In Devil's City No. 40, a military sprinkler is spraying disinfectant with a strong smell on the streets of Demonic City No. 40.

Because the containment device on their bodies was working, the heavy armoured grenadiers did not dodge at all, and they looked at the passing sprinkler trucks with laughter, and watched the Type 99 main battle tanks with minced meat on their belts passing in front of them.

A "battle" just now made this place quiet. Burrison and his team were leaving in an hour, and now they were enjoying their moment of peace.

On the dilapidated city wall, the corpses of demon soldiers one after another were being thrown into the corners, and some of the demonic flags covered with bullet holes were also dropped down.

One after another, trucks distributing ammunition have been parked in squares in the city, where bullet-riddled buildings have been hung with black golden eagle battle flags.

Around the fountain, which has long since stopped spraying water, is a newly established food distribution point. You can get canned food and packaged bread there, after all, people don't step on corpses to make hot food in this kind of place.

Burrison had just gone to the battalion headquarters for a meeting and brought back the corresponding combat mission. He looked at his resting men, opened the mission panel, and distributed the mission documents to all of his soldiers.

"The men of the 2 regiment will soon pass by here, and then the division headquarters and the corresponding logistics vehicles. Presumably a headquarters will be set up here, so we need to continue the attack about 20 kilometers forward and create a safe zone! ”

"The combat mission is such that we need to establish forward positions on the other side of this forest, which the reconnaissance aircraft confirmed."

"We had other companies in charge on our left flank, and they would set up support points on the plains. Our main task is to clear the entire forest and then deploy it at the edge! ”

"Behind us are battalion artillery, and 4 M109 self-propelled howitzers reinforced to us will cover the defense of our entire battalion in the woodland."

"If you find a hidden demon, fire immediately, and if you find a demon soldier, fire immediately...... Well, if you find any target that you don't identify with friend or foe, immediately open fire! As he finished his last sentence, he saw a jeep that was not open-topped driving down the road into the city.

"Hey, it's not a military car?" Burrison saw the license plate and was visibly stunned. Of course, he knew that there were many merchants who would come to the front to take over the land that had been sold or mortgaged to them, but he did not expect these people to come so quickly.

The car stopped in front of a well-preserved house, the door was pushed open from the inside, and two nobles dressed in decent clothes, covering their mouths with their hands, walked into the building, accompanied by several officers.

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"Did you get here?" The air purifier was turned on in the room, and it smelled a little better, and a major at the head of the group was in charge of receiving these rich men from the rear, handed over a cigarette and asked.

"It's been a good trip, but we've found out that there are still some demons alive, so you didn't clean it up?" A nobleman did not take the cigarette handed by the other party, walked to a folding stool, sat down and replied.

"There is no way, most of the demons will be destroyed in the first time, but some scattered demons, we don't have time to hunt down." The major also apparently knew that there were quite a few living demons behind their lines.

But this is also a situation where there is no way, the number of their regular army is still too small, and when attacking millions of demons, it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net.

Those demons who are lonely, or who are lucky enough not to die, will remain, and they will not die immediately, because for these demons, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood is simply their paradise.

They can scavenge clothes from dead demons, and the corpses that don't rot are their food - relying on these they can live for at least a month, and when those corpses are all rotting and spoiling, the demons' food shortages will appear.

Of course, even if the corpses are decomposed, the demons will not starve, they are omnivores, they also eat food, they eat other meat, anyway, they have too many ways to live.

"Then we will organize the clean-up work, and the follow-up troops will also kill these demons as they pass by...... However, there will be fish that will slip through the net, and the rest will need to be handed over to the security forces and your mercenaries. The Major said as he put away his cigarette and sat down in a folding chair to himself, enjoying the comforts of the moment.

The Devil's furniture was very rudimentary, and the officers of Iran Hill wouldn't make the grease-stained wooden chairs and stools.

So the chairs in this room are all portable folding chairs, and some electrical appliances are connected to a diesel generator, and the power generation machine is outside the room, and the noise is so loud that you can hear it clearly in the room.

"When I came, I heard that these demons can actually be domesticated?" Without answering the Major's words, the nobleman who had sat down first reopened the topic, a topic that he was very interested in.

The major was slightly stunned, as if he had guessed what the other party was really interested in, and replied: "Yes, they have surrendered before, and even if we open fire, they have no intention of being mad - the demonic civilians are very different from their soldiers. ”

"So, can you ...... Leave some demons behind, as slaves? The nobleman said as he took out a box of rare cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of it, and handed it to the major.

The major remembered the cigarette he handed out earlier, took the other party's kindness stupidly, and lit the cigarette absentmindedly before replying: "I know what you are thinking, as long as His Majesty the Emperor changes his mind, then we will naturally have no problem." ”

"I can privately sponsor you with 300 tons of supplies...... Sausages, beer, anything you want. The merchant offered his own price.

"It's a good thing, but we need to use it for our lives." The Major sneered, shook his head, and said, "Everyone here has sworn that His Majesty's orders are no different from the will of God here. ”

"Well, this time you made an offer - how much would it cost you to forget your vows?" Aristocratic businessmen are as good as they are.

"You only have two paths, one is to find a way to ask His Majesty the Emperor to change his mind, and the other is to change your mind yourself...... If you say one more disrespectful word, I'll execute you right now. The major played with the expensive cigarette he lit and reminded the other side with a sneer: "This is Your Majesty's barracks, not your market!" ”