Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 20 Surrender, Farlan will not treat you unfairly

Ryan reached out and wiped the eyelids of the Farlan soldier, while McIver felt inside the other's belt and coat.

"I don't have a pistol. I'm a pauper."

McIver's tone sounded a bit unlucky, which reminded Ryan of the time when he opened a red card but didn't get any gold after touching two pieces of bread.

But this time, the red card was opened instead of the person.

Looking up, Ryan took a look at the cleaned room and suddenly felt something strange.

The windows that were originally shattered by the shelling have now been replaced with new glass, and there is no trace of the breakage.

All the furniture was removed and replaced by something that looked like an electric fan, placed in the corner of the room.

At the door and under the windows, there were tubes of sealant scattered all over the floor - made in the Empire State, and Ryan could understand the words on them.

"Hey, look at that stuff over there. Are they planning to use this place as their own home?" Ryan nudged McIver with his shoulder and whispered.

McIver's voice was heavy because he was still ashamed of falling while attacking.

As a non-commissioned officer, this is absolutely not allowed.

But he couldn't help but answer Ryan's question, so he just managed to utter a few words: "I don't think so, sir."

But Ryan wasn't paying attention.

Because he was busy trying to close the eyes of the dying Farlane man: "Don't lie to me in your next life."

The Farlan man still wanted to struggle, but he was so seriously injured that he was obviously unable to recover. At most, he just moved his shoulder on the ground and then died.

"Let's go. We still have to clean up the upstairs." Ryan patted McIver's arm.

"Yes."

Outside.

Wolfe and others had already crawled out of the tunnel. They carefully occupied the entire first floor, but after discovering that there was no one outside the command building, they no longer squatted in the corridor.

Ryan checked the two red dots upstairs.

Like the Farlan man just now, the other two red dots were staying in a still intact room.

Combined with the scenes he had seen before, Ryan felt that this group of Farlanes might want to repair the command post as soon as possible so as to restore the building's command capabilities before the main force arrived in the rear.

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

"McWeir," Ryan said, looking at Wolfe. "Take Wolfe and kill the guys on the second floor. Remember, don't shoot. Use bayonets. Got it?"

"No problem, Lieutenant."

Wolfe answered in a low voice.

Then Ryan looked at the observer lieutenant wearing his military uniform and said, "Come with me, let's clear the third floor."

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The observer lieutenant was obviously stunned for a moment, but Ryan didn't care about his reaction at all and went straight up the stairs.

The others followed him upstairs, while Wolfe and McIlwain stayed on the second floor as Ryan requested, ready to kill the Farlan soldier who had asked questions earlier.

The two men moved quickly and quietly.

So when Ryan lowered his voice and walked to the third floor to confirm where the last guy was hiding, he found that they had already killed the Farlan guy.

Now there is only a red dot on the third floor left in the entire building.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan pulled out his pistol and handed the rifle, which had a bayonet and blood stains still on it, to the observer lieutenant behind him: "Here you go."

The lieutenant took the gun without saying a word.

It was not known whether the observer was frightened by Ryan or because he knew he would die if he made a sound.

But in short, Ryan doesn't have to worry about him making a fool of himself.

The observer's pistol was a very light women's pistol. Ryan couldn't remember the model at the moment, but he knew how to use it.

And because there were no enemies downstairs, Ryan's actions were much more radical than before.

He practically leaped up the stairs to the third floor. After passing two bomb-riddled rooms, he rushed directly into the last intact room and pointed a gun at a Farlane man who looked like an officer. "Don't move!"

He roared, not afraid that his voice would be heard, and his eyes were fixed on the other party's rank - this guy was a lieutenant, like Ryan.

Ryan immediately became alert.

You know, it is obviously not normal that half a squadron, or half a company of soldiers is assigned a lieutenant-level commander.

Even the Imperial Army, which is composed of elite troops, would not let a lieutenant do things that only a second lieutenant would do.

But his thoughts were immediately interrupted by the other party.

"Oh, oh, bro, don't do that."

Officer Farlan immediately raised his hands, and the ash from the cigarette in his mouth fell into his collar, but he didn't react at all. He was even able to speak: "You won't shoot, right?"

"That depends on your attitude."

Ryan tapped the floor twice with his heels, tilted his head, and gestured to the observer beside him: "You, go and confiscate his gun."

But the observer lieutenant didn't move at all.

Fortunately, Wolfe and the others were outside the door.

Outside the door, seeing that the observer showed no signs of moving, Wolfe had no choice but to rush into the house with his gun raised, pushed away the second lieutenant who was standing there stupidly with his rifle, and then, under the cover of McIver, disarmed the Farlane man in an officer's uniform.

"Are you the group that just escaped from the tunnel?"

It seemed that because of the dense footsteps coming from outside, and the fact that Ryan and the others were covered in dust, the Farlan officer immediately guessed the identity of Ryan and his group.

He said, "I thought you guys had escaped through the tunnel, so I didn't send anyone to chase you. I didn't expect that."

"The tunnel is too old. After walking one kilometer, the front collapsed."

Ryan twisted his neck after making up a lie. He felt uncomfortable with the observer's white scarf. "Now, I ask questions, you answer. Do you understand?"

"I understand. You're the boss." The Farlan officer knew the situation well. "But I don't speak Imperial English very well."

Ryan: "First question, how many people are left?"

Officer Farlan: "94 people. If the two people downstairs died, that would be 92 people."

"Second question, when will your support troops cross the border?"

"That's not the kind of information I could possibly know. My only mission is to capture your camp and establish a frontline radio communication station."

"But aren't all your radios broken?"

Ryan clearly remembered that he had broken a telegraph and a wireless radio before.

"Xiu Xiu is still useful." Officer Farlan bit the cigarette butt, which was less than a knuckle long, with his teeth. "Can I spit it out?"

Ryan nodded: "The third question is, how many of our people are still alive!"

"Gone."

Officer Farlan's expression immediately turned cold: "Our mission does not require us to capture your people..."

He paused, raised his hands, and pointed at Ryan and the second lieutenant who was observing him. "But you and that lieutenant over there are exceptions."

"Because of the Honor Newsletter?"

Ryan pretended not to know, but was secretly delighted in his heart - this damn French devil took the bait.

"Yes."

The officer nodded slightly.

"The higher-ups asked me to send you back alive, and even sent an airship."

The officer's head was tilted, and from the perspective of others, it seemed as if he was staring at the second lieutenant wearing Lieutenant Ryan's uniform behind him, but his eyes never left Ryan.

"You know," he stared, "that every noble who has been canonized by the Emperor of the Empire can use honorary communications. As long as you can surrender, we will not treat you unfairly. The same goes for that lieutenant."

(End of this chapter)