"Did you hear that? We've declared war on Irlanhill again. In the tavern where business was sluggish, a man from the Holy Demon Empire leaned on the bar, looking at the empty seats very bored, full of despair for his extremely bad business.

He was a tavern, and when the economy was good, everyone was willing to come to this tavern for a drink, but now that the war has broken out, the Irlanhill Railway workers who used to frequented this tavern have been slaughtered, so the business is so cold that people want to cry.

After scolding that stupid archon a thousand times in his heart, this poor civilian of the Holy Demon Empire still chose to support this war. After all, he felt that he was a citizen of the Holy Demon Empire, not an Elanhill......

There are not a few people who think like him in the town, and everyone is reluctant to go to war with Iran Hill, but after the war broke out, they reluctantly chose to support their homeland. They themselves or their children went to the battlefield and went to the war-torn areas of the border.

I heard that Iran Hill's counterattack was not as fierce as imagined, so in the first two days, everyone's hanging hearts gradually relaxed, and many people thought that Ran Hill was weak and had no ability to attack the Holy Demon Empire.

There was a feeling of being able to escape, and everyone began to resume their daily lives. Except for the closure of a shoe factory in the town, no one noticed any difference in life.

And the shoe factory that went bankrupt also deserved it. The old man who ran the factory was originally an elder of the town, respected and made a lot of money with everyone.

But who knows that this old guy didn't know what kind of wind he was pumping, and when the war broke out, he secretly hid 30 railway workers into his factory. As a result, his neighbors denounced him as harboring the enemy, and the old man was burned to death by Dragon's Breath along with the 30 railroad workers.

"Yes, I've heard that things can't be sold, the lucrative business is over, and the children may go to the front to die, which is really bad news." A man who had come to drink in the tavern said with a sad face.

Before that, he only worked near the railway, and he could make a lot of money every day. With a sum of money, he subsidized his family and improved his family's living conditions.

His mother was seriously ill, but it was a railroad worker who helped bring some medicine from Iran Hill to cure her.

On the day he was attacked by the dragon knight along the railroad, he still thought about saving people, but when he arrived at the platform, he could only find the body of the young Iran Hill railway dispatcher.

His mother complained to him for several days, and if he hadn't been at home, he couldn't go to the tavern and waste what little change he had left.

You know, when there was a place to work before, this glass of wine money was really not a big deal for him, but now it's okay, after drinking this glass of wine, he will be hungry for half a day......

"Don't talk nonsense! You don't want to die? The man who opened the tavern couldn't even afford to hire a bartender now, and he worked part-time at the bar, stretched out his hand to stop the other party's complaints, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense...... I'm going to be caught! ”

Interrupting his friend's words, the tavern owner spoke: "I have heard that we have received the aid of the puppet empire, and the army is very effective, and we may be able to take back the eastern provinces." ”

"Do you think it's possible? That place is now called Veronza! I can't think of how we can defeat Iran Hill. The only drinker shook his head, indicating that he didn't believe it at all.

He often helped out at the train station, and naturally knew that the total amount of arms that Iran Hill transported from Veronsa to Griken was innumerable every day. It was a staggering number he had never seen before.

With his shallow insight, he could not have imagined how such a terrible army could lose the war: they had hundreds of tanks, hundreds of thousands of cars, and countless artillery pieces and planes......

He hadn't seen the army of the Holy Demon Empire, how could he win in front of such a powerful army? The combat power of the two sides is not on the same order of magnitude at all, and the Holy Demon Empire is like a clown jumping off the beam.

"We have more magic legions than in the past, and these magic legions were cultivated by the puppet empire!" The owner of the tavern was obviously the well-informed one, but he had heard a lot from the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire in the past.

For example, in the Holy Demon Empire's holy city of Bellevy, magicians who did not listen to the archons were subdued and killed. Blood was pouring down the streets, and many magicians had lost their lives in the fight for their own reasons.

For example, the Holy Demon Empire once tried to attack the Vilonza region in an attempt to retake the Eastern Province, but their attack obviously failed, losing a lot of men, and the archon is mobilizing troops to try to build a strong enough defense line in the border area.

Saying this, the civilian of the Holy Demon Empire who opened the tavern seemed to have been persuaded by himself: "And we have a stronger army, equipped with Iran Hill's weapons, so that we have more powerful combat power than Iran Hill." ”

Drinking the wine from the glass, the man who drank did not want to continue arguing about the issue. He dropped the money on the table and walked out of the tavern without looking back. In his opinion, this should be the last time he will come to this place to drink. It's one thing to have no money, it's another thing to have no good wine, but it's the owner's discord and appetite that annoys him the most: "That's all what the Grand Archon guy said, as for what Iran Hill has, do you know?" ”

As he walked outside, he muttered in a low voice, "They have toffee, champagne, all kinds of delicious things, and that's all, and they've almost won." ”

ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

For more than a year, in the northern part of the Holy Demon Empire, there have been many areas affected by Iran Hill. People love the benefits of Ellan Hill, sharing in the variety of delicacies produced by industrial progress and enjoying the benefits of lower food prices due to increased production.

The large-scale production of meat products in the steppe region, the boom in fishing brought by the sea, and the progress of Iran Hill itself in the processing of fresh food such as canned food, have steadily improved the standard of daily life in the Holy Demon Empire.

Because of the convenient transportation brought by the northern railway line, the benefits of Iran Hill have penetrated into the inner hinterland of the Holy Demon Empire, and many locals have no problem with mortals, and there are even young men from Iran Hill who won the girl of the Holy Demon Empire.

However, after the outbreak of this war, the commercial and transportation advantages in the northern region of the Holy Demon Empire no longer existed, a large number of goods were unsalable, and the already fragile industrial environment in the local area completely collapsed overnight.

The depressed economy, the desperate people, and the fact that there is no telling when the war will really break out in full force - Iran Hill's counterattack has not yet arrived, which also makes the hearts of all the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire on the front line extremely stressed.

The street outside the door was also bleak, in stark contrast to the lively scene of people coming and going. Why does your own country want to provoke a war? Isn't it good to live in peace with those mortals like this?

Questioning himself in his heart, the man squinted at the cloudless sky, it had always been such a good weather after the rain, and in the past, he could always see groups of Elan Hill transport planes, crossing here to Griken.

The C-47 transport aircraft group that covers the sky and the sun is so spectacular from a distance. But now, that is no longer the case. When those planes appear in the sky again, it is estimated that the Holy Demon Empire will be defeated.

"Alas......" he sighed, and before he knew it, he had been standing at the door of the tavern for a while. He was busy just driving, busy reminiscing about the good times when he used to work at the train station.

When he came to his senses, he saw two cute little boys standing in front of him. The two little boys looked up and squinted at the sky, as if they were looking at something very interesting.

He couldn't help but look over, only to find that in the very high sky, there were some black shadows flying neatly.

"What's that?" He narrowed his eyes even more, and only then did he vaguely see those black shadows in the air at a height of 10,000 meters.

He had heard from an officer at the train station that the planes that were not quite the same as the C-47 transport planes, called the B-17, were terrible planes that could carry many bombs.

Now, once again, he saw the B-17s, neatly arranged in the sky, in groups of three, in groups of three, dotted with dense P-51 fighter jets, flying slowly over the town.

He didn't have to look at it to know that these planes must have beautiful golden eagles on their wings. You don't need to hear the palpitating roar of the engine to feel the power of soaring through the sky.

Iran Hill's counterattack began...... The war has completely broken out at this moment. The executioners who slaughtered the railroad workers will eventually know that the killing two days ago was not a war, but that what is happening now, at this moment, is ......

"Uncle...... Uncle ......" The two children in front of him looked curiously at the man who looked up at the sky like them, and asked curiously: "There are so many planes, where are they going to fly?" ”

"I don't know...... However, I think ...... Wherever they go, it's completely finished! The man lowered his head, looked at the two beautiful children, and replied bitterly, "It's all over." ”