The industrial area east of Ruoslena City was once the pride of the Elf Empire. In order to build this industrial area, the elves spent countless gold coins.
Those factories once operated around the clock, providing this ancient empire with a steady stream of goods and manufacturing powerful war machines. But now, only ruins and thick smoke are left here, like a hell on earth.
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The heavy artillery of the Tang army roared non-stop, and each shell was like a sickle wielded by the god of death, harvesting the last remaining will of the elves to resist.
These heavy artillery include 240mm caliber self-propelled mortars that have a short range but are really terrifying. This thing can destroy an entire factory building at once, making the elf troops guarding these factory buildings frightened.
Stationed in the destroyed power plant in the east of the city is the 1st Division of the Elf City Guards. As soon as you hear the number, you will know that this unit has been stationed in Joslina. It is an elite force formed by Emperor Yangmu I himself.
At this moment, some soldiers of this unit were huddled behind the broken barricades, desperately resisting the torrent of steel from the Tang army.
"Damn Tang Dog! Come over here if you dare, Grandpa, I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!" An elf soldier with a bloody face roared desperately, because he couldn't see Tang Jun's figure at all.
The Tang army that attacked here was accustomed to using heavy artillery to demolish buildings, and it seemed that the Tang army did not like the less advanced machinery and equipment in the Elf Factory area.
"Save your strength, they can't hear you." The veteran beside him smiled bitterly and patted his shoulder, holding half of the dry cigarette he rolled in his mouth: "It looks like the armored vehicles will be coming up soon, we probably still have to
Retreat, check the ammunition first, and take whatever you can with you!"
"We will evacuate today and we will evacuate tomorrow. We lost the train factory and the second automobile production plant yesterday... If the power plant is lost, where will we go?" The young soldiers thought that the veteran was a coward and they should stick here.
position, His Majesty the Emperor will soon send reinforcements to turn the tide of the war.
Therefore, 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 counterattack."
"Child..." The veteran shook his head helplessly. He knew that Carlos was just deceiving himself. The Tang army's offensive was too fierce, and their resistance was nothing more than a mantis trying to defeat a chariot, only increasing casualties.
If there were really any reinforcements, and if some counterattack could really be organized, it would be impossible for the enemy to rush into Josilaina.
Even the most elite million-strong army of the elves could not withstand an enemy. How could they, the city guards, resist?
At this moment, a shell roared onto the barricade near them. The sharp sound seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, and then the shock wave of the explosion lifted the entire barricade into the air.
Many of the elf soldiers who just spoke were not even able to leave their bodies behind, and the large hole on the ground was almost ten meters in diameter...
The defense line of the 1st Division of the City Guards had collapsed. As the Tang army's attack began, more and more elven soldiers put down their weapons, walked out of the ruins where they were hiding, and raised their hands to surrender to the Tang army.
They have exhausted their ammunition and have not received any food or medicine supplies for several days. Their supplies have been exhausted and everyone is in a state of panic.
Every elven soldier who surrendered looked the same: he looked a little malnourished, his lips were dry and his face looked haggard, he was weak when speaking, and he was even in a trance.
As the red dragon flag of the Tang Empire rose slowly over the ruins of the eastern power plant, the will of the elven defenders to resist instantly collapsed.
"Surrender! We surrender!" Despair spread like a plague among the elven soldiers. More and more soldiers threw away their weapons and knelt in a pool of blood, waiting for the judgment of fate.
The Tang army's offensive was like a violent storm, unstoppable, and the once glorious Elf Empire was now only a pile of black smokey ruins.
The Tang army that occupied the eastern power plant soon began to attack the civilian area east of Josilaina.
But at this time, the slums in the east of Joselaina City were a different scene. A large number of elven civilians gathered here. They had no weapons and no ability to resist. They could only crowd together in despair, praying that the haze of war would be able to survive.
Disperse as soon as possible.
"Mom, I'm hungry..." A thin little girl said weakly, pulling on the corner of her mother's tattered clothes. They hadn't eaten properly for several days, and they were hiding here simply because they had no place to go.
go.
"Child, wait a little longer, wait a little longer..." The mother's tears couldn't stop flowing. 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 sounded in the crowd. Someone took out the Tang Army's leaflet hidden in his arms. It said clearly that the Tang Army would not embarrass the innocent elves.
tribesmen.
When the Tang army did not launch an attack, many people did not believe this kind of leaflet. They believed that humans must have ill 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 still believe Tang Jun's propaganda. Because if they persisted like this, there would be no need for Tang Jun to torture them, and they could kill themselves.
Therefore, there were immediately more echoing voices in the crowd: "Yes! We surrender! We have nothing to lose!"
In this courtyard where many refugees gathered, people finally found a white sheet and hung it outside the door before the Tang Army tank drove past the door.
Then, from the window of a building in the distance, a white sheet was also stretched out, held up by a wooden stick, and fluttering in the wind.
I don’t know who started it first. These civilians opened their doors one after another and walked out of their houses. They stood on both sides of the street with their hands raised and looked silently at the Tang Army soldiers who were marching forward on the street.
"Sir, it seems that 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 slender and skinny elven civilians in front of him, whose eyes were full of fear and despair. He couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion in his heart: "Be careful."
As the Tang army continued to advance along the street, elf soldiers kept coming to both sides of the road. They put their Mauser 98K rifles at their feet, grabbed some white handkerchiefs or strips of cloth, and waited honestly.
The Tang army stepped forward to collect their weapons.
Soon the Tang army loaded the truck with wooden handle 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 towards
The prisoner of war camp set up north of Joselaina.
"Don't shoot! We surrender!" In fact, there were not many elven troops who fought to the death like the 1st Division of the City Guards. More elven troops chose to hand over their weapons directly.
The leading troops of the Tang Army did not encounter any resistance and occupied the slum area south of Josilaina.
The civilian area was lost, and at the same time the defense line in the north was collapsing. More than one-third of the elven capital, Josilaina, had been occupied by the Tang army.
At this moment, in the magnificent palace, Emperor Yangmu I was sitting on the throne with a livid face. In front of him stood his ministers, all with sad faces, as if the end of the world was about to come.
"Your Majesty, the city is about to be destroyed, what should we do?" A minister said sadly. The reason for his expression was because before coming here, he had just heard the news that his private residence outside the city was destroyed by the war, and the loss was estimated
Over 200,000 gold coins.
"Your Majesty, the firepower of the Tang army is so fierce that our army cannot resist it! You should make plans early." Another minister agreed. This minister was somewhat capable and organized the distribution of some supplies to maintain the west of the city.
situation.
But such a situation obviously cannot guarantee victory in the Battle of Ruosilaina. With the continuous attacks of the Tang Army, the entire situation in Ruosilaina has begun to rapidly collapse.
Yang Mu I, who was sitting on the throne, remained silent. He had been struggling for the past few days, hoping that the troops fighting in the city could block the Tang army's attack and gain more bargaining chips for him at the negotiation table.
But obviously his plan failed: the Tang army had discovered that the troops guarding Josilaina were all soft persimmons, so they had no intention of giving in to their demand for unconditional surrender.
"Your Majesty, how about... surrender while we still have channels!" a timid voice said. If this was said a month ago, Yang Mu I might not even consider it, but in recent days, Yang Mu has
What Mu Yishi talked about the most was actually begging for peace.
"Your Majesty! The soldiers in the city need reinforcements. There is a serious shortage of ammunition and supplies. If you still want to continue to resist, you should let more troops enter the city to fight." Seeing Yang Mu I's silence, a general thought he was
He didn't want to surrender, so he suggested: "In order to ensure your safety, we should mobilize another division of troops to build more defenses around the palace."
Listening to his words, Yang Mu I showed a painful expression on his face: Beat? Beat with what? Beat his palace into ruins?
If he can block the attack of the Tang army, he will be reduced to rubble... But the question is, is it possible? In two days at most, the Tang army will be able to break through the defense line. What will he do then? Abandon the palace and retreat to the south of the city?
Just kidding, after leaving the palace and losing most of the country, it's hard to say whether he is the emperor or not. It really made the Tang army anxious. If they don't even leave a title for him, wouldn't he be even more at a loss?
So he closed his eyes in pain, knowing that the situation now had reached a very critical moment.
Surrender may be the only option...
"Come here! Pass my order...all the elf troops, stop resisting immediately..." In the solemn hall, the elf emperor finally spoke and said something that made everyone present let out a sigh of relief.
Decision: "The Poplar Empire...unconditionally surrenders."
Kelb and Aigole trudged forward among the ruins. Days of fighting and fleeing made them exhausted, and the thirst for water burned their throats like fire.
The two men were staggering, and the ruins were filled with the smell of death. Bodies of elven soldiers or civilians could be seen everywhere, as well as broken limbs and broken arms buried by boulders and broken trees.
The air was filled with a disgusting rotten stench, and occasionally a few crows cawed, adding a bit of sadness and despair.
"Do we really have any hope of escaping?" Aigole asked desperately, his gray eyes full of confusion and fear.
After several days of fleeing, they obtained more ammunition and experienced more defeats. Now their thoughts have changed from finding troops to continue resisting to trying every means to survive.
Kelb didn't answer, and he didn't know the answer. He just held the MP40 submachine gun tightly in his hand. This weapon that had always been with him was more like his last spiritual support at this moment.
Suddenly, Kelb noticed a flickering fire in the distance. He cheered up and quickly pulled Aigole and ran towards the direction of the fire.
After getting closer, they found that it was the entrance to a basement that had not completely collapsed. A faint firelight shone from the entrance, and they could vaguely hear people talking in low voices.
Kelb signaled Aigole to slow down his steps. The two of them hunkered down and slowly approached the entrance under the cover of the ruins. It was a basement converted into an air raid shelter. Several elven soldiers at the entrance of the basement saw the sudden appearance.
Kelb and Aigole didn't show any signs of fuss.
They continued to puff away listlessly, enjoying rolling out dry tobacco with something unknown.
"Don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm." Kelb lowered the muzzle of his gun as much as possible to show that he was not threatening: "I haven't heard the sound of artillery for more than an hour. What happened?"
"What else could happen? Didn't you hear the broadcast?" One of the elf soldiers asked vigilantly. "No, we retreated all the way here, and the troops were completely dispersed." After licking his dry lips, Kelb did not ask for anything.
What supplies to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
"The war is over, His Majesty the Emperor has surrendered." The elf soldier put the cigarette in his mouth again, took off the kettle from his waist, and handed it to the two people who looked embarrassed: "Take a rest and join us later.
…Go and turn in your weapons.”
Somehow, after hearing the news of the surrender, Kelb didn't feel much emotion. He had no pain or joy, he just stood there numbly, and even forgot about the kettle handed to him.
Went to pick it up.
The other party seemed to have seen such a thing before. He understood Kelb very well and didn't mean to rush him. He waited until Aigole reacted and caught the kettle before putting down his arm.
