Chapter 527: receive

"You should be divided 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 food rations, and persuaded with all his heart.

Holding the population statistics table, the soldier glanced impatiently at this idiot who had been nagging here since morning: "Go away! If you talk nonsense, I will blow your head! Honorable magician! Damn!"

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

Because he really didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond, after all, standing around were some real Ailan Hill soldiers with assault rifles.

These soldiers have a natural psychological advantage. They fought from Veronza to the Holy Demon Empire, from the Holy Demon Empire to the Eternal Empire, and then from the Eternal Empire to the Puppet Empire, and until now and here at Burklan. .

Thousands of puppet empire's troops have not stopped Ailan Hill from going south. Where can the remaining defeated soldiers dare to rebel?

If they had the courage to fight, they wouldn't surrender, would they?

The soldiers' scolding attracted the favor of many civilians in the puppet empire. 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 aloof magicians seem to have no privileges. They can only line up with the civilians to get those expired budd mustard pickles that taste very good.

Today's Bud pickled mustard is not a rare good thing, because the military has also stored many pickles that are about to expire, or have expired for a while, and finally Burkland’s relief supplies have become an expired food event. Delivery.

"This is our local tradition..." The magician who didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, lowered his voice and whispered in defense.

He did not continue to make noise, so the soldiers in Ailan Hill did not pay attention to the chattering fool.

In the third hour of the occupation of Burkland, the military's food and supplies were sent outside the city. The residents of Burkland, who had been destitute due to the war, finally ushered in their new hope at this moment.

The Burkelans who had received the food quickly obeyed like sheep. They don't want to fight for a long time, and it is really lucky for them to live to see the end of the war.

As for the arrogance of the magician... let the magician be proud of himself. Although Ailan Hill no longer continued to emphasize the difference between magicians and mortals, the gap between the two was still deep-rooted.

It is estimated that at least until the end of the Demon War, this barrier will gradually fade and eventually die out.

On the Ailan Hill armored vehicle that kept law and order in the distance, the commander, fully armed and wearing a bulletproof vest, leaned on the turret hatch and looked down at some people wearing magician robes as they passed by the armored vehicle. salute.

For this country, the war has broken their backbone. Successive failures have shattered the self-esteem of most people, and the remaining few people...now there is no way to express their stubbornness and courage.

In another neighborhood full of gunpowder smoke, the soldiers of Ailan Hill were carrying weapons, obviously not the same as those of the soldiers just now.

These soldiers had just wiped out a group of puppet imperial 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 was quickly over.

About 200 magicians and stubborn city guard soldiers surrounded the streets and lanes. Several surrounding buildings collapsed, and the ground was covered with the corpses of people wearing armor and robes.

"Let Captain Hills come here! Organize 10 sweeping troops and check the past along this block!" A colonel jumped out of the jeep, glanced at his wounded soldier lying on the stretcher, and ordered loudly.

He pointed his finger at the distant building, and his words were full of hostility: "Open every door and ask everyone! Tell them that if there is any resistance, I will block the whole block and shoot inside. 100 rockets! Then I will personally carry a pistol and kill the survivors one by one, not even the dogs! Understand?"

"Yes! Colonel!" An officer in charge of the scene stood up and saluted, and then turned around to set up the task: "Assemble the team! Replenish ammunition! Move faster!"

Amidst his shouts, groups of soldiers began to gather with their weapons, and the helicopter engines hovering above their heads roared, mixed with the constant cry of some civilians.

The centipede head of Burkland Centipede City, which is the current center of the city. At the foot of the tall magic tower, the doors of the Alanhill armored vehicles that had just been parked were pushed open from the inside, and a fully armed soldier Then one filed out.

They lined up in front of this majestic magic tower, holding weapons awaiting further instructions. After all the soldiers were in place, the commander's shout was heard in their headsets: "Start action!"

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

There were scattered documents everywhere, and the seats fell to the ground. Apparently, this place had been ransacked by many people before the arrival of Ailan Hill's troops.

One after another, the door of the room was smashed open with the **** of the rifle, and the glorious building of the past can still be seen vaguely in the glorious building.

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

The stone pillars with beautifully carved patterns filled the whole hall with momentum, but the candles in the hall had been extinguished, and the sunlight shot through the not-so-wide windows into the dim hall, making it not very sacred. .

"The money-making stuff here has been robbed, and the city guards are disbanded. You are late." A magician holding a book and reading it raised his head and looked at the Ailan Hill soldier in front of him. Calmly said: "For the sake of the God of Creation, everything here is important historical research data, please don't destroy it at will."

"No problem, after we hit this place, we won't set it on fire." An Ailan Hill officer walked in, taking off his white gloves while looking down at the other party and said: "Seize everything here! Don't fly. Let it go!"

"Be careful...that's a great work hand-painted by Master Levins 600 years ago..." The magician reminded aloud when he saw soldiers walking to the wall, looking at the full paintings.

Then, he saw in despair that the soldier pressed a sticker on the exquisite painting. On the sticker, it was written in boldface: "Alan Hill National Property".

"Well... you succeeded in making it worthless." The magician vented and shook his head helplessly.

"It was originally worthless here, sir." The officer who had been standing next to him put his white gloves into his pocket, and said with a sneer: "The brilliance built by exploiting mortals is full of blood and bones. , There is no beauty."

"..." The magician was choked, and finally shook his head, giving up the intention of arguing.

As a result, he hadn't adjusted his mentality, the heavy book he was holding in his arms was snatched by a soldier from Ailan Hill, pressed it on the table, and pasted a similarly dazzling sticker. ...

"My task has been completed, and it's yours now!" With a helpless sigh, the magician pointed to several gates in the distance: "The one on the left is going to the garden. After the garden is the warehouse, it is already there. It was evacuated. The other side is to the conference room, there is the restaurant, and the other side is the servant’s dormitory, the city guard’s barracks... By the way, the iron gate over there is a dungeon, and the key is... well, You’ve already broken it open, it seems you don’t need the key anymore."

The officer of Ailan Hill laughed when he heard his introduction. He laughed and said, "You are very interesting. Don't hurry. Take me around here."

In the distance, a group of soldiers is counting the chairs and furniture in the hall. Farther away, the soldiers had dispersed and began to check what was left in each room.

This was once a holy place in the eyes of the magician, and the archonar did not hesitate to give up his holy demon empire to come here for a pilgrimage.

But now, the soldiers of Ailan Hill are coming in and out here, even complaining that the lighting here is too bad, even their home in Ailan Hill is not as good as their home.

The tall magic tower naturally has a spiral staircase that opens up to the sky. When the soldiers with their weapons and leather boots climbed up the steps, the sound of kicking and pedaling echoed in the entire empty magic tower.

They didn't meet many people, and occasionally they could see a magician who couldn't bear to leave standing in a corner. The other party didn't mean to fight either, just reminding them infinitely nostalgic that these Alanhill soldiers who were already the masters here, and begging them to take care of these places that were once famous in the world as much as possible.

Of course, some people will follow their reminders and suggestions, and some will vent their suppressed hatred.

Ten minutes later, the Ailan Hill soldier who climbed to the highest room of the magic tower where Travis worked, spread a huge black eagle flag in the window of the magic tower that opened up to the sky.

Then, all the Ailan Hill soldiers in the whole city began to cheer at the eagle flag forgively. The mountains were like a tsunami, and they didn't disperse for a long time.

Amidst the roar of the tsunami from the mountain, a soldier from Ellen Hill ran behind the officer in charge of commanding and occupying the magic tower, panting and saluting, lowering his voice and reporting: "Sir... Come and take a look at this."