Chapter 195: Uprising

Looking down from the sky, Yinyue City is like an irregular circle embraced by countless stone buildings, penetrated and entangled by crisscrossing streets.

There were dazzling fires everywhere, and crazy and hysterical shouts intertwined, spreading quickly in all directions. People holding torches rushed back and forth in the streets and alleys, making beast-like roars, and their faces were cruel and crazy, holding weapons such as sticks and axes. Although the power of cold weapons could not be compared with guns and bullets, chopping them can also exert the same effect on the human body. Moreover, this process is more stimulating than simply pulling the trigger and letting the bullet penetrate into the body. The broken limbs, blood splattered everywhere, and the smooth and soft internal organs flowed out from the cracked abdomen... Everything is inducing the perpetrator to secrete more hormones in the body, allowing them to wander between reason and barbarity, bit by bit, and get rid of the way of thinking that humans should have, and gradually become more and more like beasts.

"Swoosh--"

A axe that broke through the air was spinning rapidly. Driven by a huge inertial force, it hit the back of a woman who was rushing to the road with a low roar. The hard axe blade penetrated deep into her shoulders, causing her whole body to tilt suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood on her back, and pounced heavily on the muddy ground.

The woman burst out with a scream that was almost piercing her eardrums. Before the sound was completely calmed down, a man who looked particularly thick and had many scars spread across his face rushed forward, raised his feet, pressed the woman's back, and grabbed the handle of the axe that was inserted diagonally on her shoulder, shaking it maliciously hard. With the sound of the woman's screams that were not as squeaking as a human voice, and the cracks of the bones that stuck the axe were pried open a spacious enough gap. The severe pain made the woman's eyes bulge outward, like a fish that was dehydrated and dying. She opened her mouth wide, and her hands and ten fingers penetrated deep into the cold soil, and cut out clear grooves with bright red blood marks.

Looking at the dying woman under his feet, the fierce man smiled grimly. He bulged his muscles full of explosive power, spat hard into his palms, rubbed them back and forth, raised the handle of the axe high and raised it over his head, aiming at the center of the woman's neck, which was half buried in the mud and water, and slashed it hard.

The sound of metal and bones was immediately drowned by the shouts that broke out from the side. The man flew up and kicked the headless corpse that was still twitching and turned over. He bent down, put his hand into the corpse's corpse's pocket and groped back and forth, took out a few blood-soaked bills, and grabbed the head, which had been rolled by the side, and his eyes remained wide open. He used the axe blade to cut open the hard skull, and inserted his blood-stained fingers into the soft brain and stirred it back and forth until it turned into a bunch of blurry and sticky semi-coagulable body. He grabbed the hair on the side of the head, put the bone block into his open mouth, and chewed and sucked the warm slurry.

There were killing sounds and screams everywhere, and the crowds scattered and scattered burst out from time to time, screaming indescribable whether they were excited or happy. The rioters rushed into any house they were attracted to, and used all kinds of cruel means to kill the original owner, and put everything in the room into their pockets. Large instruments were smashed to pieces, and the wooden goods that could not be taken away were lit with torches. Women were torn clothes and pressed on the bed and raped them in turn... The roar of desire was released, the moan of despair and helplessness, the explosion of the burning flames... The ugliest, the dirtiest, and the most barbaric sounds in the world were all mixed together, floating back and forth over Yinyue City.

The situation has lost control, and refugees who have lost the supervision of armed personnel are doing their own thing in the city. They shouted slogans that were only called "uprising the city lords", "we want to eat", "we want to survive" and other slogans that were only called "uprisingers" in ancient times, break into the homes of citizens with higher social ranks, use violence and barbarity to seize all the wealth they once envied, and abuse other people's wives and daughters... In their words - "This is just taking back what originally belonged to them."

As a temporary commander, Coopert could only divide a small number of soldiers around the convoy to defend against important targets such as grain warehouses, vehicle repair workshops, and power plants. In the case of the inner city, he did not dare to relax his surveillance of the "Claw" convoy. It sounded a bit funny to surround several cars with thousands of people, but he had to do it - no one could guarantee when Boris and Brooke appeared in the city office building. One five-star and the other nine-star, as long as they were willing, they could kill everyone, including themselves. Without other better restraints, the only reliance in Coopert was the heavy truck that was closely guarded by the "Claw" soldiers.

The city became increasingly chaotic. According to Cobert's orders, soldiers' families and members of the management committee scattered throughout the city were concentrated in the food warehouses in the east of the city. Due to social hierarchy and interests, the loyalty of these people was the most reliable. The only thing Cobert could do was to open the door to the weapons storage warehouse, send all the guns and ammunition to them, and use these untrained people to fight against the thugs who called themselves "rebels."

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The gloomy sky covers the wilderness, and the thick clouds seal every passage that every ray of sunlight wants to enter the ground. At this time, there is no longer any basis for judgment in the night or day.

A group of thugs holding torches were rushing around the street in the middle of the house. They were wearing various styles of clothes, from large women's blouses to short men's vests, and the fabric texture was varied. These people carried backpacks of all sizes on their shoulders, and a belt made of strapped around their waists was wrapped around the waistbands. The wrap was bulging and pressed very strongly, and corners formed by hard objects were raised in the middle. Because there were too many things, the backpacks could not be closed at all. They could only spread them to the four sides, revealing a bunch of items that were filled with force, and they were cumbersome and of various types.

Everyone's faces were full of fanaticism and excitement. In addition to torches, they also held various simple weapons in their hands - long-handled knives, steel axes, iron saws with rust stains, and sharp hanging meat hooks... The surface of these things was soaked with sticky plasma, blackened and hardened... Rather than tools made by humans to adapt to the environment, they were directly used for murderous weapons.

Today is a day of great rewards.

Everyone's pockets are filled with what they want. Bread, bacon, clothes, banknotes... Those damn high-ranking citizens are so rich that they can even find luxury goods such as milk and butter in their kitchens. Damn, this is not fair. They are also humans, why can they drink and eat meat, but I can only eat dried cornbread with cold water?

A particularly strong guy walked in front of the crowd. He was wearing a thin shirt, with two buttons on his abdomen clasped together casually, and carrying two huge packages that were obviously temporarily made of bed sheets. While walking, he glanced back and forth at the surrounding buildings with a greedy look like a wolf, searching for all possible targets and valuable prey.

It was very cold and it was snowing.

He seemed to feel no chill. Under his high-rolled cuffs, muscles were tangled, and the veins were filled with beating veins. His forehead was covered with wet and sticky sweat, and a layer of shiny light was leached on the surface of the rough skin. The pleasure brought by robbery and killing diluted the body's fear of the cold. He only felt a frenzy flame burning desperately in his body, and the snowflakes falling from the sky fell on his body, and even felt a very comfortable and cool feeling.

"Big Peter, you got so many fucking things, why don't you think it's enough? Carry another pack and be careful to be crushed into meat sauce--"

A thug following him stared at his heavy backpack and mocked him with a jealousy. A boo and whistle immediately burst out from the crowd.

"You know, this is not enough-"

Peter inserted the knife in his hand into the belt on the waist, and his left and right palms couldn't hold each other. The joints all over his body snapped and said with a grin: "But then again, it's so fucking good today. I fucked four women in one breath, all of whom were beautiful and smooth-skinned. I cut off their livers. They were very fresh and tender-"

"No matter how beautiful a girl is, she is not as good as the daughter of the fat man Luo Bo. That little slut is obviously still a young man. If other men look at her more, the girl would blush. If it weren't for the fat man Luo Bo's bastard who relied on being a high-level citizen and supported by the guys of the management committee, I would have brought that girl over here to taste the freshness."

The talking thug sucked the saliva from the corner of his mouth hard, turned around, and gritted his teeth in the direction of the way he came, "I don't know which bastard was rushing to take action in front of me. When I arrived at Luo Bo's house, everything in the room was snatched away, and the girl ran so hard that she couldn't even find a shadow. Mom was so fucked, she was a big loss-"

"Hehehehe! You should look through the bed of the Robo family. Maybe you can find a few good pieces of tender meat-" Peter smiled sinisterly.

The thug squinted his eyes, frowned, and asked, "Big Peter, what the hell do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple. You are right. That girl is indeed delicious. I fucked her twice and she is still a virgin. The woman is very beautiful. She doesn't want to leave me with anything. I don't want to leave this delicious high-quality product for others to enjoy. Hehehehe! I scratched her face, cut her belly with a knife, and pulled a shit in it... Anyway, I have played enough. Even if there is really a bastard who wants to pick up my leftover hands, it's just a pile of dirty and smelly meat. Hahahaha--"

Peter laughed smugly, his face intertwined with cruelty and excitement. The face of the thug standing beside him was ashen. He subconsciously clenched his fists, and his eyes were in contact with the other party's burly body. The revenge and the desire to kill were suppressed by the contrast of too disparity in power... Finally, he could only scream a few times in anger, and spat on the ground with a gloomy face, his lips tightened, and he never said a word again.

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On the top floor of a small building more than five meters high, a pretty girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and had a pretty face, sat behind a powerful six-barrel heavy machine gun with her eyes wide open, staring at the dense flames gradually moving from the end of the dark street.

She was wearing a set of pajamas with black grid patterns. The size of the clothes that were too wide did not match her thin body. She obviously belonged to another person, but for some reason she wore them on her body. She wore a bright yellow women's leather shoes on her left foot, and wrapped her right foot in a thick towel. Although this could prevent the soles of her feet from being pricked by the thick and hard ground, it could not stop the cold mud and water from soaking the towel, making her whole foot colder and harder.

An old man holding an AK rifle and gray-haired squatted beside him, aiming at the crowd in the distance, and turned around from time to time and stared at her with a rather uneasy look.

The old man was the first armed civilian to obtain weapons. According to the order of the interim commander Cobert, hundreds of city guards were withdrawn from the encirclement, and each of them was assigned to ten or dozens of armed captains. Relying on this temporary force, Cobert began to launch a counterattack against the rebels in the city.

In the bedroom of a small building that was smashed to pieces, the old man found the girl wrapped in bed sheets.

The girl did not follow the rescue team to return to the inner city stronghold. She repeated a sentence desperately - "Weapons! Give me weapons!"

The shouts of the mobs in the distance became louder and louder, laughing, screaming, whistling, and the sounds of heavy objects hitting and collisions of various instruments intersected with each other, becoming louder and louder. The red light shaking on the torches was getting closer and closer and brighter. They did not drag the orange-yellow flame tails like normal flames, but were as dazzling as blood.

There were still tears in the girl's eyes that had not been wiped dry. She bit her lower lip tightly, and strands of blood flowed down from the cracks of her teeth. Her white hands holding the heavy machine gun also highlighted the clear blue-purple veins because she used too much force.

"Da da da da da da--"

The tongue of fire at the muzzle sucked her face full of hatred and reflected the dim light and darkness. The dull and panic-sounding gunshots tore the crowds in the dark into countless pieces. The unexpected mobs were beaten to flee in all directions. Under the crazy shooting with almost no dead corners, the heavy machine guns produced fatal lethality on them. The corpses were lying on the ground in the middle of the street. The machine gun controlled by the girl showed no sign of stopping. The dense bullets still roared into the wounded who fell to the ground, twitching continuously.

The cleared chain jumped out of the side of the gun magazine and fell softly on the ammunition box next to it. The machine gun rim, whose inertia was weakening, gradually became slower. The girl repeatedly slammed the gun, but only heard the "click" sound of air because there was no bullet. She shook off the machine gun tail seat in her hand, grabbed an m92f pistol from the ammunition box piled next to her, and then picked up a military fighting dagger, jumped out from behind the thick stone wall, walked down the simple staircase built with a wooden frame, and walked alone onto the dark street with bloody smell.

"Come back soon, you're dead?"

The old man roared and pulled the machine gun, and connected a new link to aim the aiming camera at the dark street in the distance. Due to insufficient manpower, only he and the girl were guarding this intersection. Although he wanted to rush up and shoot over a few damn mobs himself, he also understood that if the other party rushed forward, the only one who could stop those guys was this powerful Gatlin.

The girl walked forward in deaf ears, and the remaining mobs hid in the corner of the dark walls, gritting their teeth and watching the figure getting closer and closer. Yinyue City has very strict jurisdiction over hot weapons, which makes the mobs unable to compete with the defense forces in terms of firepower. Therefore, they never thought of occupying the city in full, and just wanted to rob more property as much as possible before the management committee could not completely curb the situation, and toss out more women, and satisfy their desires and greed to the greatest extent.

"This girl looks good, I want to fuck her to death-"

The big Peter roared and jumped out of his hiding place. He waved the knife in his hand with one hand and stretched forward with the other, trying to grab the girl's collar and pull it in front of him. Just as the fingertips touched the other person's clothes, he suddenly realized that the girl's pale face and face was twisted by hatred was actually holding a small and delicate gun, a muzzle that slightly reflected the metallic luster, pointing at his chest.

"No—don't kill me—"

Peter shouted wildly, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
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