The battle lasted a long time.
Robert sat inside the armored vehicle and witnessed the entire battle.
The missiles falling from the sky instantly obliterated the convoy that was escaping from several strongholds.
Then, supported by flares and armored vehicle lights, the coalition forces advanced into the various strongholds.
As predicted before the operation, those still remaining in the stronghold are mostly slaves or people used for other purposes.
The allied forces captured these places with almost no resistance.
Although the Allied soldiers had become somewhat accustomed to what was happening in these outposts after a day of labor camps, they still felt uneasy about it.
It wasn't because these slaves were so miserable.
Speaking of tragic situations, we all come from a post-apocalyptic world, so we've seen plenty of horrific scenes.
Rather, it's because these places, besides being tragic, often contain the extreme evil of human nature.
This is what really makes people uneasy.
Despite their discomfort, the soldiers checked the identities of all the rescued people and arranged treatment. During the process, they couldn't bear to look at these poor people even once, for fear that their gaze would hurt them.
This was the most time-consuming part of the entire operation.
In addition, there were battlefield strikes.
Considering the mention of biological and chemical weapons in the intelligence, the Mutual Aid Society Alliance carried out harmless treatment of the bombing site and conducted continuous monitoring, but no abnormalities were found.
All of Newt Gang's strongholds were thoroughly searched.
Finally, a large canister of sarin gas was found at headquarters, confirming their possession of biological weapons.
After the canister of poison gas was handed over to the biological and chemical defense team for disposal, the entire operation was declared over.
The Newt Gang, which dominated the entire San Francisco city area, was completely wiped out without any chance of fighting back.
They were moving so fast that they couldn't even react.
Over the next two days, the soldiers stationed in the city frequently apprehended Newt Gang members returning from other places with unknown circumstances.
In short, the era of the Newt Gang is over.
The survivors hiding in downtown San Francisco felt this most deeply.
Since the bombing that night, there have been no more madmen driving around the streets "hunting" every day; instead, there are tanks and armored vehicles.
Despite the shared fear of these mysteriously originating Eastern...
People, but at least they won't go chasing after someone like madmen, shouting as they chase after them, just because they see a figure in the distance.
They could even walk right in front of them without any problem; the mysterious Eastern warriors would politely stop their armored vehicles and let them pass first.
Of course, being polite means not showing your gun in front of these people.
During this time, the survivors, like rats emerging from the sewers, scavenged for supplies in every corner of the city.
Just as everyone was speculating how long this "peace" would last.
One morning.
As they had expected, change occurred.
"What's that?" Jack, who had previously interacted with the Allied soldiers, was dragging a basket when he suddenly noticed what appeared to be a pile of things in the square ahead.
A pile of millet?
His companion nudged him, also pointing at the square. "Is that rice? White rice?"
Jack stumbled from the impact and yelled angrily, "Hey, I know, I can see, damn it, don't touch me!"
The two of them looked ahead carefully together.
In the middle of the square, a huge tricolor tarpaulin was spread across the ground, and rice was piled up on it to form a tall white tower.
Near this large rice tower, there are also armored vehicles and tanks, as well as four makeshift combat bunkers.
Fully armed soldiers are on duty inside.
From nearby high-rise buildings, soldiers can be seen controlling strategic points.
It was precisely because of the presence of these people that no one dared to go forward and loot all the rice.
Besides Jack and his companion, many other survivors were watching from the shadows. Just looking at the pile of white, pearl-like rice made many Barry them salivate and their stomachs rumble.
Even in San Francisco, not all survivors were able to live a "good life".
Generally speaking, finding some leftover food from the old days is already considered very good.
Most people survived by eating rats, tree bark, and even grass.
Seeing so much real grain now, if it weren't for the dark muzzles of the tanks pointing directly at them...
These people have probably gone mad long ago.
Remembering his previous experience, Jack mustered his courage and approached. "Hey, are you guys organizing some kind of charity event?"
Just then, a white man, also fully armed, emerged from inside, carrying a standing gun.
The sign stands in front of the tall rice tower.
Then the white man gestured for Jack to come over and see what was written on the sign.
Jack glanced back at his companion to make sure he was still there before stepping forward and reading the English part aloud:
"Weapons and ammunition can be exchanged for an equal weight of food, with no limit on the amount exchanged, for a limited time of five days?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the pistol at his waist, his hand involuntarily twitching slightly.
However, he immediately sensed a murderous aura.
Jack looked up and found the large white man staring at him with a dangerous look, his hand already touching his rifle.
Seeing the other person's practiced movements, Jack immediately realized what was happening and pulled his hands away from his waist as if he had been electrocuted.
Then the big white man pointed him to a place, "Separate the bullets and throw them into that basket, then come here to get your food."
"Thank you," Jack said immediately.
Outside the square, many people had already seen the large characters on the sign through binoculars.
However, everyone is still observing with their bellies in hand.
They watched as Jack tossed the two pistols into the weighing basket, then walked back to the tower of rice.
The white man took a large shovel, scooped out a whole bag of rice, and handed it to him...
Jack took his share of rice and couldn't resist kneading it. He could clearly feel the grains inside, and there was a faint, powdery fragrance.
He thanked them and was about to leave to find more old weapons to exchange for food.
But the white man called out to him.
"Aren't you afraid of being robbed if you take the rice back like this?"
Jack was about to say that his companions still had guns, but he glanced outside and seemed to see countless eyes in the distance, like a pack of wolves in the night.
He immediately realized—
His companion had a gun, but the other survivors had even more guns!
"Then what should I do?" he asked, following the other person's lead.
The white man chuckled. "You and Rice stay here. Send your companions back and move all of you here. We'll arrange accommodations for you."
"Once you stay in the area we arrange, we will be responsible for the security of the entire area, prohibiting all theft, robbery, and higher-level crimes."
Hearing this, Jack seemed to understand what these mysterious people were thinking...