Chapter 813
“Anti-establishment members, reactionaries, counter-revolutionaries.”
Rows of armored vehicles.
Engines heating up.
Gun barrels adjusting angles as if ready to fire shells any moment.
Scientifically crafted horses.
Iron-clad mounts.
Tanks.
“There are Anti-China terrorists in this city. They undoubtedly exist and are more hostile than anyone towards China.”
The person leading the countless armored units says.
“They reject the One China led by the Communist Party of China. They are fools who don’t even grasp the simple truth that while they are weak when scattered, united they could regain the power of yesteryears. These reactionaries stir chaos only to seek their own advancement, turning a blind eye to the possibility of united strength.”
Ominous eyes.
Suppressed malice, ready to erupt at any moment.
“They will raise their flags and make their claims. They’ll offer various reasons, packaging them convincingly, but no fanciful rhetoric can compare to a single principle. We know the unwavering truth, the development of this nation we are experiencing firsthand, and the light that is gradually being reclaimed. Yet they seek to mislead the populace; you must remember that ‘nothing is valuable unless it is one.'”
The person presumed to be a general addresses the soldiers he brought.
“Thus, what exists in this city are undeniable enemies. They may take on human forms, but they are no different from insects within the body, parasitizing the vast system of China. They act as poisons that wish to weaken and kill you.
Act solely on command, with conviction.”
And then he swings his command staff violently, shouting.
“Exterminate them!”
A short, intense command.
Dududududud.
Kugugugugu.
With that, the heavy sounds begin to echo.
Tanks that had been idling with engines on start moving as if waiting for this moment, and the self-propelled artillery and tanks in the rear are prepared to unleash shells and missiles at a moment’s notice.
In the sky, a shining satellite becomes the heavenly eye to support them, and drones swarm into the city with a buzzing sound.
Beeeeee!
Beeeeee!
BEEEEEE!
Boom-!
A warning sound reverberates, fierce enough to tear apart eardrums.
The huge sound, like a swarm of insects, is enough to shake one’s body with fear and breathes life into the lethargic streets.
“Ugh!”
“AAAH!”
Under continuous control, the powerless people start to jump up as if they had never been weak before, and their earlier faltering steps vanish as they squeeze all their strength to hide themselves in alleys.
Crash!
Sometimes they run frantically, colliding with something and falling, and out of fear from the noise-making drones chasing them, they run blindly, only to slam their heads against walls and faint right there.
Boom-!
Why escape when you haven’t done anything wrong?
Such a question would be foolish.
As the Book of Documents states, when jade and stone are burned together.
When the Kunlun Mountain catches fire, jade and stone are both consumed.
To stand idle, mistaking oneself for a piece of jade as unseen calamities approach, is as foolish as thinking, “I’ll be fine.”
Isn’t being near a cruel man akin to receiving the same thunder?
So even if it means having some part of your body shattered, fleeing in the face of such danger is the right answer.
If you don’t want to be foolishly caught off guard, this is the way.
Boom-!
Thus, countless people vanished like water draining away.
Those who lay powerlessly on the streets disappeared as if a thorough cleansing had been done.
What remains in that place is only trash and dust.
It resembles a ruined city.
Dududududud.
Thus, a tank enters the now empty street.
Entering with a heavy sound, the tank roared like a mythical beast and crushed the asphalt and paving stones beneath it, moving forward.
They surely know it costs money to replace those ruins, yet the tank charges recklessly through the city.
As if saying that far more important matters await.
In such a scene, people became certain.
Something must have happened.
If they don’t hold back, it will all end.
People held their breath.
Typically, when something happened, they would rush to elevate their social credit scores, but in this unprecedented situation of the military bringing tanks into the city, they simply held their breath.
It felt like watching a pressure cooker just before it blows up….
“Counter-revolutionaries detected—!!!”
Bang-!!!
At the moment a bullet was fired from the drone that soared into the sky with a roar, the pressure burst.
“AAAH!”
“Ugh!”
“Don’t scream, don’t scream!”
“Huff, huff.”
One person falls to the ground, a small hole through their head.
Their ragged clothes, filled with grime, hit the ground, picking up dirt while blood seeps in, gradually changing color.
Blood.
The blood of a man who died instantly slowly began to flow across the ground.
The sticky red trickling through the broken paving stones.
That vividly red color and the horror emanating from it.
It is a sight one cannot wish to believe is reality, yet also a spectacle that one must accept as reality.
How can one claim to be detached from the reality of what just unfolded?
And from that single gunshot, the massacre by the military began.
“Exterminate the counter-revolutionaries! Hunt down the subversives! Annihilate the anti-establishment members! Capture the Anti-China terrorists—!!!”
“Counter-revolutionaries!”
“Exterminate them—!!!”
Bang-!
Bang-!
Bang-!
A series of gunfire erupts.
The rifles held by soldiers begin to spit fire, bullets flying everywhere.
The bullets are aimed at the people in shabby clothes.
Those called the poor.
“Ugh!”
“I—I’m innocent! I…!”
Bang-!
Bang-!
Bang-!
Some raise their hands in surrender.
Some shout at the top of their lungs claiming innocence.
Some sit down frightened.
Some tremble with their heads pressed to the ground.
Some turn to flee, while others stare wide-eyed at the soldiers.
Yet regardless of their reactions, the bullets show no mercy.
A series of deafening gunshots.
From the guns that soldiers hold, from the barrels mounted on drones, from the snipers positioned on building rooftops.
Countless bullets carve paths, spiraling as they breach human bodies, creating little holes at the front and fist-sized exits at the back.
Those struck become like a beehive, a ragged mess, collapsing to the ground.
Chunks of flesh oozing guts and blood.
Where the footprints of people once trod is now covered in corpses and blood, with what once might have been a street vendor turned to rubble, becoming like a coffin.
Once clean walls now marred with bullet impacts like a pockmarked visage, and sturdy floors transformed hideously as if the flames of war had swept through, sharply broken pieces foretelling the tragedies yet to come. Yet even with those jagged edges ready to slice into flesh, none scream in anguish.
They were already howling with pain from the bullets that had passed through, or perhaps they had their breaths cut off before they could even cry out.
The pile of bodies begins to rise.
Yet the soldiers do not stop.
Zzzz.
With a heavy sound, the gun barrel moves.
The tank that entered downtown turns its barrel and begins adjusting its angle.
And it starts to radiate heat as if it were itching, the noise of the roaring engine resonating like excitement before a great undertaking.
The ones aboard the tank begin to move busily, shells entering the space that ought to be empty….
And then.
Fwoooosh-!!!
A main gun, far thicker and larger than a simple gun, roared with fire.
The shell, moving at a speed faster than the eye can follow.
The shell soared high into the sky, and based on the applied smart system, it adjusted its wings and swiftly moved through the optimal trajectory. Meanwhile, according to the pre-entered program, the propellant mounted at the rear of the shell exploded, increasing its velocity until it reached its target.
Fwoosh-!
Fwoosh-!
Fwoosh-!!!
When a brick wall obstructed its path, it shattered the wall; when a reinforced concrete wall blocked it, it drilled a hole through it.
Thus, the shell pierced through all obstacles until it finally reached its target.
KABOOM-!!!
The shell detonated with a tremendous roar, flames billowing, turning a building into a sea of fire.
