Chapter 948

Chapter 948

My Empire Chapter 948

2020-11-03

Chapter 948 950 No need to control at all

"Nobody? That's very good." The Alanhill Empire grenadier officer sneered Then he pressed the Wireless Electronics talking device on his shoulders and commanded: "Hello? See that abandoned building over there that doesn't even have windows?"

" I see!" A clear voice came from the earphones, with almost no current interference.

"Aim the main gun on the building over there, destroy it!" the Grenadier officer gave an order to fire.

Then, behind everyone, on the armored vehicle that had been repainted with digital camouflage, the turret seemed to have a soul all at once, and it began to turn instantly.

The next second, the new 35mm caliber rapid-fire gun on the turret spit out a tongue of flame. The blazing flame, combined with the deafening clatter, made all the civilians at once. Shrinking his neck.

In people's terrified eyes, the terrifying, very sturdy-looking war chariot spit out an astonishing tongue of fire, and the dazzling light as sharp as a long sword slammed into the far end. Abandoned buildings, smoldering.

This new type of machine gun that can pour hundreds of shells in one minute, using it to attack this kind of unreinforced house bunkers is really overkill.

In a matter of seconds, the densely packed tracer rounds act as a cutter. An entire wall was battered with holes, and finally fell down overwhelmed.

Immediately afterwards, the center of gravity was lost, and the roof with less support slanted down, smashing against the collapsed wall, splashing more dust.

And the armored vehicle that fired didn't mean to stop at all. It continued pouring its own shells until the building was completely reduced to rubble before it stopped.

While everyone was stunned, the Alanhill Imperial Grenadier officer who ordered the fire strafeed a magazine of bullets into the sky. After attracting everyone's attention, he opened his mouth and shouted: "There are others. Is there a problem?"

Clearly, everyone is fine now. After all, seeing a building destroyed by a modern automatic weapon is a very shocking thing. These poor people who have never seen the world are impossible and have the courage to continue to ask questions. Even, they can't remember where their courage came from before.

Seeing these civilians who are no different from quails, the Grenadier officer of the Alanhill Empire spat at his feet in contempt, and asked in a sarcastic voice: "We still need medicine. To control you?"

In fact, almost all civilians have no desire to resist when faced with modern automatic weapons.

This is not something like courage, but because they resist or don't resist, the outcome can no longer be decided by themselves.

At such a time, all that can be hoped for is the quality of the other party, that is, the kindness or compassion of the powerful.

If the powerful do not have these, then massacre or enslavement is almost inevitable: just like the North American Indians, their resistance did not bring them any change, their numbers were also weakened, and they survived Not all people were the beneficiaries of the rebellion.

So what a blessing to have a strong homeland...

The commander looked down at the civilians under his feet, full of contempt for their previous non-cooperation. He cleared his throat and continued to ask loudly: "Look at yourselves! Are you worthy? Do you need to deceive you to be slaves?"

"Kneel down! Kneel down for me !"

Under his command, all the civilians hurriedly knelt down, they did not dare to disobey the order, for fear that the high official standing on the high platform, killing people like scything flax, ordered that The terrifying armored monsters opened fire and slaughtered them.

"Just because of you...do you need medicine to control you? It's ridiculous!" He fiddled with the body of the City Guard officer under his feet and found a place with less blood to stand again.

He lifts the head and looks at the civilians kneeling on the ground, feeling that they are so similar to who he once was.

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

"My order is simple! You maintain order by yourself, and then listen to our arrangements! Everyone must be vaccinated against the plague!" He pressed the gun with one hand and shouted at these cried the pitiful person not knowing what to do.

"If someone leaks, they will die! If someone resists, they will die! If someone runs away, they will die! If you mess up, we will kill you and go to the next village to perform the same mission. !" He said many dead words in a series, which made the people below listen even more frightened.

After finishing a series of dead words, he continued: "You use your uncivilized brains to think about it, the previous slave master, enslaved you to work and paid you wages. Is it?"

"Did those nobles, when the City Lord oppressed you, give you justice and reason?" He didn't hear anyone's rebuttal, and he wanted to continue talking to himself.

Still no voice of rebuttal was heard, so he continued to say, "If we want you to work, we want you to work, we need to give you a good look? Need to give you wages? Need Reason for you?"

Anyway, no matter what he says now, it is unlikely that anyone will question him: who would dare to question this vicious Alanhill next to the corpse and collapsed buildings in this place High official?

As for how big this high-ranking official is, whether a second lieutenant is an officer or not, and whether or not he needs to be called an adult, then no one will think about it.

"Now, start the execution immediately!" The Alanhill Imperial Grenadier officer looked at his watch and commanded loudly.

Then, under the muzzle of the black hole, no matter how reluctantly, these civilians had to start to reorganize their formation, and one by one they walked towards the seemingly friendly Alanhill. Physician of the Squadron.

Soon, the first civilian to be vaccinated by the Alanhill Grenadier corps medics, clutching her aching arm, walked to the second spot where she needed to stay.

The soldier in this position was a youngster, and he didn't say a word, just handed the woman a piece of fresh bread.

Then, after seeing this piece of bread again, the crowd behind them instantly became commotion. No matter how much the City Guard officer boasted about Herman Count's great achievements, there was no real intuition.

The woman was obviously stunned. She subconsciously took out the two Copper Coins she just picked up from her tattered clothes and wanted to hand them to the young soldier who distributed the bread.

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

For him, the charging women in Dossenaar City are obviously much cleaner than the one in front of him... At least the women over there have a health certificate for regular inspections, and the village women here It is estimated that Impossible has that kind of thing...

Here, the young man felt the gap between people for the first time.

At this moment, he, who has become a real Alanhill man, finally felt a little bit of the condescending feeling of magician overlooking mortals.

"I don't want money... They don't even want money! The gods are on top! As long as they give me enough food, they control me, and I recognize it!" The old man who followed behind the peasant woman Just now, he felt that his arm that was injected with the vaccine was aching, but at this moment he forgot the pain and shouted excitedly.

This is really good bread, although it's made in Dossenaar, and although there may be a little too much preservatives in it - but it's really bread, it's edible, it's delicious bread!

I heard the old man's words and saw that the old man had indeed received the pale, pale-yellow bread that seemed to glow like ears of wheat. In the crowd behind him, there was only one left. There was a swallowed saliva sound.

Seeing the submissive civilians operating according to their instructions, the commander of the Alanhill Grenadier continued with satisfaction: "The order given above is, let's get the cured, ready to go. The labor force of their own actions is concentrated, and the work is paid for, so that you can participate in the construction of roads, cultivate the land, and get food and other rewards.”

“There are about 300 people who can move in the village now. If you want to talk about work, it is estimated that there are only a hundred or so people who can participate." He roughly glanced at the figures of these yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees and estimated the number.

In the hopeful eyes of people like a pilgrimage, he paused and continued: "If you are willing to participate, you can receive more bread! As long as you are willing to participate! You can get more. It can be bread, medicine, or some other living materials!"

The woman who received the salary took courage at this time, raised her hand and asked a tentative question. The question of concern: "I...I can work...but, but I'm not as good as a man...can't do heavy work..."

The officer of the Alanhill Empire smiled, and the smile on his face became dark No more indifference. He shouted loudly to everyone: "There are a lot of jobs, and building roads is just one of them! Those who can't do heavy work let people who can do the heavy work come over to distribute food, and those who can work go directly to the village entrance to level the land!"

"Women can also help take care of the sick and injured, as well as help with cooking or other things! As long as you are willing to work, you can get food! I'll keep my word!" In a tone of voice, he said something that was no longer annoying: "I said, let you work, do you need to use medicine to control you?"

(end of this chapter)