"Leave them alone...... Fire! "Fire! Fire! The order from the regimental headquarters, keep firing! A hoarse voice suddenly rang out over the entire defensive positions of Ellan Hill.

Everyone's headphones, as well as the company commander's walkie-talkie earpiece, echoed with this very recognizable voice.

This is the voice of their battalion commander, which also represents the attitude of the military top brass of Iran Hill to the demon surrender troops.

"Alright! Say goodbye to these naïve guys! As he spoke, one of the Iran Hill soldiers had already picked up his rifle, and he aimed it at the forehead of a demon soldier through the machine's crosshairs, and then pulled the trigger very naturally.

"Phew!" The M4 assault rifle fired an accurate burst, a small-caliber rifle bullet, leaving a pitch-black hole in the poor demon's forehead.

Black blood flowed from the demonic soldier's forehead, and a bullet knocked a huge hole in the back of his head. He fell straight and straight, beside a demon soldier with his hands still raised.

"Tubu!" For a while, the gunfire intensified again, and countless bullets flew towards the demon soldiers who were holding their hands high.

"Tubu!" Tracer bullets dragged long rays of light and flew through the crowd of standing demons.

Demons fell one by one, and the rest had to retreat back into the crater where they were hiding. They felt the air above their heads being cut by bullets, and listened to the terrifying sounds of bullets piercing the air.

"I knew it, I knew it." The demon officer who had just disapproved of surrender was lucky, and he had to shrink back into the crater and complain incessantly.

Beside him, the demon commander who had just stood up and walked to the defensive position of Iran Hill was already covered in bullet holes without any sound.

There were also demons who were knocked down by oncoming bullets, and wounded demons wailed not far away. However, human bullets are like a storm, and they have no intention of stopping at all.

Another surrender of the demons became a tragedy, and in that instant alone, at least 300 demons were killed by bullets.

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"We should stick together and trust each other! This is the path of human development, and it is also the foundation for the different races on the magical continent to live in harmony, help each other, and face the future together! Standing on the podium, Chris imagined a bright future for the many magicians in the audience.

He was dressed in a grand gown, the golden inscriptions on his cuffs shimmering softly under the illumination of countless magic lamps.

The greatest emperor in the history of the Magic Continent propped his hands on the podium, and with his sonorous and powerful voice, he conquered the magicians who came from afar to know their future fate.

Everyone knows that the puppet empire is already a thing of the past, and the living puppet empire magicians can only rely on the support of the Irlanhill Empire if they want to live in the new puppet empire.

So, they listened carefully, listened to Chris's words, and from the words of the Iran Hill Emperor, they looked for the future that belonged to the new puppet empire.

Chris didn't let them wait too long, he casually mentioned the past, and then began to turn to the future: "In the past, we didn't understand each other, and there were many discordant disputes in many unnecessary places. It's all a chance we've wasted! Being strong should not be an excuse for us to bully the weak...... We should understand and tolerate ......"

"We shouldn't live with hatred!" Chris said this with righteousness, and as he said this, his army was pulling the trigger in his hand with the slogan of revenge, and thousands of bullets were being fired at the demons.

The reason why Chris was able to let go of his hatred so calmly was because of Iran Hill's hatred, most of which were reported on the spot! Yes, Chris is the typical "I never hold grudges because I've always got revenge on the spot" personality.

The reason why the Irlanhill Empire was able to let go of its hatred for the puppet empire was because the puppet empire had been dismembered and no longer existed!

"Now, with the help of the peoples of the world, the per capita income of the residents of the new puppet empire has exceeded that of the extinct puppet empire......" Chris proudly took out the economic candy and peeled off the candy in front of everyone, so that everyone could taste the sweetness of this candy.

It is precisely because of the great improvement in the living standards of the people of the new puppet empire that Chris can stand here, with the posture of a complete conqueror, overlooking the living beings at his feet.

He has now not only defeated the invincible puppet empire, but also held the economic lifeline of the new puppet empire in his hands, as if he was a god in control of the fate of the new puppet empire.

In the expectation of countless people, he slowly said the future of the new puppet empire, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief: "In the future, Iran Hill will continue to help the new puppet empire recover its economy and prosper again!" Soon the economy here will improve, and the living standards of the people of the new puppet empire will once again improve dramatically! ”

"Long live Iran Hill!" A new puppet magician raised his hands and cheered loudly from the crowd.

His cheers seemed to wake up the whole crowd, and everyone erupted in enthusiastic shouts - all shouting excitedly, as if they were celebrating a holiday.

At this moment, these frightened new puppet empire magicians finally waited for the news they wanted: the Emperor of the Irlanhill Empire finally recognized the international status of the new puppet empire, and from this moment on, this new country born in the ashes of the puppet empire finally has its own future!

Even if there is a shadow of Iran Hill everywhere in this future; Even if, in this future, the new puppet empire does not even have its own national defense; Even if they had the smile of the Emperor of the Orchid Hill Empire in their nightmares—they still got what they wanted, and it was worth raising their arms and cheering!

"Long live the new puppet empire!" Some of the magicians burst into tears of excitement and hugged each other and cheered.

"Long live Iran Hill!" Other magicians shouted in gratitude, voices echoing throughout the hall.

Then, in the midst of such overwhelming cheers, an explosion suddenly sounded! Everyone was stunned, the podium where His Majesty the Emperor Iran Hill was standing was already surrounded by fire magic, and the smoke was everywhere, and people even forgot to scream for a while.

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