My Empire

My Empire Chapter 526

2020-11-03

Chapter 526 527 Receipt

"You should have separate areas...magician shouldn't be getting relief with civilians..." A youngster in a magic robe stood beside the soldier distributing rations, earnest and well-meant advised.

The soldier took a population-counting table and glanced impatiently at the idiot who had been nagging here since the morning: "Go away! If you talk nonsense, I'll blow your head off! Noble! Damn magician! Damn it!"

The young magician blushed at the series of swear words, but couldn't hold back any other words for a while.

Because he really didn't dare to take a step forward. After all, there were some real Alanhill soldiers with assault rifles standing around.

These soldiers have a natural psychological advantage. They fought from Veronsa to the Holy Demon Emperor, and from the Holy Demon Emperor to the Eternal Empire, and then from the Eternal Empire to the Puppet Empire, and so on. To Burkeland, here and now.

The army of the tens of millions of puppet empires did not stop Alanhill from going south. How could the remaining defeated soldiers dare to disobey?

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

The scolding of the soldiers attracted the goodwill of many civilians of the puppet empire. Not everyone in the puppet empire has magical innate talent, and of course there are civilians here, but they have always lived under magician oppression.

Now, those magicians who are aloof and remote seem to have no privileges. They can only queue up with the commoners to receive those expired bud mustards that taste very good.

Today's Bude mustard is not a rare good thing, because the military has also stored many pickles that are about to expire, or have been expired for a while, and finally Burkeland's relief supplies, just It became a Great Sect of expired food.

"This is our local tradition..." Magician, who did not dare to be arrogant, lowered his voice and defended in a low voice.

He didn't go on chattering, so Alanhill's soldiers didn't pay any attention to the chattering fool.

In the third hour of the occupation of Burkeland, the military's food supplies were delivered to the outside of the city. The residents of Burkeland, who were already impoverished by the war, finally welcomed their new hope.

The Burkeland people who received the food were quickly obedient like sheep. They have long since wanted to fight, and it is really a blessing for them to be able to see the end of the war alive now.

As for magician's arrogance...then let the magician be arrogant. Although Alanhill has stopped emphasizing the difference between magician and mortal, the gap between the two sides is still deeply rooted.

It is estimated that at least until the end of the demon war, this estrangement will gradually fade and eventually disappear.

On the Alanhill armored vehicle maintaining law and order in the distance, the fully armed commander wearing a bulletproof vest leaned on the turret hatch and looked down at some people in magician robes as they passed the armored vehicle. Bowing his head in salute.

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

In another block full of gunpowder smoke, the soldiers of Alanhill were holding weapons, obviously not as happy as those soldiers just now.

These soldiers had just wiped out a puppet empire magician that wanted to resist, they formed a line of defense in the streets, and finally armored vehicles and helicopters joined the battle circle, and the battle was over soon .

About 200 magician and stubborn city guard army soldiers surrounded the streets and alleys. Several surrounding buildings collapsed, and the floor was covered with armored and magician robes.

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

He pointed to the building in the distance, and his words were full of hostility: "Break open every door, ask everyone! Tell them that if they resist again, I will block it. The whole block, and then fire 100 rockets into it! Then I will personally kill the survivors one by one with a pistol, and even the dog will not let go! Understand?"

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

In his shouts, a team of The soldiers of the team began to gather with their weapons, and the helicopter engines hovering overhead roared, mixed with the cries of some civilians.

At the centipede head of the centipede city of Bourkeland, 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 stopped were pushed open from the inside, fully Armed soldiers filed out one after the other.

They lined up in front of this majestic magic tower, arms in hand, awaiting further instructions. After all the soldiers were in their positions, the commander's voice sounded in their earphones: "Go!"

All the soldiers stepped forward almost at the same time, and charged with their weapons. The building in front of you.

It was littered with papers and the seats were on the ground, apparently already looted by many, before Alanhill's troops arrived.

One door after another was smashed open with a gun butt, and in the buildings that had long lost their former glory, the former glory of Magic Empire could still be vaguely seen.

The carved beams and painted buildings on the walls are exquisite and extraordinary, but since there has been no maintenance and cleaning for several months, dilapidated cracks can already be seen in many places.

The stone pillar engraved with the magnificent pattern fills the whole hall with imposing manner, but the candles in the hall have been extinguished. It doesn't look very holy.

"Everything that makes money here has been snatched away, the City Guard has been disbanded, you are late." A magician who was reading a book lifted the head, looking in front of him Alanhill soldier said in a tranquil voice: "For the sake of the creator god, everything here is important historical research materials, please don't destroy it at will."

"No problem, we smashed it. After this, there will be no fire." An Alanhill officer walked in, took off his white gloves, looked down at the other side and said, "Seize everything here! Don't let the flies go!"

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

Then, he saw in despair that the soldier pressed a sticker on the exquisite painting. The sticker reads: "Alanhill State Property" in bold letters.

"Okay...you managed to make it worthless." Magician let out a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly.

"This place is worthless, sir." The officer who had been standing beside him put his white gloves in his pocket and said with a sneer: "The glory built by exploiting mortals , there is only blood and bones everywhere, and there is no beauty in sight."

"..." The magician was choked, and in the end he could only shock the head and give up the plan to argue.

As a result, before he could adjust his mentality, the heavy book he was holding in his arms was snatched by an Alanhill soldier, pressed it on the table, and pasted an equally dazzling book.

"My mission has been completed, now it's yours!" With a helpless sigh, the magician pointed to several gates in the distance: "The one on the left is Going to the garden, past the garden is the warehouse, which has been evacuated. On the other side is the Conference Hall, as well as the restaurant, and then there is the servant's quarters, the barracks of the City Guard... By the way, the iron over there The door is a dungeon, and the key is... well, you've broken it open, and it looks like you don't need the key."

Alanhill's officer laughed at his introduction, and said while laughing. : "You are very interesting, don't rush to go, show me around here."

In the distance, a group of soldiers are counting the chairs and furniture in the hall. Further afield, the soldiers had dispersed and began to examine what was left in each room.

This used to be the Holy Land of magician in mind, and the Archon did not hesitate to give up his Holy Demon Emperor to come here for a pilgrimage.

But now, Alanhill's soldiers come and go here, and even complain that the lighting here is too bad, even their own far away home in Alanhill.

The tall magic tower naturally also has a spiral staircase that reaches the sky. When soldiers with weapons and leather boots climbed the steps, the whole empty magic tower echoed with the sound of kicking and stepping.

They didn't meet many people, and occasionally they could see the magician who couldn't bear to leave guarding a corner. The other party didn't mean to fight, just reminded these Alanhill soldiers who are the masters here, and asked them to love these places that were once famous in the world as much as possible.

Of course, some will follow their reminders, and some will vent their pent-up hatred.

Ten minutes later, the Alanhill soldier who climbed to the top room of the magic tower where Travish worked, spread out a huge black eagle flag at the window of the sky-high magic tower.

Then, all the Alanhill soldiers in the city started cheering at the eagle flag. mountain cry out and sea howl in general, have not dissipated for a long time.

In the cry of mountain cry out and sea howl, an Alanhill soldier ran behind the officer in charge of commanding the occupation of the magic tower, gasping for breath, salute, and lowered his voice to report "Sir...you'd better come and see this."

(End of this chapter)