"...Yesterday night, a riot broke out in the northwest city. Two rebel militants took advantage of the shift change to occupy the radio station building in an attempt to incite rebellion and overthrow the rule of Marshal Julius..."
"The chaotic situation is now basically under control and the rebels have been killed."
Arman stayed in front of the radio all night and didn't close his eyes until the sun rose from the window the next day, but he waited for such a sloppy ending.
The garrison at Yongye Port first used anti-aircraft artillery and rain bombs to bring down the clouds in the sky. After finding that they still could not control the situation, they immediately handed over command to the front-line combat troops stationed in the port area.
It is said that this was an order personally issued by Governor Yahui, and this was also a shameful betrayal by the Yongye Port authorities to the local residents.
The 40th 10,000-man infantry unit and the 600,000-thousand-person armored unit, which rushed from the port area for reinforcements, immediately launched an armed suppression after arriving in the northwest urban area.
Although the port area command radio station stated that they only fired warning shots above the crowd's heads, some private radio stations also claimed that there were rivers of blood on the streets.
It is only ten kilometers away from his home, and it only takes 20 minutes by car.
Arman's heart was full of mixed feelings, as if a stone was pressing on his chest. He wanted to say something but couldn't.
The sun still rises as usual, but the long night in Yongye Harbor has already fallen.
It's not even just Evernight Harbor.
Things that needed to be covered up before no longer need to be covered up. Those who were angry because of the death of their compatriots were equally ruthless when they pulled the trigger on their compatriots.
The bottom line is broken through step by step.
At this moment, he looked back at the tragedy at Sifan Harbor and suddenly realized that it was no longer a heinous thing.
Even the dusk before nightfall was gentle then, not as ruthless as it is now.
However, not everything in his heart is pessimistic.
When everyone is chasing bread, there are still some people who unswervingly choose faith.
The man named Kant stood up.
And it wasn't just him, many people came forward.
Although the Legion finally executed him, there are still millions of people alive, and he also lives in the hearts of millions of people.
What he can do is to preserve this power and let it work at critical times instead of consuming it in a refueling uprising.
The Valantians never abandon their heroes, including himself, and they will never forget that name.
In this case, at least their nights will not be longer than those of the Borneos...
At this time, the study door opened slightly, and a little head quietly hid behind the crack, looking at Dad sitting in front of the radio.
The expression on that face kept changing, sometimes sad, sometimes full of hope.
Little Ruby hesitated for a moment, then called softly.
"……dad?"
Hearing the sound coming from the door, Arman realized that his daughter was standing there, so he turned off the radio that was still chattering nonsense and looked at her in surprise.
"Ruby? You got up so early."
Seeing that her father had discovered her, Ruby, holding a pillow in her arms, opened the door with her little hands and got in from the study.
The sleepy look was endearing. Ruby let out a long yawn and climbed onto her father's lap skillfully.
"Mom said that Dad had something to talk to Ruby about, but Ruby was too sleepy and fell asleep while waiting."
Seeing his daughter's confused look, Arman stroked the hair on her forehead distressedly.
"Sorry, Dad originally planned to go find you, but something suddenly happened..."
"It's okay," Ruby said with a smile, and even comforted her father in turn, "Ruby has also encountered this situation. When she encountered a novel she liked to read, she hid under the quilt.
I turned on the flashlight below to take a peek, and accidentally saw the dawn..."
Halfway through, Ruby seemed to realize something was wrong, and closed her mouth as if she had come to her senses.
I didn’t expect this little guy to do such a thing, Arman Khan said.
"...Don't do this again in the future. Forget it this time. I won't tell mom."
"Hehe." Ruby smiled shyly, stuck out her tongue, and looked to the side in an attempt to muddle through.
Looking at his innocent and lovely daughter, Arman could not help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, temporarily letting go of the heavy worries in his heart.
But letting go is only temporary.
After all, humans cannot become creatures living in a vacuum, and are even more dependent on soil, water, air and nutrients than plants.
"Ruby..."
Looking at her father who had a serious expression on his face, Ruby tilted her head slightly.
"Um?"
Arman thought for a long time and finally spoke in a serious tone.
"Dad... wants to take you and mom to a far away place."
To Arman's surprise, the fear and anxiety he was worried about did not appear in his daughter's eyes. Instead, there was a bit of curiosity about new things.
She blinked and asked with interest.
"Where is it far away?"
Arman thought for a moment and tried to speak in an objective manner.
"To the east of Middle-Continent, on the southern coast of the Sea Coast, there is a place called Settlement No. 1... Of course, it is only temporarily called this name. The administrators of the alliance said that they hope that the local residents will choose their own place of residence.
name."
In fact, the name is not a big deal, but somehow it became the deepest impression of that place in his heart, apart from the mountains of containers.
After listening to her father's words, Ruby's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.
"Then after we get there...can Ruby give him a name too?"
He didn't expect his daughter's focus to be so strange. After being stunned for a moment, Arman couldn't help but smile and lovingly rubbed her sleep-tangled hair.
"Of course...but other people also have their own ideas, and whose opinions are ultimately adopted will probably have to be voted on."
Ruby said with shining eyes.
"Wow...sounds so interesting! Then...can we canvass votes?"
"Okay, but others will also canvass votes, so don't put too much hope in it."
Armen coughed slightly and tried to put the topic back on track.
"These are not the important points. The important point is that although the development there is good, the conditions are definitely not as good as here... You are also a member of this family, and dad is most worried about you, so dad wants to hear your opinion."
"Don't worry Ruby, and Ruby doesn't think those are big things," Ruby shook her little head vigorously, her bright eyes flashing with excitement and expectation, "It was different when we first arrived at Saifan Port.
? Later, there will be many more beautiful houses... and everything will be there."
In a child's world view, a house seems to be something growing out of the soil.
Armen couldn't help but dumbfounded, but he happened to know such an innocent guy.
The wine merchant who started his business by brewing fake vodka was the unlucky guy who lost his first pot of gold on the "Golden Route" of the Western Legion.
Several months have passed, and I don't know if his plan is on track.
Seeing that her father hadn't spoken for a long time, Ruby asked in an expectant voice.
"When do we leave?"
Looking at his daughter who was supporting him, Arman had a comfortable smile on his face and said with a smile.
"Probably just these few days."
His captain should have almost rested. Whether he moves away with him or keeps his family here to make money, that guy should be thinking about it.
…
In the northwest city, roadblocks are placed on the main roads near the central city.
Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked on the side of the road, their thick and long gun barrels flattened forward, emitting a cold light in the morning light.
Soldiers who were armed to the teeth stood around the checkpoint, scanning the approaching crowds in high readiness.
Kant was beaten to death at two o'clock yesterday morning.
There is no way of knowing who fired the gun, but when he was dragged out of the radio station, he was already a corpse, piled together with other corpses on the street.
Unfortunately, the Awakened One who exchanged fire with the garrison Centurion was not caught.
Three people responded to him. After one of them was beaten to death, the guy took advantage of the chaos and fled into Blackwater Alley.
According to the information provided by the garrison, the guy's name is Taran, and he is suspected to be a spy for the Alliance.
It is worth mentioning that after the garrison cleared Tallan of suspicion through Project Wasp, it reclassified him as a spy based on the needs of the military.
In fact, the garrison may have guessed correctly, after all, that guy's skills are really impressive.
But this is actually not important anymore.
Now the Yongye Port authorities and the Southern Legion are facing greater troubles.
There were far more bodies lying in the street than the twenty accidental casualties they claimed on the radio.
Even if they have urgently cut off the communication channels between Yongye Port and the outside world, it will be difficult to completely suppress this matter.
Currently, the entire northwest urban area has been temporarily controlled, and two streets near the radio station have been completely blocked.
All persons entering and exiting the city must show proof of residence and place of work.
In addition to the necessary registration, visitors are also required to sign a commitment not to enter the blocked area, go through a security inspection process, and hand over weapons, cameras and other things that can be used to record the truth.
At the same time, the 40th 10,000-person mechanized infantry unit dispatched logistics vehicles to transfer residents in the blockade area and carry corpses scattered on the streets.
Responsible for enforcing the blockade order of Block 12 is the 607th Thousand Troop of the 60th Armored Troop.
Seeing the dissatisfaction and even hatred in the eyes of his compatriots, Carver, who was holding the rifle, felt a heat in his back and wanted to pull up his collar to cover his face.
When passing through the security checkpoint, an old man filled out the form and suddenly looked up at him.
"Why do you want to open fire on them? They are obviously speaking for you. Or do you think you can fight for a lifetime and never retire when you are old?"
Facing that hateful look, Carver's breath seemed to freeze for a moment.
The solid air seemed to be stuck in his throat, making him speechless.
"I, it wasn't me... who fired the gun."
He tried to explain in a far-fetched way, although he did not point the gun at anyone that night, but got drunk in the port area, and was not woken up by his teammates until late at night to go to work.
The old man had no intention of letting him go, but just stared at his eyes and the high bridge of his nose.
"I was once a soldier, serving in the 370,000th Army, guarding the marshal's frontier... I didn't expect that I would protect such a group of insects. I'm really ashamed of you."
Before the old man could finish his words, he was pulled away by a soldier holding a cigarette butt.
"Okay, you old guy, please stop saying a few words. After filling out the form, go in. If you have any problems, complain to the guys in the 400,000th Team. Don't force me to arrest you."
"Do you think I'm afraid? I'm not even afraid of mutants, but would I be afraid of cowards like you who attack civilians? A hundred people can't even knock down a radio station, and they don't dare to go to court."
After being forcefully pulled aside, the old man chuckled when he heard this, stretched out his hand to lift up his trouser leg, revealing a missing scar on his calf, "Did you see it? Rookie. They cut off this piece of my flesh. When
It was baked in front of me, and I didn’t even frown.”
The soldier's brow and stomach twitched together, but he didn't share the old guy's understanding. He just rudely kicked him out of the checkpoint before others noticed the commotion.
There are too many people here.
There are those who live in the northwest city and need to work in the main city, and there are also those who return home from the port area after working the night shift.
Not counting the troops stationed there, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Yongye Port.
Whether in the Southern Legion or in the wasteland, this population is not a small number.
The soldier with the cigarette butt in his mouth was Carver's vehicle commander, but their vehicle did not enter the settlement.
Looking at his commander, Carver couldn't help but ask.
"...Don't Yongye Port have its own garrison? Why do we need combat troops to carry out this ridiculous task?"
He joined the army to open up territory for the Southern Army, not to become an enemy of his compatriots.
"You can't even understand this?"
Seeing Carver's "demented" look in his eyes, his driver, who was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, grinned and said.
"Because you are going to the front line soon. If I were the commander, I would leave this dirty job to you. Firstly, you won't talk nonsense, and secondly, you will soon become famous on the frontline. When we arrive,
Even if you can come back alive, you won't think it's a big deal, it's just the pretentiousness of a group of veterans and ordinary citizens. Maybe you will fall in love with Sharon, fall in love with snake oil... Thinking about it from another perspective, it can indeed make people happy.
Your placebo from the worries of reality.”
The gunner, who had been silent until now, whispered.
"...Do you think Kant did the right thing?"
"Of course it's not right, it's too extreme." The commander shook his head and grinned, "But to be honest, I can't think of any gentler method when faced with his situation."
The gunner retorted.
"How come there isn't? When you get to the position of Captain Ten Thousands—"
The driver said casually.
"Then he becomes that bastard Willoughby, right? He's the guy on the radio who tells lies with his eyes open. I bet that when that guy was a captain, he might not have the same ideas as you.
To be able to emerge from the silt without being stained... Use your brain to think about how that kind of thing is possible."
The gunner fell silent. Although he didn't agree, he couldn't think of anything to refute.
Carver did the same. He took a deep breath and pulled up his collar.
This morning passed too long.
He stood here for a long time, but the sun only rose a little.
Although he had felt that the days at the rear were so difficult before, the torment in his heart had never been as intense and painful as it was now...
…
It had just been morning in Yongye Port, and it was already approaching noon in Xifan Port.
A few hours ago, an urgent telegram from Evernight Port was delivered to the Borneo Theater Command.
At this moment, Captain Dickens, the Minister of General Affairs, stood at the door of General Gulion's office with an awkward look on his face, and waited for about half an hour.
Finally, the door opened.
Looking at the theater staff officer and the guard captain coming out, a trace of sweat broke out on Dickens' forehead involuntarily.
Although the Theater General Affairs Department in charge of logistics matters is not under the jurisdiction of the Theater Command, but is directly loyal to the General Command. He himself is not a direct subordinate of Gulion, but as the supreme commander of the theater, and the logistics has such a big problem
Question, Gulion also has the right to be held accountable.
He has already explained it to the general headquarters, but he is still undecided about Gulion.
Just when Dickens was feeling uneasy, the office secretary who walked out of the door looked at him and said.
"Captain Dickens, General Gurion, please come in."
Listening to the soothing tone, Dickens understood the signal released by Gulion. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and followed the secretary into the door.
Sitting behind the desk, General Gulion was carefully reviewing the documents in his hands.
Hearing footsteps coming from the door, he raised his head and met Dickens' eyes.
"Please take a seat, Captain Dickens."
Captain Dickens forced a stiff smile on his face and sat down on the sofa in the office.
"……Thanks."
Guion nodded and looked directly into his eyes, his eyes gradually becoming serious.
"Have you heard about Yongye Port?"
Dickens's breathing was stagnant, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
"heard……"
Looking at the embarrassed look on the face of the war zone general affairs director, Gulion did not let him go and continued aggressively.
"Aren't you going to explain it to me?"
Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly became serious. Dickens felt dizzy, but he still said it bravely.
"...The story of what happened is just like what you saw in the telegram. The garrison in Yongye Port had internal strife and occupied the radio station, and finally those troubles broke out. Fortunately, the local garrison dealt with it in time, and the chaos
It's under control...that's just the way it is."
General Guion sneered.
"Does the command accept your statement?"
Facing General Gulion, who was pressing forward step by step, Dickens said angrily.
"Accepted...I reported it to the headquarters as soon as possible. After getting the documents, I dispatched the frontline troops stationed in the local area. Otherwise, how could I have commanded them? In fact, this matter is also a mistake. If
It's not like the garrison made some arbitrary decisions and came up with some kind of Wasp plan, and then an agent from the intelligence department got drunk, so it wouldn't have turned into what it is now."
"An own mistake?" Gulion looked at him meaningfully and suddenly sneered, "...Why do I feel that I am to blame for myself?"
Captain Dickens's face was a little stiff.
"Sorry...I didn't understand what you meant."
"Sharon, do you need me to say more?"
Guion stared into his eyes with an impenetrable look that made Captain Dickens's finally relieved mood tighten again.
"...You mean medicine to treat the symptoms of trauma? Is there anything wrong with that?"
Guion narrowed his eyes and said.
"What's the problem? Is the content in that broadcast not clear enough? Do you need me to play the backup file to you again?"
"I really don't know about this! The development of the drug was done by the technicians below. As for the hallucinogens, I was not involved. Peter was the one who made the decision... I only found out that he and the local gangs
They got mixed up together. This kind of person is simply the scum of the Weiland people. If I had known earlier, I would have killed him with my own hands!"
When he said this, Captain Dickens had an expression of indignation on his face, as if he really held the gun in his hand.
However, General Gulion, who was sitting opposite him, was sneering in his heart.
Only then did I know it was okay.
He would not be naive enough to think that this guy just heard about this.
Now putting all the problems on the dead is just to stop the losses.
However, what makes him angry is not entirely that these guys from the logistics department are making small moves, but more because they are actually doing business with their enemies!
This is the most intolerable thing for Gulyon.
Even if the Shezhou warlords are accustomed to wandering without attacking and do not pose much of a threat to the southern army's front line, the ever-expanding armed forces are always a hidden danger.
Every gold coin that flows from the Southern Army to Borneo will eventually become a bullet fired at the Weilant people.
However, Gulion is a person who understands the overall situation after all.
Looking at Captain Dickens who was so overwhelmed that he didn't dare to take a breath, he finally let the moth down gently.
Firstly, he did not have strong enough evidence, and secondly, the frontline troops could not afford the risk of the logistics department failing, and he himself had to worry about this guy's connections in the headquarters.
Now is not the time to deal with this guy.
When the war is completely won and he has two more stars on his shoulders, he goes to the Triumph City to accept the reward. He will naturally settle the scores with these worms who have eaten everything inside and outside.
"I have two requests. First, all drugs containing snake grass ingredients, whether it is Sharon or other things, should be removed from the list of the logistics department."
"Second...I won't explain clearly, you know it yourself."
General Guion gave Captain Dickens a meaningful look.
Dickens knew that he was hinting at a deal with the Snake State warlord, so he nodded nervously.
"clear……"
No matter what, you have to get through this hurdle first.
After receiving Dickens's promise, Gulion nodded, picked up the pen on the table again, and waved it lightly.
"It's okay, you can go."
The Air Force's bombing plan for Tiandu was not carried out smoothly, and they only destroyed some useless and rotten houses.
He needed to draft a new plan and then seriously think about how to win the current battle, but he had no time to waste precious time on these bugs.
Dickens breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was soaked in cold sweat.
Walking towards the stairs, he cursed in his mind.
What a bluff, you want to scare me with a broadcast?