Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1733 Returning Home

The cold wind blew through the streets of Dalcas, rolling up the floating snow that no one had dealt with, and hitting the mottled walls. A military truck was parked in the middle of the street, and the dwarf soldiers with guns on their backs were knocking on the doors of the houses in the town one by one.

"Open the door! If there is someone inside, it would be a crime not to open the door!" The shivering soldiers stamped their feet and banged on the door. They needed a place to keep warm, and these intact buildings were simply the best place.

They've had enough of those leaky tents along the way, so they're going to share the warm room with these sinners... yes, sinners.

According to the decree issued by Ice Cold I more than two months ago, all dwarves in the occupied areas are guilty. They should have actively resisted before being occupied, and should have continued to fight after being occupied.

  But of course the civilians were unlikely to carry out such a decree. Everyone thought that such an order was simply drafted by a madman. The soldiers were all driven away, so what else could the civilians do? Would they go to fight the Tang army with forks and hoes?

In the past two months, the dwarves naturally had no way to implement such a decree, because they had no ability to successfully retake the areas occupied by the Tang army. Therefore, this decree was useless and no one cared about it.

The situation is different now. The dwarves have recaptured a large area in the southern plains. Naturally, the dwarf civilians in this area have become "criminals" who may be liquidated at any time.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this, as everyone knew that no madman would punish civilians based on such a decree. But sometimes, coincidences can be so deadly.

You have to know that the marshal who organized this counterattack was Xie Ke. He retreated all the way from the northern front to here, and the troops under his command had also plundered and looted their way through to survive until today.

  They were all used to the days of poor logistics and supplies, and had long been accustomed to finding their own food, clothing and shelter. Now, in front of them was a group of people who were guilty of the law, how could they let them go?

These people had enough food and drink. The troops of the Tang Empire did not rob them. Instead, they carried forward their glorious tradition and provided a lot of food relief to these civilians.

Now, as soon as the dwarf troops arrived in Dalkaras, these reliefs became evidence of these civilians' treason: if you are willing to hand over all your money and stored food, willing to donate your house and clothes, and leave your daughter to honor the officers, then you can go out and freeze to death with your life. If you are not willing... then you can only choose another way to die.

"Open the door!" The reason they knocked on the door patiently was mainly because they didn't want to kick the door open and cause trouble for themselves. If the people inside were willing to open the door and cooperate, they would save the trouble of finding things to repair the door later.

But most of the dwarven civilians, who already knew what kind of people they were, were unwilling to open the door. On the outskirts of Dalcas, these 9th Army bandits had killed many people and cleared many streets.

"Sir, we have no food left. The people who came before have taken away all the food. Please let us go..." The old man in the room had an extremely sour tone. When humans came here, they had never suffered such humiliation.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't open the door, you'll be in trouble when we go in!" The soldier outside the door was already impatient and yelled at the top of his voice.

He hadn't gotten much supplies along the way, and his clothes were very thin. If he didn't grab some clothes and food, he doubted whether he could make it to the next village.

As for how much food was left in the house, or whether there was any food at all, it was not his concern. He would just go in and beat them up, and they would generally confess everything. If that didn't work, he would beat them to death and then look for food himself, and most of the time he would be able to find some: it wasn't the first time they had done this, and they no longer felt guilty.

"Please, let us go!" The man in the room grabbed a shotgun, looked at the door nervously and begged: "My son is also a soldier... We have never betrayed this country..."

Behind him, the young granddaughter was trembling, with a pair of frightened eyes full of anxiety. She knew what would happen to her and her grandfather if the door was opened, as their neighbor had experienced yesterday.

Those people took away all their food and money. Because the amount they gave was quite considerable, she was able to hide in the closet and survive. The girl next door was not so lucky. She was raped by many dwarf soldiers and hanged herself on the beam last night.

"Open the door for me! If you don't, we will break it down!" The soldier outside the door showed a ferocious look. He was already getting annoyed because the old man in the house was a little too ignorant.

"Smash it!" Before the other party could open the door, the dwarf soldier with a rifle on his back shook his chin at his comrades beside him. As he said this word, he also took off the rifle on his back.

"Bang!" The door made a dull sound when it was hit, and the grandfather and grandson in the room were frightened. The old man's hands were shaking as he held the rifle, because he had never used this thing on anyone.

This rifle was a needle-fired rifle that had long been outdated, and the manufacturer was still the Datang Group. No one knew through which channel it was sold here, and became a hunting rifle, and fell into the hands of this old hunter.

"Crash!" Finally, the fragile door was kicked open, and several dwarven soldiers, who had become completely angry, rushed into the house. In their eyes, the people in the house were already lambs to be slaughtered, and they would soon be able to occupy the house and take over everything in it.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot echoed in the wind and snow. The dwarf soldier who had just knocked on the door stopped his arrogant steps, looked down at the blood gushing out of his chest, his eyes turned black, and he fell down.

The soldiers nearby reacted immediately, running for cover: "He has a gun! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

On the street outside the door, the dwarf soldiers who were looting civilians suddenly became panicked. If this shot meant that the Tang army had returned, then they would not be able to resist in their current state.

The soldiers who had been so arrogant just now all shrank their necks and looked for hiding places. After all, they were veteran soldiers and had some tactical abilities.