From Prisoner to Si Chen

Jilan picked up the ax and returned along the way he came.

He was walking on the bridge that spanned a tributary of the Fountain River.

Scattered private carriages began to appear in the field of vision, rushing towards them. Most of them belong to the upper-class families in Braque City. They were lucky enough to escape the first round of bombing and the massacre by federal soldiers, and are fleeing like crazy.

There was a constant sound of crackling reins, and the horses ran wildly in pain.

The wheel hubs rubbed and collided violently on the ground, and the car swayed.

These carriages paid no attention to the young people walking back. As the two sides passed each other, Gilan also caught a glimpse of the middle-aged gentleman, lady and young lady hugging each other inside the curtains of the carriages blown by the wind.

And the look of horror on their faces.

call out--

boom! !

Boom! !

Ji Lan stopped suddenly and turned to look to the left.

In the distance, toward the train station west of Brak City, they were being bombarded by the giant airship.

Fine black dots fell like rain on the horizon, and a plume of thick smoke rose into the sky.

He didn't need to look at him to know how the residents of Brak City would rush to the train station in panic during the sudden war, and how crowded, noisy and chaotic it would be there.

It is unknown how many people will die in this wave of bombings.

At this moment, fresh human lives seem to be like a string of worthless names, being indifferently wiped away from the world by invisible hands and tangible weapons.

Some people remember, some don't.

In short, it just disappeared from the world.

"Gulu." Jilan stared blankly, his Adam's apple rolling.

This is war...

Cruel, extreme, and destructive.

It is the highest form of struggle carried out by human civilization through violent means.

A strong hatred and disgust welled up in his heart.

In his previous life, he was in a peaceful time, and he could only see the pain and damage caused by war through the Internet, history and works of art... But it wasn't until he experienced it in person that he understood how terrifying it was.

Boom! !

Puff puff! !

Gillan turned to look to the right.

On the Fengdeng River in the distance, several medium-sized ferries were sunk by bombs dropped by bombers, causing water splashes everywhere.

Da da da da da! !

Tracer bullets fell like rain, sweeping across the river in an arc.

Some fishing boats fleeing were fired upon by heavy machine guns.

Gilan couldn't see the people on the boat or hear their voices, but he could not help but think of the miserable scenes in his mind.

At this time.

He saw a seagull flying across the river, and there seemed to be two other larger birds on the beach, watching all this quietly, and then turned to look at him quietly.

Jilan's breath hitched.

He felt that the sky was getting darker.

His right hand trembled slightly, and his thumb touched the sapphire ring on his middle finger. Jilan said hoarsely with a dull face:

"Weiwei."

"Owner……"

A palm-sized villain escaped and sat on his shoulder.

The familiar looked a little sluggish, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered, but Jilan didn't care so much and just gave a strong order:

"Possession."

"Master? Possessed...whose body is it possessed by?"

"mine!"

Weiwei was startled, but she didn't dare to disobey her master's order. She gritted her teeth and penetrated Jilan's body.

Uh-huh!

next moment.

Gilan's bloodshot deep blue eyes were filled with pure darkness in an instant, revealing unspeakable madness.

Bah!

He took out the only remaining stimulant he had collected from the purification team and stabbed it directly into his neck.

Soon, Gilan felt the blood all over his body surge rapidly.

The heart was beating wildly.

The increased energy in Tu increased the murderous intention in his heart.

It was like the flame, the raging flame, rising wantonly and swaying vigorously, trying to devour all the enemies who destroyed the beauty in his heart!

Gilan is not so arrogant as to want to fight against the federal army on his own, but he wants to do something to comfort his friends!

The appearance of the middle-aged officer suddenly appeared in his mind.

He has light eyebrows and narrow eyes, and a cold expression.

Jilan raised his head. His gnosis, which was much higher than that of ordinary people, and with the unique power of the familiar, established a certain connection with the officer and locked him with some mysterious means.

Bang!

With one step of his foot, he shot out like an arrow.

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Braque city, Daffodil Square.

A group of well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, old men and women, are being escorted here by a federal army with live guns and ammunition.

They either begged for mercy, threatened, or responded with indifference and hatred.

However, they were unable to withstand the arrogant pushing of the soldiers. In the end, they were lined up and knelt down, and then fell to the ground in a pool of blood under the volley.

"Colonel Jordan, some soldiers discovered the situation in the local poor area."

A hat-wearing second lieutenant strode forward, stood respectfully beside the emaciated officer and said.

The middle-aged colonel with light eyebrows and narrow eyes was holding a black cane and smoking a cigarette. He glanced at him and said:

"what's the situation?"

"Two teams disappeared for no reason while exploring a scrap recycling depot. Lieutenant Nuno, who was performing a 'cleanup' there, suspected that the scrap depot might be a hidden military base in Brak City."

The second lieutenant reported truthfully.

Colonel Jordan thought for a moment and threw away the cigarette butt.

"Second Lieutenant Byrne, take your team with you, and notify Captain McCarty to dispatch his Third Assault Regiment to support."

With that said, the colonel walked forward with his cane in hand, without even looking at the pile of corpses behind him.

The second lieutenant nodded in agreement, raised three fingers of his right hand together in a palm, raised it diagonally in front of his left eye, and performed the unique federal military salute of "Left Eye diagonal knife".

"Golden Guards, follow."

The colonel boarded a compulsorily requisitioned carriage and said indifferently.

The adjutant rode in front.

Behind the carriage were four tall soldiers, running with them.

The four men were nearly two meters tall and burly. Although they were also wearing brown military uniforms, they seemed too tight and unfitting. They wore thick steel masks on their heads, and the gas filters were connected to two thin tubes, leading to a strange device like a gas tank behind them.

His exposed skin was pale green and covered with seams.

After receiving the notice, nearly a hundred soldiers from the assault group led the way.

The carriage is in the center and the guards are behind.

On the left and right sides were Lieutenant Bourne's team.

After the group entered the poor area, Colonel Jordan put on a gas mask. Through intelligence, he already knew that there was a plague in this area.

After a while.

Intense gunshots came from the front.

"Sir, it's the local police station and garrison."

The adjutant drove the carriage slowly and slowly, turning his head to Colonel Jordan behind him.

The colonel waved his hand.

"Brack City's defense is vulnerable."

His deep eyes glanced into the distance, looking at the moving figures on both sides.

"The Imperials are too superstitious about the 'Steel Wall Fort' in Lech Mesa and put all their chips in the fortifications. The garrison of this small border town is weak and will soon fall in the face of a sudden attack..."

"Admiral Hogney's guess is accurate. They have already lost the first move in this game."

Following the colonel's words, the battle ahead became clear.

The counterattack organized by the Mangrove Street Police Station and the local garrison quickly retreated under the suppression of the federal troops.

The fat Director Hashem dodged toward the bunker while shooting with a ferocious face and screaming sharply.

However, all the bullets fired were blocked by the individual shield vehicles pushed by the federal soldiers. The shield car is only 1.5 meters high. It is made of steel and is finger thick. The three steel plates on the front, left and right sides are welded together, and there are two pairs of wheels underneath.

The Union soldiers hid behind, firing their guns through the small ports of the shield cars as they moved.

Not long after, Director Hashem fell to the ground under the crossfire of four or five bolt-action rifles and died on the spot.