"What do you need us to do?" Minister suddenly asked.

"Ah?" The attitude of the high-ranking official in front of him changed too quickly. The captain of the fire defense team was a little unacceptable for a moment, but he quickly regained his rationality: "Take the house! The house here must be no longer preserved. You need to retreat two more blocks and remove the isolation belt."

"Everyone has it! Go backwards! Start - go!" The noisy and chaotic sounds outside the fire scene were covered by the command amplified by amplification. The minister directly ordered all the students through magic.

He is decisive and does what he says: "What houses do you want to demolish, say!"

"I'll take you there!" The captain of the fire defense team nodded quickly and led the way: "My manpower is really not enough. It's great that you can help. God will bless you."

"Hmph." The minister snorted again, obviously not interested in this kind of flattery.

The residents of the house located in the isolation zone designated by the captain of the fire prevention team realized what the group of soldiers were going to do. The fire was still two blocks away from here! Of course, they refused to let the soldiers demolish their houses.

"What are you going to do?"

"Why do you guys take our house?"

"I want to snatch my house and step over my body."

"Why don't others scatter ours?"

"The soldiers are killing people!"

Residents living in the area designated as isolation zones blocked the streets, picked up door bars, kitchen knives and other things, and waved them to prevent military academy students from getting close.

The captain of the fire defense team ran back and forth, persuading him earnestly, but no one was willing to listen to what he was saying.

Residents living inside the isolation belt have also been reminiscent of it. Once the isolation belt is removed, it means that their house will be abandoned.

So they also joined the team to prevent the demolition of houses and refused to let the officers get closer to the house.

Residents living outside the isolation belt are very supportive of the plan to demolish the house, but they just hold hands and watch the fun.

"Get out!" The minister's roar with magical power scared the residents who were still full of momentum just now. He really couldn't stand the farce: "The third school year! Infantry Department! Get out of the line!"

Winters heard the order and took a few steps in a conditioned manner and stood outside the queue.

"Who dares to stop it! Kill it without any worries!" It was still a deafening voice after being amplified by the amplification: "I want to pay for it! I'll ask the municipal government for it!"

Winters did not expect that the minister directly issued the order to "kill without any reckoning". In his opinion, things have not reached the point where they want to kill people.

The residents of the port area obviously did not expect that this official would be so cruel. They fought against each other. If they had not supported each other, they would have been unable to stand and would have lost the unreasonable momentum just now.

Winters stood face to face with the residents who were protecting his house, and he saw horror and awe in the eyes of these residents.

"Do you really want to do it?" Winters thought to himself, holding the shovel in his hand tightly and swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"Take it!" The minister shouted again.

Winters made a fuss, and the sense of responsibility to obey orders overcame all distracting thoughts. He didn't care about his arm or injury, and swung the shovel with both hands and smashed it hard at the person opposite him.

However, Winterstein deliberately used the end of the wooden handle, not the iron one. He thought to himself: "The wooden handle should not kill anyone."

A group of petty citizens were not the opponents of these para-army officers who had been trained for many years. They were soon beaten to cry and shouting at their parents and fled in panic.

"Murder!"

"The soldiers are killing people!"

"It was the fire set by the people from the military academy!"

"Demolition!" The Minister ordered that he completely ignored what the dispersed residents were calling and just carried out the original plan.

No one dared to stop him this time. The residents turned around and ran home to move things, trying to rescue more property before the house was demolished.

The houses in Guitucheng Port District can be said to be a typical case of letting go of the flow and no man planned the urban area.

Starting from the pier, the city grows naturally without any rules, and houses are wrapped in layers like onions.

Houses of all purpose: residence, warehouse, workshop, shop; houses of all materials: wood, adobe, brick, stone; from all ages, it is simply a hodgepodge.

The military academy students fixed the rope to the wooden house facing the street, and dragged down one wall of the house with all their strength.

The location of the fire protection team leader’s isolation belt is very particular. The isolation belt is delineated along a stinky ditch. After the military academy students demolished the house, the construction waste generated can be pushed directly into the stinky ditch, greatly improving efficiency.

"Don't gather here, you can't perform it! Stay here in the third school year! One year department, go to the neighborhood in the east! Two year department, go to the neighborhood in the west! Whoever dares to stop it, kill it will be fine!" This minister took charge of the orderly command.

"Montekukoli!" The minister pointed another name.

"Come!" The director of the Artillery Science Teaching and Research Department responded immediately.

"Go back to the armory to get gunpowder, all brick and stone houses will be blown up!"

"Yes!" The director of the Artillery Science Teaching and Research Department led a subordinate and left without saying a word.

While all the soldiers at the scene were burning to demolish the houses, a sound of hoarse chanting suddenly came from a distance.

"Respect! Feel the fire of God's wrath! His glorious day of judgment is here!" A monk in a coarse linen roamed with prayer flags and strode. The residents who were still watching just now fell to his feet, and many people tried to kiss the corners of his clothes and shoes.

The monk entrusted his hands to raise the prayer flags and sternly preached: "The angel of flame has arrived at Sodom! This is the sacred fire that punishes your daily sins! Repent..."

"I'll go fuck you!" The minister beat the charlatan with a whip.

"Anyone who comes to help with the work! Each person receives twenty large silver shields! No matter whether it is male or female or young!" After solving the problem of the clergy who openly promotes defeatism, the minister kept recruiting people from the residents watching the scene: "If you don't help, the fire will burn, and your house will not be saved!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! [Big Silver Shield: refers to the large silver coins that were minted in the Union Republic since the 537th year of the Empire calendar. The corresponding one is also a small silver shield. The silver content ratio of the two is 12:1]

Who paid the money? It must not be paid by the military academy.

According to the Minister's idea, "I want to go to the municipal government by myself."

This minister doesn't care how much trouble his words will cause to the Guitucheng ruling committee. What he is now considering is how to demolish the isolation belt quickly and well.

Through coercion and inducement, and frightening, the demolition brigade has added a large number of personnel.

The sheriff came with the gathered Guitucheng City Guard, just in time for the city guard to maintain the on-site public order.

Two infantry brigades stationed outside the city (960 soldiers and 14 officers) also arrived at the scene, and the army soldiers soon joined the work of dismantling the isolation belt.

The dull blasting sounds and the sound of house collapses one after another. The war horses were put on simple horse yokes to drag down the house. The demolition project was in an orderly, tense and orderly manner, and was racing against time.

But the plan has never changed quickly. From nightfall to now, the wind speed of the sea breeze blowing from the ocean to the land has gradually increased.

With the blessing of the sea breeze, the flame spread faster than everyone expected. The line of fire is accelerating toward the isolation belt, and there is still a large area left to remove the isolation belt and it is not completed.

"Sir, I'm afraid we're too late... we should set the isolation belt in two blocks behind." The captain of the fire prevention team grabbed the hat in his hand in annoyance and kneaded it into a ball of rotten cloth.

"I know." The minister still had a cold attitude, but he thought about it and seemed to have an idea.

"Christian!" The head of the department called out a name loudly.

"Come!" The director of the Spellcaster Teaching and Research Department heard the summons from the minister and ran over from afar.

"If all spellcasters were allowed to use wind control techniques in a concentrated manner, can we temporarily change the wind direction of an area?" This minister put forward his wonderful idea.

"It is difficult to compete with the power of the spellcaster." Teacher Christian felt that the minister's idea was too whimsical: "The spellcaster should use the power of nature to use spells, and not to go against the trend..."

"I ask you can or can't?" This minister didn't want to listen to nonsense.

"It should be possible in theory." The teacher Christian continued to explain: "But in fact, I think it should be difficult to do with our existing caster power. We don't have enough and strong enough casters..."

"It's fine." This minister only heard what he wanted to hear.

"I'm talking about theoretically, but actually..." Christian hurriedly tried to explain that there is a gap between theory and reality.

"Doing something is better than not doing anything." This minister made a judgment: "Call up all the spellcasters on the scene, and I'll tell you where to go later."

Winters, who was busy demolishing the house, was suddenly named, and he noticed that the people called out with him were all spellcaster students.

All the casters on the scene were gathered in one place, and the instructor Christian repeated the order loudly: "After hearing the order, use the wind control technique with all your strength, and you don't need to stay. Remember! It's right in front."

Winters understood the leadership's plan as soon as he heard it. He thought that he would be arrested as a tool if his acceleration magic level was so poor. It can be seen that this minister was really a dead horse as a living horse.

Subsequently, the casters were taken to an area that had not yet been demolished. In order to evenly distribute, some casters were even arranged to stand on the roof.

Winters did not go to the room. He stood on the street. Through the smoke, he could see the burning houses more than twenty meters away.

"Wind Control Technique, use it with all your strength!" An order came not far behind him.

When Winters heard the order, he kept holding the middle finger with his left thumb, recalling the feeling of using acceleration magic, and entered the casting state with all his strength.

The scorching and extreme cold took turns tormenting his "third hand", and it seemed that there were still thousands of knives cutting his "fifth limb".

He could feel the direction of the wind around him changing. The wind blowing from the front gradually became smaller, stopped, and then turned into a wind blowing from behind.

Winters knew that the minister's plan had worked, but he could no longer hold on, so he tried to relax his mind and exit the casting state.

But something that scared him happened, and he could not leave the casting state. The casting state that he could not maintain if he was not focused in the past was now unable to retreat even if he wanted to.

He even had general paralysis and lost control of his body.

In other people's eyes, Winters was just standing at the street, but in fact he was forced to undergo endless torture. Finally, he could no longer bear it. His eyes turned dark and he lost consciousness.
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