Seven Hundred and Forty-One Is Not a Market

In Devil City No. 40, on the streets where the gunpowder has not cleared, a military sprinkler is spraying a strong-smelling disinfectant.

Because the airtight devices on their bodies were working, the heavy armored grenadiers did not dodge or dodge at all. They talked and laughed as they looked at the passing water trucks and the Type 99 main battle tanks with minced meat on their belts. The tank passed in front of him.

A "battle" just now made this place quiet. Burrison and his team are due to leave in an hour, and now they are enjoying their moment of peace.

On the dilapidated city wall, one after another, the corpses of demon soldiers were being thrown into the corner, and some demon flags covered with bullet holes were also thrown down.

Trucks distributing ammunition were parked one after another on the square in the city, where some buildings full of bullet holes had been hung with black golden eagle battle flags.

Around the fountain that has stopped spraying water for a long time, there are food distribution points that have just been established. You can get canned and packaged bread there. After all, people will not step on corpses for hot food in this kind of place.

Burrison just went to the battalion headquarters for a meeting and brought back the corresponding combat missions. He looked at his men who were resting, opened the mission panel, and distributed the mission documents to all his soldiers.

"People from the 2nd regiment will pass by here soon, and then the division headquarters and corresponding logistics vehicles. A headquarters will probably be established here, so we need to continue to attack about 20 kilometers forward and establish a safe zone!"

"The combat mission is like this. We need to establish a forward position on the other side of the forest confirmed by the reconnaissance plane."

"Our left wing is in charge of other companies, and they will establish support points on the plain. Our main task is to clear the entire forest and then deploy defenses on the edge!"

"Behind us is the battalion artillery. Four M109 self-propelled howitzers reinforced to us will cover the defense line of our entire battalion in the woodland."

"If you find a hidden demon, open fire immediately, if you find a demon soldier, open fire immediately... well, if you find any target that does not identify friend or foe, open fire immediately!" After he finished the last sentence, he saw a car that was not an open top The jeep drove into the city along the road.

"Hey, isn't it a military car?" Burison saw the license plate, and his expression was obviously taken aback. Of course he knew that many businessmen would come to the front to take over the land that had been sold or mortgaged to them, but he did not expect that these people would come so soon.

The car stopped in front of a well-preserved house, the door was pushed open from the inside, and two nobles in decent clothes covered their mouths with their hands, accompanied by several officers, just walked in into that building.

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"The way here was smooth?" The air purifier was turned on in the room, and the smell was somewhat better. The leading major was in charge of receiving the rich men who came from behind, and asked with a cigarette.

"The journey went smoothly, but we found that there are still some demons alive. Does this mean that you haven't cleaned them up?" A nobleman didn't accept the cigarette handed over by the other party, walked to a folding stool, sat down and answered.

"No way, most of the demons will be eliminated in the first time, but we don't have time to hunt down some scattered demons." The major obviously knew that there were many living demons behind their defense line .

But this is also a situation where there is no way, the number of their regular army is still too small, when attacking millions of demons, it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net.

Those demons who are alone, or those who are lucky enough not to die completely,

It will remain, and they will not die immediately, because for these demons, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are simply their paradise.

They can plunder clothes from dead demons, and the undecomposed corpses are their food-they can live for at least a month on these, and when the corpses are rotten, the demon's food shortage will appear.

Of course, even if the corpses are decomposed, the demons will not starve to death. They are omnivorous animals. They also eat food and other meat. Anyway, they have too many ways to survive.

"Afterwards, we will organize the clean-up work, and when the follow-up troops pass by, they will also kill these demons... However, there will be fish that slip through the net after all, and the rest will need to be handed over to the security forces and your mercenaries. As the major said, he put away his cigarettes and sat on a folding chair, enjoying this comfortable time.

The devil's furniture is very simple, and the officers of Alan Hill will not make those wooden chairs and stools that look oily.

So the chairs in this room are all portable folding chairs, and some electrical appliances are connected to a diesel generator. The generator is outside the room, and the noise is so loud that it can be heard clearly inside the room.

"When I came here, I heard that these demons can actually be domesticated?" Without answering the major's words, the nobleman who sat down first started a new topic, a topic that he was very interested in.

The major was slightly taken aback, as if he had guessed what the other party was really interested in, so he replied: "Yes, they have surrendered before, even if we opened fire, they didn't mean to be mad--the devil's civilians, and their soldiers big difference."

"Then, can you...keep some demons as slaves?" The nobleman said as he took out a box of rare cigarettes from his pocket, took out one from it, and handed it to the major.

The major remembered the cigarette he handed out before, accepted the other party's kindness resentfully, lit the cigarette absent-mindedly, and then replied: "I know what you are thinking, as long as His Majesty changes his mind, we will naturally There is no problem."

"I can privately sponsor you for 300 tons of supplies... sausages, beer, whatever you want." The businessman offered his own price.

"Things are good things, but we have to live to use them." The major sneered, shook his head and said, "Everyone here has sworn that His Majesty's order here is not in line with the will of God. any difference."

"Okay, this time you ask a price - how much can you forget your oath?" The noble businessman followed suit.

"You have only two ways, one way is to find a way to ask His Majesty to change your mind, the other way is to change your mind yourself... If you say one more disrespectful word, I will execute you right now." The major played with the lit fire Prestige cigarettes, reminded the other side with a sneer: "This is His Majesty's military camp, not your market!"