadly weapons look more advanced.

Of course, the demonic officer in front of him doesn't know what a strong "cooking breath" is, and he certainly doesn't understand the simple truth that appearance is equal to combat power.

He just simply felt that these human weapons and equipment were so beautiful, and they smelled priceless and expensive.

"Stand here and wait for us to come back!" Burrison pointed to the ground under the demon officer's feet, and ordered in the tone of ordering his soldiers: "If you move around, we can't find you, and you may appear something unpleasant."

"Okay...Okay. I, I understand." The demon officer replied subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that he shouldn't be so humble at all.

It's a pity that when he realized that his momentum had been weakened by three points, he had no chance to regain his position. Burison had already taken his soldiers back not far away, gathered a few vehicles and came to support or watch the Type 99 main battle tanks.

"My lord..." A more seductive succubus, wearing clothes, twisted his waist and walked behind the demon officer: "There is nothing to eat here, and some women behind have been eaten."

For demons who prey on the weak and the strong, eating people is naturally no problem. Likewise, it's no surprise that they cannibalize each other when they're hungry.

In the event of famine, demons will eat weak companions, which is why demons always expand. They are good at fighting, but not good at farming. Although they are omnivorous humanoids most of the time, other life forms are still on their menu.

"Damn it, why on earth am I staying here?" The demon officer suffocated his anger, unable to vent it, and muttered to himself in embarrassment.