Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1821 1822 is over

The industrial zone east of Roslina was once the pride of the Elven Empire. The elves spent countless gold coins to build this industrial zone.

Those numerous factories once operated day and night, providing the ancient empire with a steady stream of goods and manufacturing powerful war machines. But now, there are only broken walls and thick smoke, like a hell on earth.

The Tang army's heavy artillery roared non-stop, and every shell was like a scythe wielded by the god of death, consuming the elves' last will to resist.

These heavy artillery included a 240mm self-propelled mortar that had a relatively short range but was extremely powerful. This thing could destroy an entire factory building in one go, and terrified the elf troops guarding these factory buildings.

The 1st Division of the City Guards of the Elves was stationed in the destroyed East Power Plant. As the name indicated, this unit had been stationed in Rosleina and was an elite unit personally organized by Emperor Yangmu I. At this moment, some soldiers of this unit were hiding behind the broken barricades, desperately resisting the iron torrent of the Tang army.

"Damned Tang dogs! Come here if you dare. I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" An elf soldier with blood all over his face roared in despair, because he could not see any Tang army at all.

The Tang army that attacked here was accustomed to using heavy artillery for demolition, and it seemed that the Tang army also looked down on the not-so-advanced machinery and equipment in the elf factory area.

"Save your energy, they can't hear you." The old soldier beside him patted his shoulder with a wry smile and put a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth: "It looks like the armored vehicles will be here soon. We probably have to retreat. Check the ammunition first and take away whatever you can!"

"We retreat today and tomorrow. We have lost the train factory and yesterday we lost the Second Automobile Factory... If we lose the power plant, where will we go?" The young soldiers thought that the old soldier was a coward and that they should hold their ground here. His Majesty the Emperor would soon send reinforcements to turn the tide of the battle.

So, he continued, "Your Majesty will never give up on us! We are the last hope of the Elf Empire! As long as we hold on to the power plant, we can buy more time for the counterattack."

"Kid..." The old soldier shook his head helplessly. He knew that Carlos was just deceiving himself. The Tang army's offensive was too fierce. Their resistance was just a futile effort, which only increased casualties.

If there really were any reinforcements, if any counterattack could be organized, it would be impossible for the enemy to advance to Roslina.

How could the city guards possibly compete with the elves' most elite million-strong army that couldn't resist?

At this moment, a shell whizzed down on the barricade near them. The sharp sound seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, and then the shock wave of the explosion blew the entire barricade into the air.

Many of the elf soldiers who had just spoken did not even leave their bodies behind. The large pit on the ground was about ten meters in diameter...

The defense line of the 1st Division of the City Guards had collapsed. As the Tang Army began its offensive, more and more elven soldiers laid down their weapons, walked out of the ruins where they were hiding, and raised their hands high to surrender to the Tang Army.

They had already used up all their ammunition and had not received any food or medicine for several days. Their supplies were exhausted and everyone was in a state of disarray.

Every surrendered elven soldier looked the same: they seemed a little malnourished, with dry lips and haggard faces, they spoke weakly, and even seemed a little dazed.

As the red dragon flag of the Tang Empire slowly rose above the ruins of the Eastern Power Plant, the elven defenders' will to resist collapsed in an instant.

"Surrender! We surrender!" The mood of despair spread among the elf soldiers like a plague. More and more soldiers dropped their weapons, knelt in a pool of blood, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The Tang army's offensive was like a storm, unstoppable. The once glorious Elf Empire was now reduced to a pile of smoking ruins.

The Tang army, which occupied the eastern power plant, soon launched an attack on the civilian area east of Roslina.

At this time, the slums in the east of Roslaina City were a completely different scene. A large number of elven civilians gathered here. They had no weapons and no ability to resist. They could only huddle together in despair, praying that the haze of war would dissipate as soon as possible.

"Mom, I'm hungry..." A thin little girl said weakly, pulling at the tattered corner of her mother's clothes. They haven't had a proper meal for several days, and they are hiding here because they have nowhere else to go.

"Child, wait a little longer, wait a little longer..." The mother's tears could not stop flowing, and she hugged her daughter tightly, as if this could withstand all the suffering for her.

"Let's surrender! The Tang people will not kill civilians!" A desperate voice rang out in the crowd. Someone took out a leaflet of the Tang army hidden in his arms, which clearly stated that the Tang army would not embarrass the innocent elves.

Before the Tang army launched an attack, many people did not believe in these leaflets. They believed that humans must have bad intentions towards the elves, and they were worried that they would be persecuted and slaughtered by humans.

But after being hungry for so many days, many people felt that they should believe the Tang army's propaganda. Because if they persisted like this, the Tang army would not have to torture them anymore, and they could kill themselves.

Therefore, there were immediately more voices echoing in the crowd: "Yes! We surrender! We have nothing to lose!"

In this yard where many refugees gathered, people finally found a white bed sheet and hung it outside the door before the Tang army tanks drove past the door.

Then, a white bed sheet appeared from the window of a building in the distance, held up by a wooden stick and fluttering in the wind.

No one knew who started it, but these civilians opened their doors, walked out of their houses, raised their hands high, stood on both sides of the street, and silently watched the Tang army soldiers marching forward on the street.

"Sir, it looks like the battle is almost over. These elven civilians are finally willing to surrender." A Tang army soldier reported to the officer beside him.

"Yes." The officer of the Tang Empire nodded. He looked at the pale and thin elf civilians in front of him, whose eyes were full of fear and despair, and couldn't help but feel a little compassion in his heart: "Be alert." As the Tang army continued to advance along the street, there were also elf soldiers who kept walking to the sides of the road. They put the Mauser 98K rifles at their feet, grabbed some white handkerchiefs or cloth strips, and waited obediently for the Tang army to come forward and confiscate their weapons.

Soon, the Tang army filled the trucks with wooden-handled grenades, MG42 machine guns, and various pistols and Mauser rifles. Thousands of elven soldiers, escorted by a small number of human troops, left the city and headed for the prisoner-of-war camp set up north of Roslina.

"Don't shoot! We surrender!" There were actually not many elven troops like the 1st Division of the City Guard who fought to the death. More elven troops chose to surrender their weapons directly.

The vanguard of the Tang army occupied the slums south of Roslaine without encountering any resistance.

The civilian area was lost, and at the same time the defense line in the north was also collapsing. More than one-third of the elven capital, Roslina, had been occupied by the Tang army.

At this moment, in the magnificent palace, Emperor Yangmu I was sitting on the throne with a grim face. In front of him stood his ministers, each of them with a sad face, as if the end of the world was coming.

"Your Majesty, the city is about to fall, what should we do!" A minister said with great sorrow. The reason for his expression was that before coming here, he had just heard the news that his private house outside the city was destroyed by war, and the loss was estimated to be more than 20 gold coins.

"Your Majesty, the firepower of the Tang army is too fierce. Our army can't resist it at all! You should have made plans earlier." Another minister echoed. This minister was quite capable. He organized and distributed some supplies to maintain the situation in the west of the city.

But such a situation obviously could not guarantee victory in the Battle of Roslina. With the continuous attack of the Tang army, the situation in the entire Roslina had begun to rapidly move towards collapse.

Yang Mu I, who was sitting on the throne, remained silent. He had been struggling these past few days, hoping that the troops fighting in the city could stop the Tang army's attack and gain more bargaining chips for him at the negotiating table.

But obviously his plan failed: the Tang army had discovered that the troops guarding Roslina were all soft persimmons, so they had no intention of making any concessions on the demand for unconditional surrender.

"Your Majesty, how about... surrendering while we still have channels?" a timid voice said. If this had been said a month ago, Yangmu I might not even consider it, but in recent days, what Yangmu I talked about the most was actually begging for peace.

"Your Majesty! The soldiers in the city need reinforcements. They are seriously short of ammunition and supplies. If you still want to continue to resist, you should send more troops into the city to fight." A general saw that Yang Mu I didn't say anything and thought he didn't want to surrender, so he suggested: "In order to ensure your safety, you should transfer another division of troops to build more fortifications around the palace."

  Listening to his words, Yang Muyi showed a painful expression on his face: Beat? What to beat? Beat his palace into ruins?

If he could stop the Tang army's attack, he could turn it into ruins... But the question was, was it possible? In two days at most, the Tang army would be able to break through the defense line. What would he do then? Abandon the palace and retreat to the south of the city?

  You must be kidding. After leaving the palace and losing most of the country, it's hard to say whether he is still the emperor. If the Tang army is really irritated, they won't even give him a title. Wouldn't that be a bigger loss for him?

So he closed his eyes in pain, he knew that the situation had become extremely critical.

Surrender may be the only option...

"Someone, come! Pass on my order... All elven troops, stop resisting immediately..." In the solemn hall, the elven emperor finally spoke and announced a decision that made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief: "The Yangmu Empire... surrenders unconditionally."

Kaleb and Egole struggled forward in the ruins. Days of fighting and fleeing had left them exhausted, and the thirst from lack of water burned their throats like flames.

The two men staggered. The ruins were filled with the smell of death. The bodies of elven soldiers or civilians could be seen everywhere, as well as broken limbs buried by boulders and broken wood.

The air was filled with a sickening stench, and the occasional cries of crows added a sense of sadness and despair.

"Do we really have any hope of escaping?" Egle asked desperately, his gray eyes filled with confusion and fear.

After a few days of fleeing, they obtained more ammunition and also experienced more defeats. Now their thoughts have changed from finding troops to continue resisting to trying every possible way to survive.

Kelb did not answer, nor did he know the answer. He just tightly grasped the MP40 submachine gun in his hand. This weapon that had always been with him was more like his last spiritual support at this moment.

Suddenly, Kaleb noticed a flickering fire in the distance. He became alert and quickly pulled Aigler towards the direction of the fire.

When they got closer, they found that it was the entrance to a basement that had not yet completely collapsed. A faint firelight was coming out of the entrance, and they could vaguely hear people talking in low voices.

Kaleb signaled Egole to slow down his pace, and the two crouched down, using the ruins as cover, and slowly approached the entrance. It was a basement that had been converted into an air-raid shelter, and the elf soldiers at the entrance of the basement did not show any surprise when they saw Kaleb and Egole suddenly appear.

They continued to puff away smoke listlessly, enjoying the dry tobacco rolled out of unknown materials.

"Don't be nervous, we have no ill intentions." Kaleb lowered the muzzle of his gun as much as possible to indicate that he was not a threat. "I haven't heard any gunfire for more than an hour. What happened?"

"What else could have happened? Didn't you hear the broadcast?" one of the elven soldiers asked cautiously. "No, we retreated all the way here, and the troops were completely dispersed." Licking his dry lips, Kaelb did not ask for any supplies to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

"The war is over. His Majesty the Emperor has surrendered." The elf soldier put the cigarette back in his mouth, took out the canteen from his waist, and handed it to the two embarrassed-looking people: "Take a break, and then come with us... to hand in your weapons."

Somehow, after hearing the news of surrender, Kaleb did not feel much emotion. He felt no pain, nor joy, but just stood there numbly, even forgetting to take the kettle handed to him by the other party.

The other party seemed to have seen such a thing before and understood Kaleb very well. He had no intention of urging him. He waited until Egle reacted and caught the kettle before lowering his arm.