"No one? That's great. The grenadier officer of the Irlanhill Empire sneered, then pressed the radio communication device on his shoulder and commanded, "Hey? See that abandoned building over there that doesn't even have windows? ”

"See!" Inside the headphones, there was a clear, almost non-existent sound of electrical interference.

"Aim the main cannon at the building over there, destroy it!" The grenadier officer gave an order to open fire.

Then, behind everyone, on the armored car, which had been repainted with digital camouflage, the turret seemed to have a soul all of a sudden, and it instantly began to turn.

In the next second, the new 35 mm rapid-fire gun above the turret spat out tongues of fire, and the blazing flames, combined with the deafening click, made all the civilians shrink their necks at once.

In the midst of the horrified gaze of the people, the terrible, very sturdy-looking chariot spewed out an astonishing tongue of fire, and the dazzling sword-sharp light went on a rampage, knocking the abandoned building at the far end into a light smoke.

This new cannon, which can rain hundreds of shells in a minute, is too big to use to attack such unreinforced house-type bunkers.

In a matter of seconds, the dense tracer bullets have the effect of a cutting machine. An entire wall was shattered, and finally collapsed overwhelmed.

Immediately afterward, losing its center of gravity and losing its support, the roof slumped down and smashed against the collapsed walls, splashing more dust.

The armoured vehicle that fired had no intention of stopping, and it continued to pour its shells until it had completely smashed the building into rubble.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, the Iran Hill Imperial Grenadier officer, who gave the order to open fire, fired a magazine of bullets into the sky, attracting everyone's attention, and shouted, "Is there anyone else who has a problem?" ”

Obviously, now everyone has no problem. After all, it is a very shocking thing to see a building destroyed by modern automatic weapons, and it is impossible for these poor creatures who have never seen the world to have the courage to continue asking questions. Even, they can't remember where their courage came from.

Seeing these civilians, who were no different from quails, the officer of the grenadiers of the Elanhill Empire spat contemptuously at his feet and asked sarcastically, "Do we still need drugs to control you?" ”

In fact, almost all civilians cannot afford to resist when faced with modern automatic weapons.

It's not that it's courage or anything like that, it's because they resist or not, and the outcome is no longer up to them.

At such times, what can be hoped for is the quality of the other person, that is, the kindness or compassion of the stronger.

If the powerful did not have these, slaughter or enslavement would have been inevitable: like the Indians of North America, their revolt did little to them, their numbers were weakened, and not all who survived were the beneficiaries of the revolt.

So, what a blessing it is to have a strong motherland......

The commander looked down on the civilians beneath his feet, full of disdain for their previous incooperation. He cleared his throat and continued to ask loudly, "Look at yourselves!" Are you worthy? To make you slaves still need to deceive you? ”

"Get on your knees! Get down on your knees for me! ”

At the sound of his command, all the civilians hurriedly knelt down, and they did not dare to disobey this order, for fear that the murderous officer standing on the high platform would order the terrible armored monster to open fire and slaughter them.

"It's up to you...... Still need medication to control you? It's ridiculous! He tossed with his foot the corpse of the City Guard officer at his feet, and found a place with less blood stains to regain his footing.

He looked up at the civilians on their knees, and felt that they were so much like themselves once were.

These people are also submissive, and they don't know who their savior is. It may be a thousand times harder to let them know right from wrong than to let them die.

"My order is simple! Maintain order yourselves, and then listen to us! Everyone should be vaccinated against the plague! With one hand on his gun, he shouted loudly to the poor men who were overwhelmed.

"If someone misses, they'll die! If someone resists, they will die! If someone runs away, they will die! If you mess around, we'll kill you and go to the next village to do the same thing! He said many dead words in a row, which made the people below even more frightened.

After a series of dead words, he continued: "You yourself use your uncivilized brains to think about it, did the former slave masters, enslave you to work, and pay you for your work? ”

"When those nobles and city lords oppressed you, did they give you fairness and reason?" Without hearing anyone's rebuttal, he wanted to continue talking to himself.

Still didn't hear a rebuttal, so he continued to say, "If we want you to work, if we want you to work, we need to give you a good face?" Need to pay you? Need to reason with you? ”

Anyway, no matter what he said now, it was unlikely that anyone would question it: who would dare to question this vicious Irlanhill official next to the corpse and the collapsed building?

As for how big this senior officer is, whether a second lieutenant is considered an officer, whether he needs to call an adult, then no one has to figure out.

"Now, let's get started!" The officer of the Iran Hill Imperial Grenadier looked at his watch and commanded loudly.

Then, under the muzzle of the black hole, even if they were reluctant, the civilians had to start forming their formation, one by one, towards the medic of the Alan Hill Grenadier unit, who seemed to be much kinder.

Soon, the first civilian to be vaccinated by the Iran Hill Grenadier Paramedic walked to the second position where she needed to stay, clutching her aching arm.

The soldier in this position was a young man, and without saying a word, he handed the woman a piece of fresh bread.

Then, after seeing this piece of bread again, the crowd behind them instantly stirred. No matter how much the officer of the City Guard boasted about the great exploits of Earl Herman, there was no real bread to come from.

The woman was obviously stunned, and subconsciously took out the two copper coins she had just picked up from her tattered clothes, and wanted to hand them to the young soldier who was distributing bread.

But the young soldier didn't mean to ask for money, he just waved his hand impatiently, signaling the woman to hurry forward with her things.

For him, the women in Dosenal City who charge are obviously much cleaner than the one in front of him...... At least the women over there have health certificates for regular check-ups, and the village women here don't think they can have that kind of thing......

Here, for the first time, the young man felt the gap between people, which was so huge that it was impossible to look at it directly.

At this moment, he, who had become a true lover of the Lanhill people, finally felt the slightest hint of the condescending feeling of the magician overlooking the mortals.

"No money...... They don't even want money! The gods are above! As long as they give me enough to eat, they will control me, and I will admit it! The old man who was following the peasant woman just felt that his vaccinated arm was in hot pain, but at this second he forgot the pain and shouted excitedly.

It's really a good bread, and even though it's made in Dosenar, and even though it may have a little bit of preservatives in it - it's really bread, it's edible, delicious bread!

Hearing the old man's words, and seeing that the old man had indeed received the faint, pale yellow bread that shone like an ear of wheat, there was only a sound of swallowing saliva in the crowd behind him.

Seeing that the obedient civilians were operating according to their instructions, the commander of the Elanhill grenadier continued with satisfaction: "The order given from above is that we will gather all the labor force that has been cured and can act on their own, and let you participate in the construction of roads, the cultivation of land, and the payment of food. ”

"Now there are about 300 people in the village who can move, and if you want to talk about work, it is estimated that only about 100 people can participate." He took a cursory look at the figures of the yellow-skinned refugees and estimated the number.

In the hopeful eyes of the pilgrimage to the people, he paused and continued: "Those who are willing to participate will receive more bread!" As long as you're willing to get involved! You can get paid more! It can be bread, medicine, or some other daily necessities! ”

The woman who received the salary was bold at this time, raised her hand tentatively and asked a question that she was very concerned about: "I...... I can work...... But I'm not as good as a man...... Can't do the heavy lifting......"

The officer of the Iran Hill Empire smiled, and the smile on his face became no longer indifferent. He shouted to everyone: "There is a lot of work, and building roads is just one of them!" Those who can't do heavy work can let people who can move come and distribute food, and those who can work go directly to the village entrance to level the land! ”

"Women can also help with the sick and injured, and they can also help with cooking or other things! As long as you're willing to work, you can get food! I mean what I say! In a different tone from the last time, he said something that was no longer annoying: "I said, let you work, and you still need to use drugs to control you?" ”