Jason Morgan, who had a swollen forehead, felt that he was extremely unlucky.
He was originally an employee of a small factory in Fuxing City, doing statistical work. I don’t have any special skills or power, so I just do my job and receive the salary I deserve. Life is certainly much better than that of the hungry refugees in the outer city, but it is definitely not rich. He can barely live in a room in the inner city, and with his wife's job, he can barely support his three children.
After the war, his wife didn't know what kind of evil she believed in. She felt that the new government created by the new governor was very reliable. Not only did she go in, but she also persuaded him at home for two days.
“We are literate, can count, have work experience, and can get ahead.”
"It is said that Ms. Oceana was promoted to such a high position just because she could read!"
"The sooner we join, the better. The sooner we join, the sooner we can become big shots."
He eagerly agreed, and after undergoing preliminary political review and training, he was dispatched to the Immigration Bureau of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
At that time, what he thought was that although the conditions were difficult and he had to go out to work in the city, looking at his initial grade of E9, the basic grade quota for him and his wife would be enough to support his family. Coupled with the salary beyond the quota, their quality of life will not be lowered at all than before.
In addition, before leaving this 'business trip', their director, who also just took office, encouraged them by saying that this was a very valuable experience, and if things were done well, it would all be regarded as meritorious service. Those who perform the most outstandingly will apply for the Renaissance Medal, and will give priority to those who come back for promotions or promotions.
Morgan was fed enough by this painted cake. Plus, traveling comes with its own perks, and it’s all a plus. After returning home, he discussed it with his wife, and with her strong support, he signed up that night.
A working group was formed the next day, and a car took a group of them to Major Perbov's army.
When dealing with the first gathering place with a population of about a thousand people, they were a little confused, encountered some difficulties, and had some twists and turns, but in the end they got things done. They were even the first group to complete the relocation work, and received a commendation from the director when reporting to the leadership telegraph.
He was so happy, but he didn't even get any rest, so he was sent to the newly recovered Sanchi Town overnight.
Sanchi Town has a population of more than 3,000. According to the original leader of the town, the name "Sanchi" comes from the fact that there are three large ponds around the town, which can fish out some aquatic products. They mainly rely on these aquatic products to make a living. Some of it is eaten by oneself, and some is dried and made into dried fish and canned food for export. In addition, the location of their town is not bad, and caravans often pass by. After setting up a tavern and providing food, accommodation, leisure and entertainment services to the caravans, the whole town's life was so-so.
According to this statement, the first direction of the working group is that this town can be preserved. It can be used as a trade transfer station and three lakes with good output. It can also be used as an aquaculture site to produce food.
They began to work in this direction.
But after conducting on-site inspections, they quickly realized something was wrong.
It is true that there are "three pools", but they are really three "pools". It can't be said to be a pond, but it can be considered a very small lake if it is full to death. There is a certain amount of aquatic production, but it is obviously not well managed and the output is quite limited.
As for the tavern? There is indeed one, but the total number of rooms is probably about ten. There are about twenty tables in the lobby on the first floor. It is probably not a trading post.
If this was a small village with only a few hundred people, the three pools and this tavern might be able to barely allow them to live a decent life.
But three thousand people?
Are you going to starve to death by doing this?
The people in Sanchi Town lied.
Morgan didn't understand why he lied at first, but on the third night after the army left and they were the only working group left behind, when he went out to urinate at night, he saw boxes of weapons and equipment being moved from the warehouse. When he came out and the townspeople began to arm themselves, he knew something was wrong.
This group of people actually made an appearance of unconditional surrender and loyalty when the front-footed army came, and then began to arm the troops after the rear-footed army left.
Later, he saw a large number of looters entering the town, and they got along well with the townspeople.
Combined with the serious discrepancy between the industry and population size previously investigated, he finally understood that he was entering a den of thieves!
How could those three small pools and one shabby tavern support 3,000 people? They didn’t rely on this at all.
Returning to the transit station on the trade road... They do rely on the trade along the road to make a living, but the way may be a little different from what they thought before.
Opening illegal shops, robbing people... It wouldn't be a problem to say that their livelihood is related to business travel.
In addition, it plunders and extorts other settlements, and serves as a black center to help the looters handle stolen goods, provide supplies, and serve as a foothold to harbor bandits...
Then if we can feed three thousand people like this, it won't be a big problem.
Jason Morgan, who was covered in cold sweat, didn't dare to urinate. He was afraid of being discovered. He sneaked back into the room in fear and told six other colleagues what he had discovered.
Everyone was a little panicked.
Even when the fighting in Fuxing City was at its most intense, they could only listen to the sound of gunfire and feel the vibrations from the orbital bombing hitting the wind farm on the outskirts of the city, and were so scared that they shivered at home.
But when it comes to real physical threats, it's not as clear as it is now.
If you continue to stay any longer, you will definitely die.
No matter what the looters wanted to do, it was obvious that they would not let them go.
The seven people discussed it and planned to escape before those guys came to trouble them and restrict their movements.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
They are not stealth experts, not even soldiers. They have not received any training in this area. How can they sneak out of a town without being discovered?
In fact, they were caught shortly after escaping.
Morgan was hit on the head with two gun butts, making him dizzy. By the time he was almost awake, he was tied up in a room with his colleagues.
He regrets it now, very much.
When I chose to go on a business trip, I was blinded by the pie drawn by my boss and the extra business trip allowance.
I only saw the benefits and forgot how dangerous this wasteland was.
What to do now?
"There is no other way, just wait to die."
The person who said this is quite optimistic.
A true pessimist will say: "Is there any way to commit suicide quickly and painlessly? The looters in the wasteland really cannibalize people, and some are even perverted. In order to ensure the freshness of the meat, they will cut them alive." Roast the meat and eat it..."
Morgan, who had just recovered from his dizziness, was so frightened that he almost fainted again when he heard their conversation.
No, a few days ago I was enjoying a wonderful future life with my wife at home. Today you tell me that I might be eaten alive?
His mentality is broken.
Morgan didn't want to die. He shook his head to think of a way, but he couldn't think of anything. The seven of them were tied tightly and thrown on the ground. It was difficult for them to twist around like caterpillars, let alone find a way to untie them.
It was useless to untie them. They were unarmed, but there were two armed robbers guarding the door.
What to do?
No matter how hard I try, I can't think of a way.
And an even more desperate situation came.
He heard footsteps outside.
It seemed that a few people came over from outside, and then started talking to the guard at the door, and then began to have some arguments.
It's hard to hear clearly through the door wall, but it seems...
"...order...let me come...just these few, right?...kill them...just bury them outside...let them go...no..."
Morgan's face turned pale when he heard these words.
It’s over!
We are coming to execute them!
Just as I was thinking this, the door was opened.
He watched as three gun-toting marauders walked in.
Morgan was terrified.
He felt that everything was lost.
At this time, he could only close his eyes, prepare to welcome death, and pray that he would die more happily later.
But at this moment, he heard the person coming in speaking.
"Leader Terrell ordered me to kill you all."
It's just as I expected... Morgan thought to himself.
Then, he heard another twist, which made him immediately hopeful:
"But I can let you go, but you have to agree to one condition."
Before Morgan could speak, his companion spoke first:
"What conditions?"
The visitor sighed: "I don't agree with Leader Terrell's insistence on going against Fuxing City. Is there anything wrong with taking this opportunity to clear my name and go ashore, stop looting, and be the people of Fuxing City in peace?"
He paused and felt a little frustrated: "It's just that I can't persuade him. So, I took over the task of executing you, but I want to let you go. When Terrell is defeated, you must remember my kindness. If I am captured, you must rescue me; if I escape, I hope you can report my rescue of you and gain a place for us in the new alliance."
Morgan hurriedly patted his chest and said, "This is what it should be! We will definitely do it!"
Several other people also made various guarantees.
The visitor relaxed a lot, and he threw out some clothes: "Then quickly put on your clothes, I can find a route to arrange for my brother to send you out. I also want to find a few corpses to burn, and use them as It’s you, time is of the essence.”
Morgan and others acted quickly.
While quickly changing his clothes, a thought came to his mind:
The previous work in Sanchi Town to promote the new alliance policy turned out to be really effective.
After changing clothes, Morgan and others were arranged to be taken out.
Before parting, Morgan hesitated, but still said: "You might as well come with us. Otherwise, if your behavior of letting us go is exposed, it will be very dangerous."
"If you go together, you won't be able to escape. You have to have my identity to cover you. As for the issue of exposure... I will be prepared."
"Okay." Since people said that, Morgan didn't force it, but just asked another question:
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Reddy Bol."
…
"Redy Bol...are these seven really the seven people from the new alliance?"
Facing Chief Terrell's question, no matter how much panic he felt in his heart, Bol at least managed to keep his face calm: "Of course."
Terrell's green one eye stared at him for a while, and then turned his attention to the other men around Boer: "Then tell me, your Captain Boer, why must you burn the body? ?”
Bol opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Terrell raised his hand to stop him.
"Shut your mouth. I didn't ask you. If you say one more word, I will kill you."
Bol could only keep silent.
However, the brothers beside him were unable to remain calm like him when facing the leader of Terrell, who was always known for his cruelty and cunning.
Terrell looked at these people who were nervous and at a loss, and showed a ferocious smile:
"Say it. Whoever speaks out, I will spare your life."
Finally someone couldn't help it anymore.
A tall and thin guy quickly distanced himself from the other brothers and said, "It's Bol! Bol advised us to do this! He let the man go and said he wanted to leave a way out. , can’t get things done!”
As soon as these words came out, Boll and the tribesmen next to him all turned pale. Some people are fighting with each other and can hardly stand; some people are yelling at traitors; some people are making quibbles...
Bol's eyes were fixed on Terrell.
At this moment, life and death depended on the big leader's thoughts.
When the sound gradually subsided, Terrell slowly took out his gun and said, "What else do you have to say?"
Bol took a deep breath and replied: "I am doing this for the sake of my brothers. If I kill them all, I will have a deadly feud. From now on..."
"You're kind of leaving yourself a way out."
Bol changed his approach and persuaded earnestly: "Big leader, I have been following you for ten years. Many of my brothers back then have died and disappeared. There are not many left alive. We have caused such a big problem." Thousands of people have made a living with us, and we have also unified many surrounding tribes... We have reached the end."
"What else can we do? We can't fight against the previous coalition government, let alone this new coalition government. Didn't you see the army that came to us before? They have armored vehicles! They have Tanks! They have heavy artillery! Do we really want to fight against such an enemy?"
"It is true that we have much more people than them, and we can still calculate mentally and unintentionally. But even if we win, they will come with a second and third army. We can't afford so many deaths."
"What's wrong with taking this opportunity to enter the system of the new alliance? All the brothers have been settled, and you can continue to lead us and be recruited by the alliance to join the army. Look, that one is called Po Major Bofu, you look so majestic coming here in an armored vehicle. You might as well become a general in the future... Wouldn't that be great? I really don't understand why you must continue to be a gangster. What about being a looter?”
What Bol said was true.
Unfortunately... Terrell was completely unmoved.
He whispered: "Are you done?"
"That's it."
"For the sake of your father saving my life, and for the sake of you following me for ten years, I will give you a chance to speak. You know, if you beg for mercy, I will I’ll give you a way out, but it’s a pity that you can say these words.”
He pulled the trigger.
The bullet passed through Bol's head mercilessly.
The raider captain immediately fell to the sky helplessly.
Terrell looked at the other Bol's men and waved his hand in disgust: "Kill all these traitors."
There was a burst of gunfire and no one survived.
Then, Terrell turned his head and looked at the guy who had previously reported Bol.
The man was so scared that he wet his pants: "You...you said you would spare my life."
"Yes." Terrell walked to him and held his head with both hands, "I said it. I will forgive your betrayal, but you killed my good nephew Boer. This crime I never said I would forgive you."
"you……"
Before the guy could say anything else, he felt a huge force coming from him.
Terrell broke his neck while it was still alive.
After the execution, some looters came up and dragged the body away, while some people continued to act as guards. Terrell turned his head, looked at the people who had been watching the show behind him, and grinned:
"In my life, I hate traitors the most, making everyone laugh."
"Nothing to laugh about, the big leader is still kind."
"I don't know how old Bol gave birth to such an innocent boy."
"We have been running rampant in this wilderness for so many years, relying on the guns in our hands and being more ruthless than others. Do you want us to put down our guns and become farmers and workers? I would rather die! "
Among the people behind Terrell were some of the chiefs of his tribe, as well as some of the raider chiefs he had invited from elsewhere. At this moment, they all clamored and praised Terrell for his good killing.
At the same time, between their tacit understandings, there were still some words that remained unsaid.
What Bohr said is not entirely unreasonable. Is the life of the plunderer really so easy?
They burned, killed and looted, but there had to be something for them to rob. If you meet a fat sheep, a relatively wealthy business traveler, or a survivor camp with a certain amount of savings, you can still have a full meal, but these things are not available all the time, and people will not willingly hand over the things. give them. Even if you use a gun or a knife to rob, someone will die.
Even if they have relatively strong force, they will not dare to carry out destructive plundering of many camps, and they must learn to develop sustainably. They will ask those weak survivor camps to hand over their output. But the camps themselves only live like that, so how much can they turn over? In this situation where everyone is having a hard time, the looters can't eat meat and drink wine every day.
Even in Sanchi Town, when the situation is bad, it is common for people to starve to death. The living will eat the dead in order to survive the famine years.
In this case, if what those clerks from the New Alliance said is true, as long as they work, they can have basic food and clothing guarantees, then what's wrong with becoming a farmer, a worker, or even a soldier? ?
This is indeed the case for the looters at the bottom, but it is different for those here.
No matter how difficult the normal situation is, can it still be endured by leaders like them?
No matter what, they are the rulers. They received offerings, and they commanded thousands of raiders, walking and whizzing through the wilderness at will, living happily.
Now that they have entered the new alliance, those middle-lower and lower-class predators can hide their past and live a stable life.
But what about their leaders?
Can you still point out the country and act arbitrarily?
I'm afraid it won't work.
It is almost impossible to expect the leader of a group of plunderers to consider the overall situation and the overall well-being of all his men and give up his own privileges.
However, their minds are not completely controlled by selfish desires and they forget the actual situation.
Of course they knew that in their current situation, even though they had thousands of guns in their hands, it was still unrealistic to confront the troops led by Perbov head-on. There are more people and more guns, but there is a serious lack of heavy firepower. There are only twenty small mountain cannons. Some individual rocket launchers can threaten those heavy armored vehicles, but the risk is too high. Even if all the people are involved, they may not be able to knock out a few vehicles. .
An anti-armor combat team does have the ability to damage an armored vehicle or tank, but the conditions are too harsh. It is not ruled out that they can quietly get closer to a distance of tens of meters, and then two or three armor-piercing rockets will hit the side armor. But the greater possibility is that they were discovered before they could even get close, and then someone came over and suddenly everyone was stunned.
Because of this, they never thought of a head-on confrontation with the New Alliance's army.
Otherwise, when Purbov led the team here, they would not have had to pretend to be obedient.
In fact, Sanchi Town has to be given up.
They are not a serious settlement. If Meshe can say that they don't want that property, those three broken pools, and that broken tavern, then they won't want it. Pull the person's hand out. Where can I sleep in the wilderness outside?
What's so great about fighting guerrilla warfare for a group of bandits who live by robbery?
There are no mountains here, there are some small woods but not many, but the most important thing is that there are a considerable number of urban ruins with a large battlefield area!
That is a place more suitable for fighting guerrilla warfare than any other terrain.
If you have any business, do it; if there is an opportunity for an ambush, attack it; if Auntie's powerful troops come, then hide in the city. I have no home base and no foundation. Could your armored troops march into the ruins of a city to attack me? In the ruins, are some of the armored troops nimble or fast?
However, they still had to fight an ambush before turning into the ruins and into the forest.
After the New Alliance clerks ran away, Terrell realized that Major Purbeuf's troops would definitely come.
Not only did he not let the team run away, but he decided to fight an ambush on the road.
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This chapter is 6k, I will try to write a bigger chapter tomorrow.
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