Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1845: Survey
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The rumble of gunfire rang for a day before the citizens of San Antonio felt how terrible the war was. The shock of the bomb landing can make people's internal organs misplaced. The original rioters either panicked all day long, or madly looking for transportation to escape the city.
Chandra was also trapped in the city as a representative of the New York Brotherhood. Zhou Qingfeng's means one ring by one ring, which made him never expect Aurora Legion to operate so fast, and so succinctly, let alone the failure of the American Baath Party so fast.
A lot of negative propaganda has lowered the morale of the Baath Party army to the extreme, and a large number of rebellion incidents have made the Baath Party army suspicious. Many people who hadn't thought of surrendering lay down their weapons in a confused way, and they piled up with the crowd.
When the smoke continues to rise in the city, Chandra can only stay in the residence provided by the Baath Party. He dared not run out and could only contact New York for help, while paying attention to Aurora Legion satellite TV to obtain the latest battlefield information.
The propaganda department of Aurora Legion has done so beautifully in this conflict. It is the overwhelming TV coverage that caused the originally stable Baath Party to collapse in just one month.
Be aware that when Victor Hugo announced that it would dominate the United States, most people were startled, but not many people were really serious. But now he has to occupy several states in the southwest of the United States, of which Texas and California are the key.
When any conjecture and prediction have become a foregone conclusion, North America can only recognize it. You have to know that it took half a year before the Aurora Legion to turn over the "Independence Order". This time, the more powerful Baath Party only took one month. Fight only one day.
This is terrible. Many people need time to digest the impact of this reality. Before Aurora Legion started, everyone felt that I was big and rich in the United States, with a large population and strong military. Who dares to mess with it?
While waiting for the Aurora Legion to ruin the American Baath Party, everyone felt in a horror that my big American is really suffering from many internal problems and many ills. Regardless of political system, economy, military, and even culture, there seems to be a big problem.
The battle in the city lasted day and night, and Chandra stayed in the residence for a day and night. Chandra himself was calm compared to the anxiety of his men. He first stayed on the TV to watch real-time news, and after a water and power outage, he went to sleep peacefully as recommended by the host.
Wait until the next morning, Chandra walks alone into the streets of San Antonio, planning to see the actual situation.
At this moment, the fierce fighting has stopped, but the small stocks have not been able to escape. The Baath Party is still fleeing, and the gunshots can still be heard from time to time in the city. As soon as Chandra walked out of the house, he saw that the streets were covered with sentries. Aurora Legion had indeed controlled the city.
"Old man, go back immediately and don't stop on the street. We are cleaning up the city. It's still dangerous outside." The soldier responsible for the martial law of the city aimed at Chandra with a gun, but he was kindly advised to see him as an old man He doesn't want to come out.
There are a lot of broken debris on the street, either bricks or glass, as well as all kinds of belongings that were discarded in a panic, all left by the citizens during the chaos yesterday.
Chandra stood in the clutter with her hands up and shouted: "I am a diplomat, I am from the Brotherhood of New York, and I want to see your sir."
As a senior political adviser of the Brotherhood of New York, it is a very important and urgent task to evaluate the upcoming rule of Aurora Legion in the Baath Party site. Chandra will not miss this opportunity to visit the field. Soldiers, residents, prisoners of war are the objects of his research.
I heard that they were diplomats of the Brotherhood of New York, and legionnaires stationed on the street allowed Chandra to approach slowly. After confirming that he did not carry weapons, he was sent to the camp of a high school in the block.
"Which team are you from?" Chillard asked the junior officer of the legion that sent him. He saw the other party as a Mexican and was very curious about his current state of mind. "What do you think of this war? Why did you join the army of Aurora Legion? Are you really loyal to Victor Hugo?"
"We are the 7th Division of the Mexican Defense Forces, and I do n’t have much opinion on the war. As for why joining the Aurora Legion army, this is a natural thing. I ’m already a member of the Legion and ca n’t do without it." Too much talk, and Chandra was thrown away at the camp.
The camps in the school come and go, and there are jeep or pick-up carrying people in and out from time to time. The battalion's environment was a bit messy. Chillard once again identified himself, but was asked to stay with the refugees who were temporarily gathered by the battalion.
The school ’s classrooms are full of panic citizens. Many people are a little bit injured and there are military doctors doing simple treatment. Looking at their numb and frightened faces, Chandra sighed. As soon as he squatted down the corner of the classroom, he asked the people around him: "Do you regret it?"
"What?" A middle-aged man's question to Chandra slightly flustered.
"The propaganda of Aurora Legion is obviously inductive, and the truth of the incident may not be what we saw. We should have other options." Qian Lade said, "but now everyone has lost the dominance of fate."
Citizens in fleeing surroundings seem to have wanted to say something for a long time. Some people shook their heads after they stayed for a while: "You mean this conflict? Maybe you regret it, but we do n’t care anymore."
"What do you think of Aurora Legion?"
"I do n’t understand, I only know that they should be very rich."
"Are you really willing to accept an alien ruler?"
"It doesn't matter, I really don't matter now. Just don't fight, just let this **** war stop."
"At least this alien can provide a stable life."
"The commander of the alien army has ruled millions of Americans, but what about the millions?"
"Do n’t you worry that you will no longer be American in the future?"
"There are four races in my lineage."
"I am of Irish descent."
"I am of German descent."
"I am Italian."
"The real Americans are the extinct Indians."
Being pessimistic, negative, self-deprecating, destiny, and no longer praying, this is what Chandra felt among the fleeing citizens. After feeling that these people have experienced repeated tossing, they are mentally exhausted and have no intention of making trouble.
Chandra asked a few people, most of them had no idea to fight. He asked a guy who looked quite stout, "When did you Texan succumb so easily?"
As a result, the other party immediately said angrily, "We are not born fools. Shouldn't the wicked state guys die one by one?"
Ah ..., after hearing this, Chandra's heart was also confused. If the most sturdy Texas cowboys in the United States are tame, who can stand up to stop the expansion of Aurora Legion in the future, and who can stop Victor Hugo from claiming Emperor America?
"Maybe I should wait again, a little patience."
"Aurora Legion is currently only a military occupation, and it is not yet known how to eliminate various contradictions during the future?"
"Bath Party has no way to control Texas, Aurora Legion will also be in trouble."
Chandra thought about it until a soldier came and called him, saying he would send him to the division.
Come out of the classroom where the fleeing citizens were housed, Chandra felt that Texas' future was no longer in these confused Texans. But he walked and walked but couldn't help seeing a beaming person running head-on, rushing into the classroom in a hurry.
"Who is this person?" Chandra asked the leading soldier doubtfully. At this time, the person with a happy face was too rare.
The soldier has n’t spoken yet, and the laughing guy shouted at the entrance of the classroom to hundreds of numb refugees: "Everyone, my name is Xia Locke.
I am the new mayor of San Antonio. I am so happy today because I am finally qualified to serve the voters! "
Ouch, lying on the trough ... Chandra was stunned, and a word came out in her heart-beautiful rape!