Chapter 112 Massacre
Jilan carried the ax and returned along the way he came.
He was walking on the bridge across a tributary of the Fonden River.
Scattered private carriages began to appear in the field of vision, rushing towards them. Most of them belonged to the upper-class families in Brak City. They were lucky enough to escape the first round of bombing and the massacre by federal soldiers, and were fleeing like crazy.
The crackling reins kept shaking, and the horses ran wildly in pain.
The wheel hubs rubbed and collided violently on the ground, and the car swayed.
These carriages paid no attention to the young people walking back. As the two sides passed each other, Gilan also caught a glimpse of the middle-aged gentleman, lady and the middle-aged gentleman and lady hugging each other inside the curtains of the carriages blown by the wind. Miss.
And the look of horror on their faces.
Boom——
Boom! !
Boom! !
Jilan stopped suddenly and turned to look to the left.
In the distance, towards the train station west of Brak City, they were being bombarded by the giant airship.
Fine black spots fell like rain on the horizon, and a burst of thick smoke rose into the sky.
He didn't need to look at him to know how the residents of Brak City would rush to the train station in panic during the sudden war, and how crowded, noisy and chaotic it would be there.
It is unknown how many people will die in this wave of bombings.
Vivid human lives seem to be like a string of worthless names at this moment, being indifferently erased from the world by invisible hands and tangible weapons.
Some people remember, or some don’t.
In short, just disappeared from the world.
“Gulu.” Ji Lan stared blankly, his Adam’s apple rolling.
This is war...
Crutal, extreme, and destructive.
It is the highest form of struggle carried out by human civilization through violent means.
A strong hatred and disgust emerged in his heart.
In his previous life, he was in a peaceful era, and he could only see the pain and damage caused by war through the Internet, history and artistic works... But it was not until he experienced it in person that he understood how terrifying it was.
Boom! !
Puff puff puff! !
Jilan turned to look to the right.
On the Fengdeng River in the distance, several medium-sized ferries were sunk by bombs dropped by bombers, causing water splashes everywhere.
Da da da da da! !
Tracer bullets fell like rain, sweeping across the river in an arc.
Some fishing boats fleeing were fired upon by heavy machine guns.
Gilan could not see the people on the boat, nor could he hear their voices, but he could not help but think of the miserable scenes in his mind.
At this time.
He saw a seagull flying across the river. On the beach, there seemed to be two other larger birds, watching all this quietly, and then turned to look at him quietly.
Jilan's breath hitched.
He felt that the sky was getting darker.
The right hand trembled slightly, and the thumb touched the sapphire ring on the middle finger. Jilan said hoarsely with a dull face:
"Weiwei."
"Master..."< br>
A palm-sized villain escaped and sat on his shoulder.
The familiar looked a little sluggish, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered, but Jilan didn't care so much and just gave a strong order:
"Possession."
"Master? Whose body is attached to...?"
"Mine!"
Weiwei was startled, but she didn't dare to disobey her master's order. She gritted her teeth and penetrated Jilan's body.
Whoosh!
The next moment.
Gilan's bloodshot dark blue eyes were filled with pure darkness in an instant, revealing unspeakable madness.
Bah!
He took out the only remaining stimulant he had collected from the purification team and stabbed it directly into his neck.
Soon, Jilan felt the blood all over his body surge rapidly. The heart was beating wildly.
The increased energy in Tu increased the murderous intention in his heart.
It was like the flame, the raging flame, rising and swaying vigorously, trying to devour all the enemies who destroyed the beauty in his heart!
Gilan is not so arrogant as to want to fight against the federal army on his own, but he wants to do something to comfort his friends!
The appearance of the middle-aged officer suddenly appeared in his mind.
Light eyebrows, narrow eyes, indifferent expression.
Jilan raised his head. His gnosis, which was much higher than that of ordinary people, and with the unique power of the familiar, established a certain connection with the officer and locked him with some mysterious means.
Bang!
With one step of his foot, he shot out like an arrow.
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Braque City, Daffodil Square.
A group of well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, old men and women, are being escorted here by a loaded federal army.
They either begged for mercy, threatened, or responded with indifference and hatred.
However, they were unable to withstand the arrogant pushing of the soldiers. In the end, they were lined up and knelt down, and then fell into a pool of blood under the volley.
"Colonel Jordan, some soldiers discovered the situation in the local poor area."
A hat-wearing second lieutenant strode forward, stood respectfully beside the thin officer and said.
The middle-aged colonel with light eyebrows and narrow eyes was holding a black cane and smoking a cigarette. He glanced at him and said:
"What's going on?"
"There are two teams investigating. He disappeared for no apparent reason while visiting a scrap recycling depot. Lieutenant Nuno, who was performing a 'cleanup' there, suspected that the scrap depot might be a hidden military base in Brak City. "
The second lieutenant reported the truth.
Colonel Jordan thought for a moment and threw away the cigarette butt.
"Second Lieutenant Bourne, take your team with you, and notify Captain McCarty to dispatch his third assault regiment to support."
As he said that, the colonel walked forward with his cane in hand and looked He didn't even glance at the pile of corpses behind him.
The second lieutenant nodded in agreement, raised three fingers of his right hand together in a palm position, raised it diagonally in front of his left eye, and performed the unique federal military salute of "left eye diagonal knife".
"Golden Guards, follow."
The colonel boarded a compulsorily requisitioned carriage and said indifferently.
The adjutant rode in front.
Four tall soldiers followed closely behind the carriage, running with them.
These four people are nearly two meters tall and have a burly build. Although they are also wearing brown military uniforms, they appear to be too tight and inappropriate. They wore thick steel masks on their heads, and the gas filters were connected to two thin tubes, leading to a strange device like a gas tank behind them.
The exposed skin is pale green and covered with seams.
After receiving the notice, nearly a hundred soldiers from the assault group led the way.
The carriage is in the center and the guards are behind.
On the left and right sides are Lieutenant Bourne's team.
After the group entered the slum area, Colonel Jordan put on a gas mask. Through intelligence, he already knew that there was a plague in this area.
After a while.
Intense gunshots came from the front.
"Sir, it's the local police station and garrison."
The adjutant drove the carriage slowly and slowly, turning his head to Colonel Jordan behind him.
The colonel waved his hand.
"The defense force of Brak City is vulnerable."
His deep eyes glanced into the distance, looking at the moving figures on both sides.
"The Imperials are too superstitious about the 'Steel Wall Fort' in Lech Mesa and put all their chips in the fortifications. The garrison of this small border town is weak and will soon fall in the face of a sudden attack..."
"Admiral Hogney's guess is accurate. They have already lost the first move in this game."
With the colonel's words, the situation ahead has become clear.
The counterattack organized by the Mangrove Street Police Station and the local garrison quickly retreated under the suppression of the federal army.
The fat Director Hashem dodged towards the bunker while shooting with a ferocious face and screaming sharply.
However, all the bullets fired were blocked by the individual shield vehicles pushed by the federal soldiers. The shield car is only 1.5 meters high. It is made of steel and is finger thick. The three steel plates on the front, left and right sides are welded together, and there are two pairs of wheels underneath.
The federal soldiers hid behind, moving and shooting through the small port of the shield car.
Not long after, Director Hashem fell to the ground under the crossfire of four or five bolt-action rifles and died on the spot.
(End of this chapter)