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The federal army has combat drills for street fighting.

Considering that it will inevitably be invaded in the future... No, it is possible to be invaded by other countries. The long east coast actually does not have any resistance.

It is impossible for the Federation to build the entire coastline into a defensive line that cannot be landed. The only thing it can do is to build some fortifications to delay the landing of the enemy as much as possible.

But in the end, the enemy will definitely land on the territory of the Federation. If the war has progressed to fighting the enemy at the door of the house, it means that the Federation's navy is completely finished.

Without the suppression and coordination on the sea, the only thing that can be done is to put the enemy in, and then launch street fighting to annihilate the enemy.

In particular, the marine and land stormtroopers have the most content related to street fighting in their daily training.

Sanchez said some people and some places, which made the colonel a little impatient, "I don't know these people or these places..."

He took a map from the adjutant’s hand, took a picture on the table, and then dropped a marker on the map, “Now you use this pen to circle the target we need to attack, so that it’s against both of us. It will be very convenient."

Without thinking, Sanchez circled two places on the map with his left hand, and then looked at the colonel, "In this city, there are only these two gangs. If you eliminate them, I can gather the remaining power of the city. To turn them into my people."

The upper limit glanced at the map and recruited several subordinates. They all took out a smaller map and circled the place Sanchez circled.

After assigning the work, the sky was already a little bright at this time, and the colonel asked, "Anything else to add?"

Sanchez shook his head, "No more."

"Very good, then let's get started!"

...

Lokas is the leader of the Eagle Gang. The last leader of the gang was his brother. His brother died in an attack, so he became the new leader. It was like a family business.

It's not that no one else wants to be a leader, but at least one has to be rich.

The people here are very realistic, whoever has the money, follow whoever.

Ambitions, dreams, etc., are not worth a penny here, and no one will sacrifice their lives for ambitions or dreams of worthless things.

You want those people to stand beside you with guns to block bullets. First of all, you have to come up with money that can make them willing to do that.

It is said that it is a gang, but it is actually working towards the goal of a small warlord. This is the common dream of the Lokas family, including his dead family, to become a warlord, with a large number of manpower, and to become the supreme ruler of a region. .

The bottom of Marillo is too bitter. It seems that their world has been full of poverty since they were born. Many people's annual income is only 20 or 30 yuan after being converted into the Federal Sol.

Many people do not have a stable income. They are short-term or temporary workers. It is not easy to find a job. What is even more confusing is that they always use the money they earn for gambling.

Here you can often see children without clothes running around on the street-there are males and females, at most they wear a small trousers that can’t be smaller. There are some reasons for being younger, and more They can't afford to wear clothes.

It sounds incredible, why some people can't afford to wear clothes, maybe they are thinking about it.

Good fabrics are given priority to the earning members of the family, and then labor. Family members such as children who are incapable of labor and cannot bring income, and often soil and damage their clothes, have no need to wear clothes.

When they are older, there may be some clothes eliminated by older brothers, sisters or parents, but they did not have them when they were young.

In short, it is very poor here, and people's lives are very difficult.

The Maloris had set many rules at the beginning. For example, only the Maloris can be officials and enterprises can be established. The Maloris are just the sordid species dominated by the Maloris, and they are only qualified to engage in the dirtiest and inferior jobs. .

This has also led to a high concentration of wealth in the hands of certain people. These people are the real rulers. They don't care about the life of the people at the bottom, so those Marilos gave them a big surprise.

If someone is unwilling to be destitute and poor all his life, the best way is to use his life to create a future.

This is also the main reason for Marillo's current situation. The bottom layer who had been oppressed for too long stood up, and they sounded the horn of freedom...

But in fact, people's lives have not changed. People are still too poor, so poor that they can't get any money from robbery outside!

The warlords only care about making money for themselves, they don't care how ordinary people live. Those Marilos who stand up seem to have become new Maloris, and the world has become a mess.

I thought that some people, those rebels who stood up, would change Marillo's status quo, but what people did not expect was that they pushed Marillo into the abyss again.

Being born in this era, being born in Marillo, is perhaps the saddest thing in the world.

But those who have been born can only find a way to change their destiny by themselves.

Lokas, who personally hosted the "Glory Kill" yesterday, drank too much and was resting.

"Glory Killing" is a very religious and ceremonial method of killing. It is not just a simple killing to vent anger, but also has some profound meaning.

It's like those corpses hanging from street lights. Hanging them there is not to scare anyone, but to do so to meet a specific need.

glory.

Or whatever.

The sleeping Lokas was a little thirsty, and when he turned over, he heard some sounds he had never heard before.

tongtongtong...

It was like... He opened his eyes and listened carefully, like last winter, he put a bottle of cork milk from the Commonwealth on the stove to heat it.

He intended to heat it up a little bit. No one likes to drink something too cold in winter.

But he quickly became affectionate with the girls, and then forgot the milk bottle in the stove. I don't know how long it took before he heard this sound.

Tong's sound.

When he walked to the kitchen, the cork that was hard to unscrew flew to nowhere, the milk splashed out, and there was a strange smell in the kitchen.

At that time, it was such a sound, like the sound of a rapid jet of air hitting something on the wall.

Does anyone boil milk?

That silly beep must have no idea to unscrew the lid first!

Later, someone told him why this happened. He didn't remember why it happened. He only knew that before heating the milk in the glass bottle, the cork should be removed.

Lokas laughed at him. He didn't know who was so stupid. He closed his eyes and he could sleep for a while.

But the next second, he opened his eyes.

It is impossible for so many people to boil milk at the same time, and there is not so much milk here!

The slightly warm touch of the pistol under the pillow gave him a sense of security. He silently pushed away the girl who was entangled with him, and walked to the window.

Just after dawn, some plumes of smoke rose in some places in the city. It may be that a fire broke out last night, or someone was burned to death.

This kind of thing happened almost every day. He didn't think there was anything special, so his eyes quickly turned to the yard.

Lokas is the leader of the gang and the future "general". There will always be people standing guard outside his house.

Fighting between warlords and gangs don't expect everyone to be "just". Many politicians and warlords of Marillo died in the assassination, which also makes people pay special attention to their own safety.

But now, there should be people patrolling around the house, even if it's just a standing position, there is no one.

At this moment, there was a faint "tongtong" sound from downstairs suddenly, and he felt like he had some premonitions.

He turned around and ran to the closet, and found his body armor among the piles of clothes scattered together.

"Damn, why is it so hard to wear!" He put the pistol in his hand on the table beside him, and it was still very difficult to use both hands together.

In fact, it is not difficult to wear a bulletproof vest, as long as you patiently buckle each lock and then tighten it firmly.

He didn't wear it by himself, and now he is a little nervous, so that he doesn't wear it well at all.

He didn't know why he walked to the bed angrily and woke up the two girls who had been with him all night, "Quickly give me these..."

The bedroom door opened, and the three people looked out the door, and two very strange barrels appeared in front of them.

tong...

tongtong...

Until his death, Lokas did not want to understand where these people came from, why the guns made tongtong noises instead of snapping, and the last question—

These people, why don't they wear his body armor?

Ryan only fired a shot~lightnovelpub.net~ He killed the young man who seemed a little threatening, and he couldn't attack the two girls beside him.

He didn't think the two girls would pose a threat to them, or that he hadn't fully adapted to this kind of life.

He got on the train inexplicably, and then crossed the border, and then began to carry out overseas military missions. He thought he would wait for a while, and his mentality did not adjust.

What made him a little unacceptable was the attitude of the veterans.

One thousand of this group of three thousand people completed the mission from the Ameria theater and ended the field work for their vacation. They were voluntarily pulled over and participated in this operation.

Everyone was responsible for bringing two new people, and another thousand new people went to Ameria.

The veteran glanced at Ryan, seeming to blame him for not shooting, and he also walked into the room and shot the three heads again.

The whole process remained silent, only tong......tong......tong dull gunfire.