Chapter 146: Death

Old Donaldshu was gambling.

In his opinion, every refugee gathered outside the city was a bargaining chip for himself to bet against the forces in the city. It was precisely because of this that he was sure that he could win.

He could not find out how strong the armed forces in Yinyue City were. He could only use his own experience and the weapon configuration of the alert tower, guess and figure out the opponent's general strength. He also understood the huge gap between ordinary people and evolved people, but he did not think he would definitely lose. As for the reason... there were too many refugees gathered outside the city.

Examples of quantity over quality abound in history.

Old Donnashe has been carefully observing Yinyue City's attitude towards refugees. He found that the means used by the city's managers to recruit refugees were nothing more than food and water. This trick was very effective for those groups with few people. However, those large and medium-sized refugees with food were stable outside the city without any intention of accepting the adaptation. The subsequent development of the situation was carried out completely according to his expectations, even better than what he planned. Starting two days ago, all the newly arrived refugees gathered on the outskirts of the city. Everyone was watching and waiting for the final result of the confrontation.

Old Donnashe was the first to respond. According to his order, the Mumford tribe opened up a large area of ​​cultivated land outside the city. It is almost autumn and it is the season for sowing wheat. Only by reserved sufficient grain can we continue to confront Yinyue City. Under his leadership, other tribes also circled their own farming areas. For a time, the entire wilderness was filled with newly turned fields, and the ditches led from the groundwater veins intersected with each other, with no regularity or plan, and shocking ugly scars were drawn on the flat ground.

At today's banquet, Old Donaldsey invited the leaders of all large groups. He must be recognized by these people and unite a bunch of disarray refugees into a powerful force.

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"Hmph! What's so great about evolving people? I want to occupy the entire wilderness with a few broken guns? The ambitions of those people in the city are too great. This land is enough to support millions of people, so why can't I get a share of the pie?" Looking at the lively scene in front of me, Old Donaldsch couldn't help but sneer and nodded secretly.

The refugees are a group of pigs and dogs. Driven by muskets and long swords, they will blindly impact the direction they need according to the intentions of the leaders of each camp. The heavy machine guns on the warning tower are terrible, but the refugees who are swarming can pass through the gaps between the towers, flood the city, and fill every corner of the Yinyue City like locusts. Of course, many people will definitely die in this way, but as long as they get the land they want, no matter how many people die, what is it?

Quantity is strength.

This is also the greatest reliance of the leaders of various ethnic groups.

"Everyone, let's have this cup-"

Unable to contain the excitement and excitement in his heart, Old Donaldshu stood up from his seat and said in a sonorous voice: "For the common interests of each other--"

Applause, roar, cheer... countless mouths emitted various approvals, floating back and forth in the huge tent, forming a deafening sound stream, filling all people's auditory nerves.

"Let the damn bastards in the city get out of this sweet water place-"

"This is the common wealth God has given us, why should they be exclusive?"

"Roar into Yinyue City and kill all the guys who are above you. Let them know the power of refugees--"

The blood mixed with alcohol rolled back and forth in the body. Under the burning of this violent flame, normal thinking and reason were completely submerged. There were red faces with drunkenness, eyes occupied by terrible blood, and the mouth was spitting with strong choking smell of alcohol. The hot and hot muscles urgently needed to find a target to vent their desires... There was actually only a line between the drunkard with a confused brain and the rational wise man.

Being able to become the leader of a large ethnic group requires courage, wisdom, courage and more. Especially in this chaotic radiation world, most refugee leaders have rational thinking to judge each other's strength. They have traveled through many places, seen, and even experienced various tragic fights. Therefore, in general, they will make the choice that is most suitable for their own interests.

Yinyue City has much stronger armed forces than refugees, which is a fact that all leaders recognize. If it were normal, they would have led their respective ethnic groups long ago, either joining or leaving far away, rather than staying on the edge of the guard circle outside the city like now to form a confrontation.

This wilderness is too big, and there is a clean water source without radiation. It firmly attracts people looking for settlements like a magnet. With the huge number of refugees in the heads, the panic and fear of powerful forces accumulated deep in the hearts of the leaders, and finally burst out like a volcano that accumulated huge energy. Under the induction and persuasion of old Donalds, they suddenly realized that they were not as weak as they imagined. The tens of thousands of refugees gathered were enough to swallow the entire city.

"On unity, we can only defeat our opponents and get back what originally belonged to us-"

Old Donnashe roared loudly, and he raised the wine glass in his hand again and greeted the people sitting in the tent frequently. The wrinkled face twisted and trembled under the excitement of psychological stimulation.

"Bang--"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man sitting near his left suddenly exploded without any warning. His white brain and bright red blood were pushed by huge force and splashed in countless directions.

Everyone stared at the man who lost his head in a daze. The change came too suddenly, and they were not mentally prepared at all. They could only sit in their original position, looking at the hands of the headless corpse fumbled back and forth in the air for a moment, as if they wanted to grab a support that could keep themselves balanced. In the end, they could only turn their bodies to the ground in the thick blood mist sprayed from the broken throat.

Old Donnashe stared at the wine glass held in his hand. Due to distance, the man's head exploded, and an eyeball fell into his cup accurately, causing a small wave to burst into the center of the wine. The splashing wine pounced on the old man's cotton robe, leaving a few drops of dazzling red on the soft white cloth.

The polished red wine soaks the round eyes, and the black and white spheres drag a few centimeters of nerves, rolling up and down in the transparent wine sauce, stirring the mellow aging into a glass of demons' favorite bloody drink.

Old Donaldshu's face turned pale, and his hands were trembling violently. He didn't drink much, and his brain's thinking and reaction ability was affected by alcohol. This accurate attack obviously came from a long-range sniper rifle. Any refugee group gathered outside the city could not have such powerful weapons. The only explanation... Those who have been silent in the city finally took action.

The thick felt cloth effectively blocked the sight of the crowds coming and going outside the tent, but could not isolate the dense gunfire and shrill wails from afar. Explosions, cries, gunshots, curses... Countless sounds penetrated the listeners' ears through the curtains, pouring a pot of bone-blowing ice water full of fear on their heads.

The ground was shaking, and dull gunfire sounded like a storm. It jumped into the tent with a terrible metal tremolo, and opened a series of huge and eye-catching death wounds on people who could not avoid it. The dense bullets flew in at an astonishing speed and drilled into the thick wooden poles supporting the tent. In the scattered wood chips and splashed human blood, made of a whole tree of logs, the core tent poles with a diameter of more than one meter made a continuous "squeaking" sound, and with the harsh explosion of gun bullets, it slumped towards the ground.

The collapsed tent pressed most of the people down. Fortunately, the location of the old Donaldshe just coincided with the overturned tent exit, which made him still stand in a fixed position after experiencing the dizzying alternation of light and darkness and dust.

The moment his eyes contacted the scene outside the tent, he had clearly seen dozens of trucks with bulletproof armor rushed into the crowd like hideous beasts and crushed them freely. The machine guns on the roof of the car desperately poured bullets around, and the dense warheads intertwine, ripped out fiercely, and flew out with large pieces of flesh and blood or internal organs. In the middle of the thick dust raised high at the rear of the car, a series of fully armed black figures were faintly revealed. They drove away the refugees who were running around and used bullets to force the panicked people to concentrate in the designated area. If they resisted or hesitated, they would immediately attract a ruthless death shot.

Old Donnashe's eyes shifted with the direction of the refugees crying and escaping. The moment his eyes came into contact with the target, he was stunned to find that four wheeled armored vehicles rushed towards him quickly. One of them rushed directly in the direction he was. The violent engine provided sufficient power for the terrifying armored beast. The thick and strong tires ran over the refugees blocking the front without mercy. Crying, begging, and screaming had no effect. They quickly passed through the huge refugee camp on different routes, and began to patrol back and forth from the edge of the wilderness. In the way of going back and forth, they used machine guns and bullets to force the crowd to escape towards Yinyue City, compressing and eroding the movement space of the refugees bit by bit.

"…It's so scary...I, I, what should I do? What should I do?"

Old Donaldshu's face was as pale as paper, and his stomach was surging, as if he wanted to pour out everything inside. He had not seen the dead, but had never seen such a bloody and cruel massacre scene. He suddenly realized that the so-called plans and strategies were ridiculously ridiculous. The military power of Yinyue City was huge enough to kill all the refugees here, but he secretly felt that the other party was shocked by the huge number of refugees... It was so stupid, I was so stupid.

In the face of powerful force, quantity, courage, wisdom, experience, nothing is useful, everything is just illusion, only force can deal with force. Even an army of 100,000 sheep cannot withstand a ferocious mad lion.

The roaring armored chariot looked like a wild tyrannosaurus. It jumped out of the smoke and dust at an incredible speed, roaring and rushed straight towards the collapsed tent. With the harsh screams of dust that was thick enough to block the sky and metal friction, the huge body suddenly leaned forward more than fifty meters away from the tent. Under the joint obstruction of the brakes choking the tires and the corpse that was rolling past the ground, it stopped steadily in front of the old Donnashew.

The black heavy machine gun pointed at the head of Old Donaldshu. A young Asian man in a tight-fitting white combat uniform jumped out of the carriage and walked slowly over with steady steps.

He is tall and not very strong, but the muscle lines wrapped in high-tune clothing material show almost perfect strength and flexibility. His figure that meets the golden ratio outlines a smooth body outline. His short black hair is combing in a crazy reversal posture and is erected in a erect manner, erecting in a vehement wind.

He was very handsome, and his extremely beautiful face would feel jealous even when a woman saw it. Although there was always a gentle smile between his eyebrows, Old Donaldschul understood that it did not mean goodwill, but a mockery from the corners of the mouth of the angel of death.

Old Donnashe only felt cold in his hands. He knew this person. On the first day after the Mumford tribe arrived in Yinyue City, he accepted the invitation from the city manager and attended a meeting about the group joining the city. This person once showed up at a banquet held after the discussion between the two sides. His name... seems to be Lin Xiang.

He is the actual controller of Yinyue City.

"Growth should be a symbol of wisdom. But what you do is really stupid-" Lin Xiang's smile clearly contained a hint of pity.

Old Donnashe pressed his heart tightly with his right hand. His lips were grayish-colored, and the joints of his five fingers were all blue due to excessive force. His body was even more trembling and he could fall down at any time. The white cover that his left hand clasped against his body seemed to be his last support.

"...please, please... don't...please forgive me, forgive me. I, I am willing to accept any of your conditions--" The confusing thinking leads to incoherent speech, and the brain dominated by fear, finally tried its best to say a slightly smooth request.

Lin Xiang glanced at him lightly: "I don't know where your strange confidence comes from. You shouldn't challenge me, to be precise - you shouldn't challenge this city."

As he said that, he pulled open the leather case around his waist, took out the m500 full of bullets, aimed the thick muzzle at a place next to him that was still moving, and buckled it several times. Soon, the arched felt cloth completely returned to its calmness. Through the torn curtain, a stream of bright red blood flowing slowly could be seen.

It was a refugee leader who was crushed under the tent and had not completely died.

All rights, ambitions and dreams shattered with the harsh and violent gunfire.

Old Donaldshu looked at Lin Xiang, who was replenishing bullets in the wheel with a desperate expression. He finally discovered that the threat of refugees had no effect on the rulers of the city. Silence does not mean weakness, and temporary calm is not the powerlessness in imagination. Only when the wildness breaks out can all the hidden strength be truly displayed.

I understand it too late.

"No, don't kill me. I'm willing to give up everything. The population, refugees, and all the things in the Mumford tribe are yours. Please, please, give me a chance. I, I don't want to die--" Under the terrible shadow of death, Old Donnashe's will completely collapsed. His knees softened, he knelt heavily on the ground, screaming loudly.

Lin Xiang closed the bullet-filled wheel, walked up slowly, pointed the muzzle that emitted the scent of fire and smoke at Old Donaldshu's thin and pale head, and smiled: "You are dead, everything is mine."

"Bang--"

The rough gunshot drowned out the last scream of despair.

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The bloody and mechanical killing completely destroyed the last trace of expectations deep in the hearts of the refugees. Under the cover of armored trucks, the soldiers suppressed the huge group of refugees in a narrow area. The sniper standing on the roof accurately observed the abnormal movements, and bullets burst into bright blood among the crowd from time to time. Every person who attempted to leave or induce or threaten refugees to fight back would be killed on the spot. Several trucks equipped with tweeters ran back and forth on the edge of the encirclement, playing the conditions issued by Yinyue City over and over again. The content of the persuasion was actually food and water, which was also the most tempting thing for refugees.

When the first surrender appears, it means the end of chaos.

All refugees must undergo sanitation and identity identification. This great purge is not only aimed at the gatherings outside the city, but also the refugee leaders who have entered the city are also surrounded and killed in the operation. As Blanche said: "This is a cruel and cruel plan. But we have no choice. Yinyue City needs more people to develop better. Those with strong desire for power are cancers that are parasitic in the city. The only thing we can do is to cut them off."

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