Nine Hundred and Fifty Don't Need Control at All

"No one? That's great." The grenadier officer of the Elland Hill Empire sneered, then pressed the radio communication device on his shoulder, and ordered: "Hello? See the one over there?" Is it an abandoned building without even windows?"

"I see!" A clear voice came from the earphones, almost without any electrical interference.

"Aim the main gun at 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 and began to rotate instantly.

In the next second, the new 35mm rapid-fire gun on the turret spewed out flames. The blazing flames, combined with the deafening rattling sound, made all the civilians shrink their necks.

Under the horrified eyes of the people, that terrifying, strange chariot that looked very strong spewed out an astonishing tongue of flame, and the dazzling light that was as sharp as a long sword was rampaging, beating the abandoned building at the far end. There was light smoke.

This new type of machine gun, which can pour hundreds of shells in one minute, is really too talented to use it to attack this kind of unreinforced house bunker.

In a few seconds, the dense tracer bombs have the effect of a cutter. An entire wall was riddled with holes, and finally collapsed under the weight.

Immediately afterwards, the center of gravity was lost, and the unsupported roof tilted down and hit the collapsed wall, splashing more dust.

And the armored vehicle that fired didn't mean to stop at all. It continued to pour its shells, and it didn't stop until it completely smashed the building into rubble.

While everyone was stunned, the Ellandhill Empire Grenadier officer who ordered to fire fired a magazine of bullets into the sky, and after attracting everyone's attention, he shouted: "Anyone else have any questions? "

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

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

In fact, almost all civilians, when faced with modern automatic weapons,

I can't afford any resistance.

This is not caused by courage or something, but because they resist or not, the outcome is no longer up to them to decide.

At this time, what you can hope for is the quality of the other party, that is, the kindness or compassion of the strong.

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

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

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

"Kneel down! Kneel down for me!"

Under his command, all the civilians quickly knelt down. They didn't dare to disobey this order, for fear that the murderous official standing on the high platform would order that terrifying armored monster to open fire and slaughter them.

"Just because you... still need drugs 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 up again.

He raised his head and looked at the civilians kneeling on the ground, feeling that they were so similar to himself.

These people are also submissive, and they don't know who their savior is. Allowing them to distinguish right from wrong may be thousands of times more difficult than letting them die.

"My order is very simple! Maintain order yourself, and then listen to our arrangements! Everyone must be vaccinated against the plague!" He pressed his gun with one hand, and shouted loudly to these bewildered poor people road.

"If someone misses, they will die! If they resist, they will die! If they run away, they will die! If you mess around, we will kill you and go to the next village to perform the same task!" He said a series of words Many dead words made the people below even more frightened.

After saying a series of dead words, he continued: "Think about it with your uncivilized brains, the former slave owners enslaved you and made you work, did you pay you?"

"Did those nobles and city lords give you fairness and reason when they oppressed you?" He wanted to continue talking to himself without hearing anyone's rebuttal. Fastest update PC::/

There was still no rebuttal, so he continued to say: "If we want you to work, let you go to work, we need to give you a good face? We need to pay you? We need to reason with you?"

Anyway, no matter what he says now, it is unlikely that anyone will question it: who dares to question this vicious official Elland Hill next to the corpses and collapsed buildings here?

As for how old this high official is, whether a second lieutenant is considered an officer, and whether he needs to be called a lord, no one is thinking about it.

"Now, start execution immediately!" The officer of the Irish Empire Grenadier looked at his watch and ordered loudly.

Then, under the muzzle of the black hole, no matter how reluctant they were, these civilians had to start to organize their formation, and one by one, they walked towards the side of the seemingly friendly Elland Hill Grenadier Unit Medic.

Soon, the first civilian who was vaccinated by the medical soldiers of the Elland Hill Grenadier Corps covered his sore arm and walked to the second position where she was required to stay.

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

Then, after seeing this piece of bread, the crowd behind immediately became commotion. No matter how much the city guard officer boasted about Earl Herman's great achievements, he still didn't have the intuition of real bread.

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

To him, the paid women in Dossenaar City are obviously much cleaner than the one in front of him... At least the women over there have health certificates for regular checkups, and it is unlikely that the village women here have such things ...

Here, for the first time as a young man, he felt the gap between people, which was so huge that people couldn't see it directly.

At this moment, he, who had become a real Ilan Hiller, finally felt the condescending feeling of a magician overlooking a mortal.

"No money... They don't even want money! 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 followed the peasant woman just now felt that he had been vaccinated His arm was in burning pain, but at this second he forgot about the pain, and shouted excitedly.

This is really good bread, although it is produced in Dossenaar, although there may be a bit too much preservatives in it, but it is indeed bread, it is indeed edible, delicious bread!

Hearing the old man's words, and seeing that the old man had indeed received the faint, pale yellow bread that seemed to be shining like ears of wheat, there was only the sound of swallowing saliva in the crowd behind him.

Seeing those obedient civilians operating according to their own instructions, the commander of the Elland Hill Grenadier continued with satisfaction: "The order given by the above is that let us send the labor force who has been cured and can act on their own Let’s all get together and use work as relief, let you participate in building roads and cultivating land to get food and other rewards.”

"There are about 300 people who can move in the village now. If we want to talk about work, there are probably only a hundred or so people who can participate." He took a rough look at the figures of these sallow and emaciated refugees, and made an estimate. number.

In the hopeful eyes of the people like a pilgrimage, he paused and continued: "Those who are willing to participate can receive more bread! As long as you are willing to participate! You can get more rewards! It can be bread, It can also be medicine, or some other daily necessities!"

At this time, the woman who had received her wages had the courage to raise her hand and tentatively asked a question she was very concerned about: "I... I can work... But, I am not as good as a man... I can't do heavy work... "

The officer of the Alan Hill Empire smiled, and the smile on his face became no longer indifferent. He shouted loudly to everyone: "There are many jobs, and building roads is just one of them! If you can't do heavy work, let those who can move over to distribute food, and if you can, go directly to the entrance of the village to level the land!"

"Women can also help take care of patients and injuries, and can also help with cooking or doing other things! As long as you are willing to work, you can get food! I keep my word!" He said in a different tone from last time He said a sentence that was no longer annoying: "I said, let you work, but also need to use drugs to control you?"