boom!
With a terrifying loud noise, a nearby small building fell down and turned into ruins.
Somewhere far away from the front line, the commander of the Alliance Fruit "Suppression of Terrorism" was hiding behind layers of armor. While carefully looking at the town with a telescope, he kept sending instructions to the front line using the radio around him: "Push forward! No. Stop!"
A few seconds later, the hesitant voice of a junior officer came over the radio: "But, Commander, there are only a few unarmed men and women in the house in front, and we did not see any armed members of the Northern Front."
"I order you to fire!"
"Can……"
The commander was furious and criticized: "Everyone you see on this road is a member of the Northern Resistance Front. Even if it is a chicken or a dog, it is also a chicken from the Northern Resistance Front and a dog from the Northern Resistance Front. Understand?"
After the assassination plot was exposed, the top leaders of the Alliance Fruit, who were condemned by all parties, were under great pressure and had to shift all the responsibility to the "Northern Arrival Front".
Various departments that originally relied on the "Northern Arrival Formation" to make extra money also felt the tremendous pressure from their superiors. They had no choice but to stop all secret collusion and planned to knock down the Northern Arrival Formation and throw it to the Governor to calm him down.
You won’t know the results unless you check them, but if you check them casually, they are shocking!
What kind of low-level organization with hundreds of people, what kind of ragtag group that can be broken into pieces at the first touch?
This is a rebel army that has tens of thousands of combatants, has influence deep into various border towns, is well-equipped, and has a high will to fight!
In a few more years of development, not to mention overthrowing their rule, at least carving out a small piece of land and fighting against the regular army will definitely not be a problem.
Some of the Alliance Fruit executives who got the accurate information were almost broken into a cold sweat - fortunately, they only resold some light second-hand equipment such as guns and mortars. If these rebels had tanks and armored vehicles, etc. Heavy weapons, the consequences are simply unimaginable.
Without anyone's urging, the senior executives of Alliance Fruit, sensing the danger of destruction, put aside their past grievances in a short period of time and made the decision to jointly send troops.
With the advantage of equipment, he was able to wipe out the already established rebel army in one fell swoop, and by the way, he could also serve as a messenger to the governor. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
After this order was conveyed to the army, the commander felt tremendous pressure.
Although they can rely on their superior equipment to defeat the rebels head-on, once the rebels hide in towns and start fighting in the streets, the situation will become completely different.
First of all, there is a huge gap in the fighting will of the soldiers on both sides. The people on our side are paid to eat and make money. It is okay to fire two guns to fight with the wind, but it is impossible to fight desperately.
Secondly, once they enter a narrow area and start street fighting, their equipment advantage will be lost in an instant.
The local residents hated Alliance Fruit for exporting food while allowing famine within the territory, and hated the various privileges under the corporate system. It would be fine if they did not help the rebels, but expecting them to help Alliance Fruit's army was simply too much. It's a fool's dream.
In this environment, guerrillas will be a nightmare for all armies.
Although the commander is timid and fearful, he is not a fool. There is no way he would just send mechanized troops into the town to die.
Even if the soldiers are forced to attack, they will only gain very few results every day. They will kill dozens or dozens of rebels before they have time to escape.
With more than a dozen people killed every day, can this battle report be handed in?
And with such a strong attack, the battle loss ratio will definitely be very, very ugly.
Low efficiency, large losses, small results...
Faced with such a predicament, the commander naturally had only one option left - to slowly push all the way and level all the places where he could hide.
By the way, kill all the creatures you can see, put them in "Northern Arrival Array" clothes, and then submit them as battle reports.
Killing a chicken means severely damaging the enemy's food reserves; killing a roomful of people means annihilating a platoon of the enemy's main force.
The commander looked into the telescope and saw the town on fire. He softened his tone slightly and said, "I am doing this for your own good...Do you want to go in and fight the rebels in the streets? Do you want to be punished because of poor results?" Send it to a more dangerous battlefield?"
"You are my soldiers, will I harm you?"
After a long silence, a slightly lower voice came from the front line: "It's...sir. I'm sorry."
Morale is so low!
The commander became more determined in his tactics: "Now, execute my orders."
"yes."
boom!
There was a loud noise, and a house that was still smoking was blown to pieces.
…
"Brother! I'll carry you on my back. Come up quickly, the armored vehicle is coming!"
"Cough...cough." The man who was joking with leader Lu Rui dozens of minutes ago was half-lying in a shell crater. He wanted to say a few words, but he coughed up a large pool of blood. After several seconds, he He could barely speak, "Hurry up... get out of here and leave me alone, I can't survive."
Just now, a cannonball fell next to him, and countless scorching fragments seriously injured his body almost instantly.
This is the battlefield, there are not so many miracles, there are not so many gods of war, everyone may be killed in the next second - even if he is a high-level member of the resistance organization.
Not only will the cannonball not avoid him, but it will also specifically greet him.
"Let's go, you won't be able to leave if you don't leave. Lurie should have evacuated to a safe place now..."
The little soldier watched as the vitality of his comrades gradually weakened. Tears finally couldn't help but flow across his face. Confusion filled his eyes for the first time: "We, can we really defeat these steel monsters?"
The man pushed himself up, took out the somewhat obstructive "New World Declaration" from his arms with his bloody hands, and plugged the wound.
"I'm not like Lu Rui... I don't have as much theoretical knowledge as he does." The man held up his eyelids and smiled, "But I know that this battle must be fought. If you want to drive away the alliance fruits and live a good life, the sacrifice is I will definitely pay the price... If I don't pay, then my son will pay, and my grandson will pay..."
"After thinking about it, I'll pay for it."
"It's a pity that I can't read the book the boss gave me..."
"..."
…
Governor's District, Botucheng.
Jiang Sui glanced at the scientific research panel - there were still a few days left to complete the popularization of informatization.
"After the informatization is completed, we can start to consider attacking the Life Unsullied Sect with force."
"The allocation of aid materials to the Northern Resistance Front has been completed and will be sent to them in the near future."
"Haha...Have the people at the Aluminum Association finally discovered that no matter how they lower prices, the market can't make waves?"
"..."
While government affairs are being handled, a brand new holographic screen is broadcasting recent news.
The pleasant voice of the announcer came from the loudspeaker: "According to frontline news, the Alliance Fruit's 'suppression of terrorism' military operation has made important progress."
"According to public information, in an operation a few days ago, they wiped out more than 800 enemy people and killed important high-level enemy officials!"
"Below is a set of photos released by the military..."
Jiang Sui turned his head slightly and looked at a man lying on a pool of blood. He was holding a blood-stained book tightly in his hand and his eyes were closed. He had obviously been dead for a long time.
