Seven Hundred and Two Choices

"It's all caused by those damned bastards. Well, what kind of prisoners do you think they released..." Standing in place, the rows of long held their assault rifles, looking at the small town in the distance.

He had been waiting here for about 10 minutes, and still hadn't received an order to retreat or advance. So he could only wait here anxiously, letting his mood turn bad.

Burrison, who is also standing here, is also very disturbed. According to the previous plan, he should have occupied the town by now.

However, the opponent's weapon did not stop his attack, but a white flag made him stop. This is also an uncomfortable state for him. He would rather go in at one go and kill all the demons on the opposite side.

"Forget it! You don't have to wait for any orders." Finally, Burrison gritted his teeth, put down the binoculars in his hand, stretched out his arm, and pointed to the small town not far away.

Then, he gave the order that excited all the soldiers: "Attack! No need to wait for orders! Business as usual! If they don't bring out their weapons, we won't fire on them! Troops pass through the city, control Commanding heights! If anyone resists, shoot them to death!"

Following his order, all the wheeled armored vehicles in the platoon started up, and the roar of the engines masked the sound of the troops advancing.

No soldiers got on the chariot, and the soldiers followed on both sides of the chariot. All of them held their weapons and carefully formed an advancing battle formation, keeping a safe distance, and approached the devil town a little bit.

The devil's town was very quiet, but after entering, Burison realized that there were obviously more people here than he had imagined.

The streets were crowded with naked demons, and fortunately the weather was not cold at this time, otherwise these demons would be frozen into hard corpses in just a few hours.

Most demons are women, or it would be more appropriate to describe them as females. These bare-breasted women have no sense of shame. They let their sagging breasts be exposed in the air, and they don't even bother to cover them with their hands.

Some of the older people are still big, but they don't have much clothing to cover their bodies. These demons stood quietly on the road, tiredness written all over their faces.

No one spoke. Seeing the heavy wheeled armored vehicles of Alan Hill parked in front of the intersection of the town, these people pulled the white cloth strips full of dirty stains in their hands, which looked like It is a group of refugees waiting for relief.

In fact, they are indeed refugees. Most of the demons here escaped from the city.

Because of the shelling, they left their homes in a hurry and fled all the way here. They didn't even have time to rest, and found that they didn't even bring out food.

With no food and no place to rest, they lost their ability to move, so until now, they can only wait here.

As for what to wait for, in fact, these demons themselves don't know, maybe they are waiting for a new master to arrive, or they are waiting for their own death.

A demon in armor pushed aside the crowd. He didn't have a long sword on his waist, but the armor on his body looked good. It looked like a mid-level officer, the kind who had a lot of status in the original demon army.

In terms of ability, he is also comparable to a great magician. If he draws out his saber, he can also fight with these human heavy armor grenadiers in front of him for a while, and maybe even pull a few human soldiers to die together.

But obviously he didn't intend to fight now, he just held a piece of white cloth, and walked a few steps cautiously in the direction the humans came from.

"I... I am the leader of a thousand demons. His Majesty the Demon King gave me a task, and I... I must complete it." This demon obviously has no experience in negotiation, because earlier, they were The victorious side is a vicious and bloodthirsty alien race, so naturally they have nothing to talk about with the aboriginals on the Magic Continent.

It's a pity that now that the subject and the guest have changed positions, he has to use the language he is not proficient to pray to his opponents for a chance to speak.

The good news is that the soldiers of the Magic Continent standing opposite him gave him this opportunity to speak. He heard the leading officer on the opposite side respond in a cold tone: "In our world, holding up white cloth strips means surrender... What are you holding up these white cloth strips to convey?" What do you mean?"

"Yes, I was ordered to bring these unarmed demon civilians and surrender to you." The demon officer didn't seem to want to surrender. He just followed the order of the demon king and made a move that the demons had never done before. Just choose.

"Our Majesty the Demon King showed goodwill before. She left me here, and I hope you can..." He said as he turned sideways and gestured to the demon civilians who were more like beggars than beggars behind him: " Spare these non-combatants."

"Did you let our civilians go?" Burrison sneered, feeling as if he had heard some joke.

Now he really felt that these demons were very shameless. They slaughtered thousands of humans, but asked humans to let their civilians go.

"Sir, if we clean our hands, no one will know what we have done here." In the crowd behind Burison, a squad leader pointed a black gun at the unarmed demons, suggesting in a cold tone.

For these soldiers, another difficult choice lies before them. If they put down their weapons and accept this shameless surrender, then they are taking the opportunity to retaliate.

But if they take up arms and use demonic methods to deal with these demons in front of them, then they will degenerate into demons from the soul, and become demons with no moral bottom line and no mercy.

No matter how they choose, it seems that it is not the result they are willing to accept. Therefore, all the people held their weapons and waited for the order from their chief.

"We don't have any soldiers here...the fighting troops have already retreated." Seeing that the enemy in front of him was still holding weapons, the demon officer raised his hands and stressed a little nervously.

He now regrets waiting here to carry out the order to surrender. At this moment, he doesn't even have a saber. If the other party becomes murderous, he will die here if he can't even counterattack——

I can’t even go out, and I’m broken at home. I’m really out of shape these two days, and I have a terrible headache. Longling tried his best not to miss updates, but the update time is a bit messy, I’m very sorry.