An officer pushed open the door and saw the sergeant inside burning docunts, along with a group of officers frantically packing their things.
He walked over to a man in a lavish military uniform holding a Boposha Submachine Gun, stood at attention, saluted, and reminded him with a quivering beard: "Marshal! The enemy is less than 1 kiloter away! For your safety, please retreat quickly."
Xie Ke shifted his gaze from the map, which showed the Eastern Front Army’s battle lines still near Anliqi City.
But in reality, the Tang Army had completely annihilated the Dwarf 9th Corps advancing toward Anliqi and had simultaneously destroyed the entire Eastern Front Army.
"I understand, have the troops hold the line! No matter what, they must hold the defensive line outside the city." He looked at the officer holding the Boposha Submachine Gun: "At all costs! Hold it! Tell everyone, not a single step back is allowed!"
If they could hold Dalkas, the Eastern Front Army might still have a chance to catch their breath, so troops might escape across the Port River, and they could organize resistance along the river.
Although it would still be a desperate struggle, at least it would appear they had a chance to stabilize the front lines. But if they lost Dalkas, the entire Southern Plains would be completely rotten.
"Marshal... we’ve lost contact with the 11th and 12th Corps." An officer ca over, avoiding his colleague holding the submachine gun who had gone out to relay orders, and urgently reported the latest communication situation.
Xie Ke was not yet aware of the collapse of the northern 11th and 12th Corps; he was still praying, praying that the Tang Army’s counterattack would stop due to supply issues.
At the very least, he hoped they could hold onto Dalkas, which was the result of his "great victory" and was a place they could not afford to lose.
Just as Xie Ke ordered the troops to hold Dalkas at all costs, a Tang Army armored vehicle charged into the city area of Dalkas along the road. It swaggered down the street, followed by a convoy of identical friendly tanks.
These armored vehicles passed by the retreating dwarf soldiers without a care, not even paying attention to those poor souls who started fleeing upon seeing them.
The dwarf soldiers who saw the enemy passing by did not even have the courage to fire; they threw away their weapons and waited to be taken as prisoners.
Of course, there were soldiers unwilling to be captured who started running, finding alleyways that seed secluded to slip through, erging from the other side to continue their escape.
At Furnace Fortress, it was snowing lightly, yet there was no snow here. An ard helicopter flew over the dwarves’ heads, and all of Dalkas was in chaos.
An elderly woman opened her door and saw the armored vehicles of the Great Tang Empire driving past on the roadside. She tore the scarf from her head and waved it at the armored vehicles: "Kill them all! Humans! Kill all those dwarf soldiers!"
Another dwarf opened his window and clapped his hands at the Tang Army armored vehicles on the street: "You should have co back long ago! You shouldn’t have left us behind!"
The dwarf soldiers who couldn’t escape in ti listened to the desperate cries of the local civilians, trembling with fear, unsure whether they should put their hands down.
They still wore clothes stolen from these civilians, their stomachs still digesting food they had stolen from them... To them, waiting here for the Tang Army soldiers was ten thousand tis more terrifying than becoming prisoners.
The last armored vehicle stopped at the street corner, the hatch opened from the rear, and fully ard Tang Army soldiers erged, rounding up the prisoners scattered on both sides of the road.
As the Tang Army soldiers appeared, so civilians rushed out of their hos, pointing at the dwarven prisoners lined up with their hands on their heads and shouting: "You bastards! You all deserve to die! Kill them! Humans! Kill them for us!"
"We beg you! Open fire! Kill these beasts!" A dwarf woman knelt on the ground, raised her hands, and begged the Tang Army soldiers holding assault rifles.
"They’re not human at all! They all deserve to die!" An old man cursed, pointing his cane at the terrified dwarf prisoners with a hoarse voice.
"Bang!" Among the group of dwarf prisoners, a surrendered officer pulled out a handgun hidden in his pocket and pressed the trigger against his head.
He knew he was deeply sinful and that no one would spare him. He knew better than anyone what orders he had given and vividly rembered how many girls he had ravaged and how many innocent dwarf civilians he had killed along the way.
So he was cowardly, he was desperate. He finally couldn’t withstand the collapsing insults and pulled out his gun to end his life. Perhaps, this was a form of redemption, the least painful way to die.
After he shot himself, there was turmoil among the prisoners. Unaware of what had happened, the Tang Army soldiers imdiately began firing: no way would they joke with their lives if soone among the crowd had concealed weapons.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The dense gunfire echoed on the street, and soon the armored vehicle parked at the street corner joined this inexplicable frenzy: the 30mm autocannon mounted on it fired a barrage of tracer bullets, silencing everything in an instant.
About 200 gathered dwarf prisoners were mowed down by bullets like wheat stalks; they didn’t even realize what had happened before they died.
The officer from Tang Country waved his arm forcefully, repeatedly commanding over the communicator: "Cease fire! Cease fire! Stop! Damn it! Stop shooting!"
By the ti his order was carried out, there were no standing prisoners left here. The snow was stained with blood, and the civilians stood beside the piled-up corpses, still in shock.
All the Tang Army soldiers felt awkward; just monts ago, they seemingly slaughtered hundreds of disard prisoners... Such an event being witnessed by civilians might take a long ti to fade away in terms of negative impact.
But unexpectedly, after ten seconds of silence, the civilians erupted in jubilant cheers. It was as if they had witnessed not a massacre but a just trial.
"Ura!" One civilian raised his arms and cheered excitedly, while others clenched their fists and shouted loudly by his side: "Good kill! To hell with them! Bastards!"
"Long live the Great Tang Empire!" No one knew who started it, but the dwarf civilians of Dalkas shouted sothing that surprised the Tang Army soldiers: "Well done, boys! Good kill!"
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