In the midst of the ruins, the craters, and the rubble-strewn streets, officers in long black leather boots, wearing spotless white gloves, strode forward.

Beside him, several Iran Hill soldiers with assault rifles were suffocating smoke with cigarettes in their mouths, and when they saw the officers passing by him, they quickly stood up and saluted.

The battle here has just ended, and there are still some drifting smoke and dust on the collapsed buildings, and the craters left in the streets and alleys are still filled with gentle heat.

A few minutes ago, the gunfire had just stopped, and there were even corpses hanging on top of the collapsed city walls.

Step by step, the officer walked forward, ignoring the captives he passed by kneeling on the side of the road with their hands raised in the air, or the grenadiers who saluted him.

It wasn't until an officer came up and stood in front of him and saluted that the officer, who had been walking briskly, slowed down.

He returned a military salute, and then asked the only question that interested him: "Dead?" ”

The officer saluted again and replied, "Report!" Not ...... yet"

"Let's go! Check it out! The officer took another step and walked briskly forward.

Accompanied by several officers, he walked all the way to a collapsed building, which had been damaged by artillery fire, but which, judging by the ruins that remained, was once very grandiose.

It was a huge magic tower, only now it was a chimney-like half. Even the remaining section, which was riddled with bullet holes, collapsed by a third.

At the end of the small slope created by the collapse of the bricks and tiles is the wall that has not completely collapsed. Next to this wall, are the Iran Hill grenadiers gathered together.

The grenadiers, seeing an officer approaching, hurried to make way for the other side, and they stood up and saluted, watching the decent officer walk in front of them.

The leading officer of Iran Hill did not speak, or he did not have time to speak, but walked quickly to the top of the ruins, and stood still under the collapsed wall, looking down at a man with a bloody face lying on the ground.

The man wears armor with elaborate carvings of magical inscriptions. Just looking at the workmanship of the armor, it can also be judged that the identity of this man in armor should be very decent.

It's a pity that he is not decent at all now, his abdomen has been pierced by shrapnel from artillery shells, and the red blood has stained his shirt under his armor.

Judging by the pale blue glow that permeated the surface of the blood on his clothes, the man was supposed to be a magician.

It's just that with the passage of health and the consumption of the previous battle, there is not much magic left in this person's body.

Next to this man, there were also two soldiers with their heads in their hands, also wearing armor.

"This person, is Norma Furtagen?" Seeing that the man lying on the ground was out of breath more, the officer of Iran Hill looked at the two captives kneeling on the ground and asked.

"Yes...... Yes...... He, he is His Royal Highness Vortagen......" The two captured Norma Empire soldiers nodded hurriedly and pointed out: "He is indeed the third prince of our empire......"

"Hello, Your Highness Norma Fotagen." With one foot stepping forward and his elbow on his knee, the officer of Ellan Hill bowed and looked down at the three princes of the Norma Empire lying on the ground, and opened his mouth in greeting.

"You...... OK...... Humiliate me as much as you want...... Anyway, I'm defeated, it doesn't matter. Furtagan lay on the ground, breathing hard, and spoke in a staccato voice.

"Humiliation? I think you're mistaken about something, Your Highness Vortagen. I don't mean to humiliate you...... I just want to know where your father, the former emperor of the extinct Norma Empire, is hiding. The officer of Iran Hill asked very gently.

"You...... Impossible, from my mouth...... Get any message. Vortagan gasped stubbornly, word for word.

"I'm so sad that you have such a timid father." The officer of Iran Hill straightened up and shook his head slightly, not knowing whether it was regret or some other emotion.

Just listen to him continue: "Your brother, the former crown prince of the extinct Norma Empire, died in the battle of Judun...... He cried like a child when he died. ”

Before the red-faced Fortagan could speak, he continued: "Your two sisters and their husbands have just been hanged...... In fact, the only surviving former Norma Imperial royal family is you and your second brother, as well as your father who doesn't know where to hide. ”

"So, it doesn't make a difference whether you say it or not, because His Majesty the Emperor wants your family to reunite in another world in a neat manner, so I'm just here to confirm that you're on your way." The officer from Iran Hill waved his hand lightly and gave a gesture to a few people around him.

Several of the Iran Hill soldiers who came with them immediately picked up their M4 assault rifles and began firing at the two surrendered Norma Empire soldiers who were kneeling on the ground.

"Sudden Sudden ......" A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and two Norma Imperial Guards' guard fell in a pool of blood. The third prince on the ground was also shot several times, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

"Now it's certain that the damned King of the Dead Country isn't here, and neither is his second son." The officer walked over to the three bodies after the gunfire stopped, and said to several officers behind him while taking pictures.

After taking pictures and keeping the evidence, he put away his camera and looked at the people behind him: "They must be hiding in those places we occupied!" Search! Give me a careful search! Find them! Kill them! ”

"Yes!" Several officers stood up and saluted and replied solemnly.

"I request the General Headquarters of the Guards to send an official letter to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, requesting the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to order the Eternal Empire to hand over the people!" The officer commanded his saluting men as he walked down the ruins.

"Regardless of whether they have escaped to the Eternal Empire or not, it is better to let the Eternal Empire help us find it than to find it ourselves." He walked to the bottom of the ruins, looked back at the corpses on the ruins: "Find someone to clean up, and then ask the army to help keep an archive, don't destroy it easily!" Do you understand? ”

"Got it!" One of the men replied immediately.

"Damn it! Hurry up and find them! His Majesty the Emperor is still waiting for their deaths! The officer muttered irritably, and without looking back, walked out of the city.