Chapter 1230: Chapter 400: When the EMP of a Nuclear Blast Sweeps the Horizon, Only the Thunderous Beating of Human Hearts Remains
The two sides meet at the city road entrance.
The Cuban officer, who was rebuffed, dared not speak out in anger. At first, there were daily airdropped supplies, but after Horizon Corporation sealed off the entire city and established an air defense network, even the airdrops ceased.
The army of over a thousand was stranded here with no resources, relying solely on the hope of rescue from the Europeans; otherwise, the army would have mutinied long ago.
In the tense atmosphere, the defending colonel restrained his furious subordinates, as it seemed these Europeans had likely gone through a fierce battle to break through, which wasn’t easy.
"Let’s all get back into the vehicles; it’s not safe here."
His guess was correct; from behind the buildings on either side of the road, someone was using small drones to monitor their every move.
Assassin 42 and his team watched the footage of Connor and the others and said,
"These must be the team Ruzuo encountered... They brought nothing; what’s the point of going through so much trouble to get into the city?"
Flame Happiness pointed at the box on Lafei’s back,
"See the box he’s carrying? If there’s anything, it must be inside there."
"The box is about the size of a suitcase, not big enough to fit many guns. Is it worth all this effort for them?"
"Maybe it’s some kind of secret weapon."
"What if it’s a battle robot disguised as a pretty girl curled up inside? Hehehe."
"You look more like a pretty girl."
The players chattered endlessly, none able to guess what was inside.
However, Connor and his team’s actions granted the players a golden opportunity.
After deciding to seize the city, 42’s team had been engaging with the city’s surviving residents, listening to radio broadcasts, forming guerrilla squads to launch surprise attacks, unsettling the local garrison to the point they stayed holed up in their controlled areas too scared to venture out.
Now, preparing to greet ’reinforcements,’ the garrison left their stronghold, inadvertently offering 42’s team an opportunity.
The window of opportunity was fleeting, and after a brief consultation for authorization,
pulled out his pistol.
"Notify all squads to prepare for ambush along the way. Since they’ve come out, let’s ensure they never go back. Additionally, mobilize the populace, have them use whatever they can to block all roads around the barracks, cutting off any chances for them to rescue."
"Also, start the live broadcast; support is on the way. Let everyone living under the Cuban drug dealers’ threat see how we defeat these guys."
In recent days, players controlling part of the city’s outskirts transported a significant amount of food and weapons inward. To take full control of Da Haguai awaited just one catalyst.
Now the Europeans had delivered the opportunity themselves.
Meanwhile, the actions of the Cuban drug dealers only pushed the people’s hearts entirely towards their enemies.
With players in action, this small city, ravaged for two months and barely surviving, used its last strength.
Residents initially hiding within buildings began to walk onto the streets, using old furniture, abandoned vehicles, tires, and scrap metal to block roads outside the military-controlled areas, disrupting their exit routes.
The soldiers witnessing this realized trouble brewing, urgently radioing their superiors for reporting the situation while yelling at the residents, even threatening to shoot to force them out.
Yet the guerrilla members inside the buildings acted faster, despite their poor aim, which was good enough for the anxious soldiers.
The two sides exchanged fire wildly, the soldiers retreating back to the barracks in panic.
None incurred casualties, except for one soldier who ran into a pillar in confusion.
Another person drove an armored vehicle attempting a forced breakthrough, but residents hiding on the second floor pulled out molotov cocktails and fiercely bombarded the street ahead, fire engulfing the road.
Furious people shouted at the soldiers, echoing Brother Dao’s words repeatedly broadcasted on the radio:
"Cuba belongs to the people!"
"Get out, you executioners!"
This force was overwhelmingly strong.
The soldiers found those supposedly docile people, easily oppressed lambs suddenly possesses the courage to resist, unsettling them profoundly.
Without any players, the guerrilla squad consisted purely of local young men turning into armed forces driven by anger and hatred. If left unguided, this force could likely morph into the next warlord faction.
Nine out of ten warlords in Africa who mistreated people emerged this way.
Fortunately, those who came weren’t just dropping trouble and leaving chaos before patting their backs clean.
As soldiers were driven back to the barracks by their actions, the guerrilla members hadn’t been elated long before one waved a terminal and shouted:
"Look! The mercenaries are broadcasting live, they’re attacking Harrison’s forces."
Upon hearing this, the guerrilla team crowded around to observe the small terminal, no longer bothered by the barracks soldiers.
Most guerrilla members lacked the chance to install exoskeletons, many so impoverished they owned just a couple of outfits.
They focused fully on the footage showing 42 standing on the street, his big bald head gleaming like a light bulb under the sun.
The team of players and part of the guerrilla members engaged the defending forces on the road.
The leading two tanks fired their main cannons crazy at the surrounding residential areas, with 120-caliber shells exploding house after house, electric machine guns spewing bullets as if cost nothing.
Dust covered the entire road, bricks, and debris flying everywhere.
Soldiers dashed into the bombarded buildings, attempting to wrestle control from the players, gunfire erupting in stairwells, kitchens, and toilets.
The brutal nature of urban combat lay in every inch fought over; a toilet, a storage room could easily conceal enemies.
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