Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1862 1863 More and More Surrenders

There was a dead silence in the ruins, with only a few faint groans occasionally telling of the cruelty of war. Suddenly, a hand covered in mud stretched out from the rubble, trembling, as if asking the god of death for the last glimmer of hope for life.

The hand tightly grasped the edge of the rubble, as if trying to pull itself out of the abyss of death. A dusty-faced Ryans soldier struggled to crawl out of the rubble. His uniform was tattered, revealing the scarred skin underneath. He knelt on the ground powerlessly, raised his hands high, and screamed with all his strength: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We surrender!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with fear of death, and echoed over the ruins like a desperate wail.

Then, the second Ryans soldier emerged from the ruins, also holding his hands high, his face full of fear and despair. His uniform was torn by shrapnel, revealing bloody wounds, but he no longer cared about the pain and only wanted to save his life.

The third, the fourth... More and more Lions soldiers emerged from every corner of the ruins, some of them were ragged, some were wounded, but without exception they all raised their hands high, with the same desperate expression on their faces, like lambs to be slaughtered, begging for mercy from the shepherd.

"Don't shoot! We really surrender!" a young soldier shouted in a crying voice. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with some baby fat still on his tender face. His eyes were full of fear of death. Tears kept flowing down his dirty cheeks, leaving two clear tear marks on his dusty face.

The cruelty of war left an indelible mark on his young face. He should have been learning knowledge in school and sweating on the court, but now he has to face the test of life and death on the battlefield.

"Please, stop shooting! We don't want to fight anymore!" another soldier shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse and low, like a wail from the depths of hell. His face was full of fatigue and despair, and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost all hope for the future.

After shouting all this, he slumped down on the ground powerlessly, and the rifle in his hand slipped to the side, making a crisp metallic collision sound that sounded particularly harsh in the silent ruins.

A burly soldier struggled to stand up from the ruins. His leg was injured and blood stained his trouser legs, but he still tried hard to keep his balance, with his hands raised high, fearing that the Tang army soldiers would mistakenly think that he was going to resist.

He looked around at his comrades who were as desperate as he was, his eyes filled with sadness and helplessness.

"We just want to go home!" He shouted with his last bit of strength. His voice was hoarse and weak, but it contained the common wish of all the soldiers.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "Don't shoot! We're out of bullets!"

He threw the rifle away in despair, and the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed over the silent ruins.

"We really have no bullets left!" He raised his hands tremblingly, indicating that he was not a threat: "If you don't believe me, you can search!"

He fell to his knees helplessly, tears mixed with dust sliding down his cheeks: "Please, don't shoot! I have a wife waiting for me to return!"

Another soldier who climbed up from beside him also choked with sobs, his tone full of pleading: “We just want to survive!”

He looked around desperately at his comrades who were as helpless as he was: "We don't want to fight anymore..."

He closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the judgment of fate: "Give us a way to live!"

Seeing these opponents who had completely lost their ability to resist, the soldiers of the Tang army came out from their hiding places one after another. After carefully checking these poor Ryans soldiers, they put them under custody.

They really had no fighting spirit left, because two days of brutal fighting had left them with exhausted ammunition, food and water, as well as all medicines.

They could not contact their higher command and could not get any feedback on the situation on the battlefield. They could only hold their positions like blind men.

Now they could only surrender honestly, hand over their weapons, and pray that the Tang army would let them go and spare their lives as the propaganda said.

"Put down your weapons! Come and stand still!" Tang Jun soldiers held automatic rifles and shouted at the opponents who had given up resistance. Then everyone here walked down the rubble step by step and walked to the side of the Tang Jun tank.

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"General, our troops are being disintegrated, and many areas have lost contact. The troops are surrendering on a large scale, and the supervision team can't stop them." A general from Dorne roughly pushed open the door of Paul's office. His military boots made a heavy sound on the floor, echoing in the silent underground bunker.

He walked quickly into the dim room, his face full of fatigue and anxiety, his uniform covered with dust and blood, as if he had just returned from a brutal battlefield. This was a basement, and a very deep underground bunker, with walls covered with rough rocks and steel bars, and a few dim oil lamps emitting weak light, casting long shadows in the air.

Paul has only been working here since the Tang army began bombing Yucheng. This once prosperous city has now become a ruin, with thick smoke and flames day and night, and the explosions as deafening as thunder.

"I know, but what can I do in this situation?" Paul sat powerlessly behind a simple table piled with maps, documents and unfinished orders, but he had no intention of dealing with them. He looked at the general of the Dorne troops who came to report with a haggard face, and his tone was full of despair.

He really tried his best, trying to save the situation every day. But the current situation is that no matter what he does, Yucheng's defense system is rapidly collapsing.

This was definitely not a joke, but a real thing: Lions's troops had actually lost control, and Dorne's troops had already retreated from outside the city into the city. The Tang army was encircling from both wings, and Yucheng would be surrounded within two or three days. What Paul was most worried about before the war was becoming a reality, and Yucheng had lost the value of continuing to defend.

But the problem is... there are at least hundreds of thousands of troops in the city, and they are a mixed force of Dorne and Lions Empire. If all these troops are annihilated here, then the war situation...

Well, the war was actually over. The government and the people of the Lions Empire were already openly discussing whether to surrender, and as for Dorne... no one cared about what Dorne's plans were anymore.

Are you kidding? The five nations united against the Tang Empire have already failed. How long can the remaining Dorne Empire, which is alone, last?

Many people today are looking forward to a future of global unification. Under such a trend, anyone who tries to prevent it from happening is just trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.

"We should at least shrink our defense line. We can't leave this place intact to the Tang people!" The general from Dorne obviously didn't take Yucheng, a city owned by someone else, seriously. In his opinion, the more severe the fight here, the safer Dorne will be.

Glancing at him, Paul obviously didn't want to turn Yucheng, his own city, into ruins. Maybe he thought so before, but now he changed his mind.

Before, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that he could stop the Tang army's attack in Yucheng. If he really succeeded, then the price of Yucheng would be heavy, but it would not be unacceptable.

But now, it is obvious that he can no longer complete his previous plan: let alone a year or half a year, even holding on for another ten days may not be possible... Under such circumstances, it is obviously not so cost-effective to turn Yucheng into ruins.

  After all, he was a native of Laines, not a beast. Fighting to the death here, killing all the common people... How can he live after doing this? Even if he dies, will he dare to write his name on his tombstone?

"General! The current battle situation has collapsed, and the troops have begun to fall into chaos. Under such circumstances... it is obviously not a wise move to continue this war." Paul looked at the other party for a while before slowly opening his mouth to remind him.

"...I understand. Your troops should hold on for at least three more days! I want to withdraw the Dornish troops here! At least, more than half of them must be withdrawn!" The Dornish general announced the decision coldly.

Before he came, he had already thought of the decision that Paul might make. The Lions Empire was obviously no longer reliable. Thinking about the Susas Empire, it was easy to come to the conclusion that the Lions Empire would definitely choose to surrender when it could no longer hold on.

In order to prevent the Susas Empire from suddenly surrendering and the Allied Forces from not having enough time to retreat, he must first stabilize Paul and then allow the Lions Empire's troops to buy enough time so that Dorne's troops can retreat.

"Okay, three days! But I can only guarantee that I will not issue a surrender order within three days... In addition, you should also be aware that the Tang army has broken through our defense line outside the city, and the transportation supply line on the east side of Yucheng may be cut off at any time. How your people go and how many can go is not something I can decide." Paul agreed to the other party's request. At least now they are still allies who support each other.

"Thank you! I will try my best to retreat! At least 3000 people can be evacuated today." The Dornish general turned and left. He had to save time as much as possible. After all, every minute and every second was a chance for the Dornish soldiers in the encirclement to escape.

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The smoke filled the air, blocking out the sun and turning the clear sky into a depressing dark red. The air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with the smell of blood and burnt odor, making people sick.

In the distance, explosions sounded one after another, as deafening as thunder. Each explosion was accompanied by flames shooting into the sky and billowing smoke, turning this once prosperous city into a living hell.

A few blocks away from Paul's headquarters, beside a ruined building, a group of Dorne soldiers hid behind a building that had been half destroyed by artillery fire. They were all covered in dust and tattered clothes, with despair and fatigue written all over their faces.

"We can't fight anymore! We don't have any chance of winning at all!" A young soldier weakly threw the rifle in his hand to the ground and sat down on the ground powerlessly. There was a hint of sob in his voice, and it was obvious that he had been swallowed by fear and despair.

In the previous battle, he saw with his own eyes a rocket explode on the front armor of the Tang army's tank. Then the Tang army's tank continued to stagger forward as if nothing had happened, running over the corpses of the Dorne soldiers who had died long ago.

"The firepower of the Tang army is too strong, we can't resist at all!" another soldier echoed, his eyes full of fear and his body shaking unconsciously, obviously frightened by the powerful firepower of the Tang army.

"We have lost too many comrades. Are we going to continue to die in vain?" a soldier whispered, his voice full of sadness and despair.

"But if we surrender, we will be executed as traitors!" an old soldier said worriedly, his tone full of helplessness and fear.

"Instead of dying meaninglessly like this, we might as well fight to the death! Fight those damn Tang people!" another soldier shouted, his eyes flashing with desperate anger, as if he wanted to use the final madness to cover up the fear in his heart.

However, his words did not receive much response. Most of the soldiers had lost the will to fight. They just sat there numbly, waiting for their fate to come.

"Enough! We surrender!" A young officer finally broke the silence. He threw down his favorite pistol and said, "Find a white bed sheet and hang it out! Tell those guys in the supervision team that if they are willing to surrender together, then surrender together. If they dare to mess around, we will decide the winner with them first!"

"We surrender too! Are you kidding? We are not crazy." The supervision team immediately chose to surrender after hearing the news. They also saw those leaflets yesterday and of course knew what would happen to them if they continued to resist.

They were just human beings. It was not worth it to travel all the way from Dorne to Jade City to fight far away from their hometown. If they surrendered, they might be able to go back in the future and live the rest of their lives in peace.

"We surrender! Stop fighting!" Soon, the sound of surrender echoed in the ruins, and other soldiers followed suit, laying down their weapons and giving up resistance.