Chapter 1174: Chapter 576: “I Have Never Seen God, But I Think Victor Is His Na on Earth!” (2)
Mayor Byron Ruiz went silent.
He’s posting nothing on social dia…
It’s making the curious dia itch with impatience.
xican dia began an online “Find Byron Ruiz Campaign”…
“If anyone can find the Mayor, please let us know, we’ll offer a reward.”
Netizens, all eager for drama, left comnts under the dia accounts.
“xico has no sense of fairness! Taking advantage of the United States’ internal turmoil to seize California, it’s shaful! Victor, if you’re a man, stop your atrocities. Europeans and Aricans would never bully the weak like this!”
“Your mom blew up, dumbass. I’m at war with you, don’t have to ask if anyone’s at ho. Plus, California has always been xican land, the United States is just a temporary manager!”
“California beca independent! They broke away from xico, later joined the United States, it’s God’s will…”
“Your mom is God. Then tell God to stop Victor.”
The argunt was just spectacular, Sun Xiao Chuan saw it and couldn’t help wanting to laugh.
In this atmosphere, soone left a ssage.
“San Diego Mayor Byron Ruiz has already fled, there’s no trace of him at his villa.”
!!!!!
Fled?
Reporters rushed to verify, even called the San Diego City Governnt, but after many rings, no one answered.
June 18th, 3 PM.
The 355th Army in the Northern War Zone, the 37th and 38th Regint bypassed Alexander Wilson morial Park in Chula Vista and made a direct thrust into a small town called El Cajon, according to the battle plan, to block the westward path of the San Diego forces!
As long as they block, with one side by the sea and two sides hindered, they can only go south or face a frontal shootout to see who can hold their nerve.
June 18th, 5 PM.
The Northern War Zone deployed three hundred cannons to begin bombardnt on San Diego!
“This is xico National Television, behind is the artillery position…” the female reporter was explaining to the cara when she saw the flag bearer swiftly giving orders.
Bang!!!
Bang!!
Three hundred heavy cannons roared in unison toward San Diego.
The female reporter jumped with fright, excitedly babbling sothing, but no one heard it, as in front of the TV.
Hundreds of thousands or millions of xicans stared wide-eyed, eyes fixed on the cara, watching the flas cut through the night sky, and in a blink of an eye, intense explosions echoed in the distance…
This was invigorating to watch!
This is equivalent to?
Equivalent to Brother Long live streaming artillery against the little devil.
Pure xicans are also very displeased with California, you say you beca independent and I agreed, then you turned and jumped into Arica’s arms and said, “This poor relative is always harassing , don’t co find , fearing a misunderstanding with Arica.”
This is pure bootlicking!
Thirty years on the east, thirty years on the west…
Who would have thought now is xico’s turn, is it not invigorating?
The horizon glowed iron gray, three hundred artillery barrels reflecting a cold bluish light in the dawn. As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the tallic forest suddenly erupted with orange-red sparks, and at the mont of shell discharge, the air across the entire prairie trembled.
This chanical rhythm of slaughter created an eerie symphony—the screams of this or that neighborhood reaching peak, only to be punctually pierced by new shrieks slicing through the sky.
The marble columns of the city hall turned to dust in the volleys.
The parchnt scrolls in the archives caught fire before hitting the ground, century-old land contract papers turned into fluttering fire butterflies.
The faces of colorful saints on the church glass shattered one by one in the strong light. When the bronze bell tower snapped in half, the deafening bell montarily overshadowed the artillery. The priest huddled under the altar, shivering, shouting loudly in panic, “Ah n, Ah n! God bless! God bless!!!”
But clearly…
Lately God had no ti, as a shell hit the church with a bang, the cross crashed down, instantly smashing him into flesh, his body still twitching.
Deep in the bomb shelter, mothers ford trembling walls of flesh.
With every tremor, li dust fell from the cracks, covering the tear-stained faces of babies with an ashen white frost.
Crying accompanied by screams sounded ceaselessly.
Northern xico War Zone still had professional ethics, notifying the other side ten minutes before the artillery to urge civilians to evade.
“What are you doing here!”
An old man with a white beard wearing a sailor’s shirt shouted at two young n in army uniforms, those two soldiers hid in corners, scared to death, trembling all over, hearing the questioning didn’t dare utter a word.
“You’re soldiers, shouldn’t you be on the front lines, resisting the invasion?” The white-bearded man red-faced with anger, oh well, pure-bred old white man, rushed over and grabbed one soldier by the shoulder, forcefully shaking, “Is this how you defend Arica?”
“Useless! Useless! Is this how you’re using taxpayers’ money?” A woman with disheveled hair scread sharply.
The surrounding crowd seed to have found a point to vent, loudly criticizing, their accusations driving people mad!
Just like now…
One of the corporals, his brain boiling with rage from the scolding, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at them, “Get out! Get away! If you keep talking, I’ll shoot!!”
The Arican citizens, with guns pointed at them, retreated in fear.
But the old man with the white beard was tough; instead of retreating, he advanced, trembling with rage, and directly opened his shirt, “Co! Co! Shoot here!”
“Is this what Arican soldiers are like now?!!”
“Where’s your spirit? Trash! You’re just trash!”
Bang—
A gunshot rang out.
The gun in the corporal’s hand was trembling.
The old man with the white beard looked down at his stomach, blood trickling out, opened his mouth, and then collapsed to the ground.
“Ah!!!!”
“Murdered!!!”
Seeing the old man fall, the surrounding people couldn’t help but scream in horror, and the already ntally strained corporal’s mind went blank; he couldn’t hear the voices around him, his head buzzing—
But he saw that everyone’s expressions were very “ferocious”.
He went crazy!
“Shut up!!” He fired at the nearest person.
Bang, bang, bang…
Indiscriminate killing.
Has he taken too many drugs?
The bomb shelter was already a bit crowded, and with the shooting, a group of people began to escape. A mother with a baby in hand lost her grip, and the child fell. As she bent down to pick him up, soone behind her pushed her hard, making her fall heavily to the ground.
The fleeing people trampled over her face and body.
After the corporal exhausted his ammunition, he took out bullets from his pocket, refilling his gun, while his companion beside him, sitting on the ground with his head hanging, showed no reaction whatsoever, not even trying to stop him, and his body was swaying unsteadily.
He’s gone mad!
Really mad!
…
anwhile, two kiloters away from San Diego, the 435th Division of the 336th Army, after bombarding the area, swiftly launched an attack.
This is a light infantry division.
It primarily targets states like California, with a lot of extre terrain.
Simply put, individual soldiers have strong skills (can run), and there is more light infantry weaponry (less artillery, fewer tanks), facing the task of tackling canyons and mountain peaks.
It’s the fist unit of the 336th Army!
They rapidly charged into the city from all directions.
“Quick, quick, quick!”
“Damn it, formation, formation, keep the gunner in the middle.”
Anticipating a major battle, surprisingly, San Diego showed no signs of large-scale resistance…
Only sporadic gunfire…
This left Commander Theodore Eik puzzled as he pulled out his sword and looked around, “Where are the people? Where’s the U.S. Military?”
“Maybe… they’ve already run away!” the Chief of Staff said, staring wide-eyed.
“Send a ssage to the army commander, capture the television station, high points, and the city hall swiftly.”
“Yes!”
General Theodore Eik took off his hat, rubbed his bald head, “They ran away too quickly.”
“Quicker than the Indian Army!”
“Closer to the South Korean Army?”
“There is a bit of a gap.”
About four or five minutes later, the Chief of Staff returned with bright eyes, “Commander, a U.S. Military unit is trapped in the San Diego Wildlife Park, about 400 people; the military headquarters ordered us to swiftly eliminate them and then continue advancing southwards to Oceanside, pursuing the U.S. deserters.”
“The zoo?”
“Send Lamrding’s 3rd Regint after them, and the rest of the soldiers advance south swiftly.”
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