Gilan picked up the ax and returned along the way he came.
He was walking on the bridge across the Fengdeng River tributary.
Scattered private carriages began to appear in the field of vision, rushing toward us. Most of them belonged to Black City upper-class families. They were lucky enough to escape the first round of bombing and the massacre of Federation soldiers, and were fleeing like crazy.
There was a constant sound of crackling reins, 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 young lady hugging each other inside the curtains of the carriages blown by the wind.
and the look of horror on their faces.
Phew--
Boom!!
Boom!!
Gilan stopped suddenly and turned to look to the left.
In the distance, towards the train station to the west of Black City, they were being bombed by the giant airship.
Fine black dots fell like rain on the horizon, and a plume of thick smoke rose into the sky.
He didn't need to look at him to know how Black City residents 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.
At this moment, fresh human lives seem to be like a string of worthless names, being indifferently wiped away from the world by invisible hands and tangible weapons.
Some people remember it, and some people don't.
In short, he just disappeared from the world.
"Gulu." Gilan stared blankly, his Adam's apple rolling.
This is war...
Cruel, extreme, and destructive.
It is the highest form of struggle carried out by human civilization through violent means.
A strong hatred and disgust welled up 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 wasn't until he experienced it in person that he understood how terrifying it was.
Boom!!
Puff puff puff!!
Gilan turned to look to the right.
On the surface of 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 couldn't see the people on the boat and couldn't hear their voices, but in his mind he could not help but think of the miserable scenes.
At this time.
He saw a Seagull passing over 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.
Gilan's breathing was stagnant.
He felt that the sky was getting darker.
His right hand trembled slightly, his thumb touched the sapphire ring on his middle finger, Gilan said hoarsely with a wooden face:
"Vivi."
"Master..."
A small man as big as a palm escaped and sat on his shoulder.
The familiar looked a little sluggish, obviously not fully recovered yet, but Gilan didn't care so much and just gave a strong order:
"Possession."
"Master? Whose body do you possess?"
"Mine!"
Vivi was startled, but he did not dare to disobey his master's order. He gritted his teeth and penetrated Gilan's body.
Whoosh!
The next moment.
Gilan's bloodshot deep 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 Purification Squad and stabbed it directly into his neck.
Soon, Gilan felt the blood all over his body surge rapidly.
The heart is beating wildly.
The increased energy gradually made the murderous intention in his heart gradually stronger.
Just 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 Federation's 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.
Pale eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a cold expression.
Gilan raised his head, and his Gnosis, which was much higher than ordinary people, had a certain connection with the officer under the unique power of the familiar, and locked him with some mysterious means.
Bang!
With one step of his foot, he shot out like an arrow.
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Black City, Daffodil Square.
A group of well-dressed gentlemen, ladies, old men and women are being escorted here by a Federation army loaded with live ammunition.
They either begged for mercy, threatened, or responded with indifference and hatred.
However, they were unable to withstand the brutal pushing of the soldiers, and were finally forced to kneel down in a row, and then fell to the ground in a pool of blood under the volley.
"Jordan Colonel, some soldiers discovered the situation in the local poor area."
A hat-wearing second lieutenant strode forward, stood respectfully beside the emaciated 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?"
"Two teams disappeared for no reason while investigating a scrap recycling depot. Lieutenant Nuno, who was performing a 'cleanup' there, suspected that the scrap depot might be a hidden military base of Black City."
The second lieutenant reported truthfully.
Jordan Colonel thought for a while and threw away the cigarette butt.
"Second Lieutenant Bern, take your team with you, and notify Captain McCarty to dispatch his third assault regiment to support."
With that said, the colonel clapped his cane and walked forward without even looking 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 Federation military salute of "left eye diagonal knife".
"Golden Guards, keep up."
The colonel boarded a compulsorily requisitioned carriage and said indifferently.
The adjutant is riding in front.
Behind the carriage were four tall soldiers, running with them.
The four men were nearly two meters tall and burly. Although they were also wearing brown military uniforms, they seemed too tight and ill-fitting. 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.
His exposed skin was pale blue and covered with seams.
After receiving the notification, the assault group and nearly a hundred soldiers marched forward to clear the way.
The carriage is in the center, with the guards at the back.
On the left and right sides is the team of Second Lieutenant Bern.
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 sideways and saying to Colonel Jordan behind him.
The colonel waved his hand.
"Black City's defensive strength is vulnerable."
His deep eyes glanced into the distance, looking at the moving figures on both sides.
"The Imperials are too superstitious about Leitch Mesa's 'Steel Wall Fortress' 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..."
"Hogni General's guess is accurate. They have already lost the first move in this game."
Following the colonel's words, the battle ahead became clear.
The counterattack organized by Redwood Street Police Station and the local garrison was quickly defeated under the suppression of the Federation 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 vehicle pushed by Federation soldiers. The shield vehicle was only 1.5 meters high, made of steel and finger-thick, with three steel plates on the front, left and right welded together, and two pairs of wheels underneath.
Federation 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.