I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

The war has begun.

In the birthplace of the riot, "Wind Room" woke up.

"Where's the manager, is he gone?"

His head was still a little dizzy and he couldn't open his eyes.

The person responsible for taking care of him smiled: "He is dead."

"Dead!" Old Huge jumped up in an instant and looked around. No one was there anymore, and the other person still had a gun in his hand.

What happened, the answer is obvious.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill people anyway, and I'm going to die, so I might as well fight with them." The man said without caring.

"So, where are we now?"

"Which step?" He listened to the gradually sporadic gunshots and said casually: "The land for the factory has been acquired, and now we should go to the company."

"..."

Old Huge suffered a cardiac arrest.

"I became a sinner of the organization."

He murmured in a low voice, ignoring that there were still people present, and connected to the organization's communication.

"I am the 'Kingslayer', what is it?"

"I am 'Kazama'... something happened... something big... workers in Chernobog rioted."

"what!?"

Chapter 36 Scarlet City

Loya opened the window. It was 07:30, and there was no sign of daylight yet, but the fire had already ignited most of the night.

The cold wind made him shiver, but it was better to put on a coat to make him feel better.

"After a few days of peaceful life, I still miss it."

W bent down and leaned on the window edge with his hands on his chin.

In the distance, beacon smoke was already burning high, and explosions could be heard from time to time.

"Have you thought about what to do?"

"No." Loya shook his head.

This riot was completely unexpected and was the first worker riot in the history of the Ursus Empire.

"Usus has been fired, it's time to begin."

The black snake that had disappeared for a long time suddenly made a sound.

"The combat effectiveness of the garrison is not even as good as the company's security guards. Loya and Baikal have already taken action."

"Then he's really fast."

With a sarcasm, Loya blocked the chat with Black Snake and contacted Baikal instead:

"My friend, you have been a little impulsive this time."

"No, no, we have no way out. My friend, look at the Holy Castle. The emperor has abandoned us. If we miss this opportunity, we will never be able to turn over."

Baikal seemed to be in a good mood over there. Apparently this incident broke the deadlock among the old nobles.

"I have already explained to His Majesty that the Third Army is stationed in Chicheng to suppress the mob and maintain the stability of the empire. It will never interfere with the City Hall. However, it is not him who has the final say outside the City Hall and when we will withdraw our troops. "

"……Good luck."

Loya hung up the communication and looked up into the dark night. Soon, the sun would not rise and eternal night would cover the city.

He could not stop it, because this riot, which was neither organized nor premeditated, and was only driven by anger would not win in any case, and would even cause greater damage.

It was born from one tragedy, and now it is sliding rapidly towards another tragedy.

After standing in front of the window for a long time, Loya closed it and returned to his desk, the hand holding the pen trembling slightly.

He wrote on the paper:

"In the integration movement, remember not to be impulsive, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the emperor, the government and the army to completely break their trust, or even start civil strife themselves, to give a fatal blow."

People are going to die, lots and lots of them.

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At [-]:[-], the sky is bright, but today is cloudy.

An explosion—an explosion that was different from the workers’ petty quarrels—awoke Chernobog completely.

"fire!"

The commander adjusted his position and prepared to bombard the outer wall of Qie City again.

The deputy commander next to him shouted: "Your Majesty has given an order that the Ursus Third Army will temporarily take over the defense and management of Chernobog. Anyone who violates the order will be treated as a rebel."

"Damn it, these soldiers!"

The city defense officer hid in the watch tower and couldn't help but curse.

But looking at the dark troops and various large-caliber weapons and equipment below, I still feel scared.

After all, I just took a little money from those capitalists, so there was no need to risk my life.

After thinking about this, the city defense officer quickly ordered his men to open the city wall.

The adjutant did this before he even waited for his order. A few seconds ago, the adjutant was still thinking about whether to kill the commander and open the door.

Without much effort, the Third Army marched into the city in a mighty manner.

It is not just the army that suppresses the riots. Before the army enters the scene, the military police are the main force in this battle.

At [-]:[-], news of the riot reached another corner of Chernobog city.

Yesterday, Boris granted three-day leave to most of the military and policemen in Qicheng. While they were still enjoying their reunion, they were called back in batches by an emergency message.

Zoya’s father happened to be among the last batch.

The girl prepared breakfast - a feast prepared for her father and from her daughter.

But my father put on the disgusting clothes and left in a hurry without saying a word.

She didn't understand why.

Until I followed that figure out of the house, it suddenly felt like I was in another world.

There is a red sky in the distance; there are people in front of me, many people, carrying large and small bags, old people and children, walking through the streets in a panic.

With a "bang", the two cars collided. No one cared about the life or death of the people inside, or even attracted the attention of other people.

"Dad, mom...what happened?"

Zoya said to herself in a daze.

And such a scene is not even worthy of being called a part of the tragedy of Chernobog.

On the other side, Zoya's father got into the transport truck with five other people inside.

Everyone held a newly issued blunderbuss in their hands. The air was heavy and no one spoke.

After a while, the destination arrived.

My father got out of the car - he really regretted getting out of the car and regretting that he had found such a job.

There was a ruin in front of him, and the bustling high-rise buildings of the past could be vaguely seen. Bodies lay scattered across the street.

There were stumps of limbs, broken arms, and an unknown half of his head.

"vomit……"

My father's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground and kept vomiting.

There are no living people here.

So what did they come for?

Soon someone has an answer.

"Tap tap tap..." neat and crisp steps, accompanied by curses and roars.

Guns, armor, bombs.

Soldiers who were armed to the teeth escorted a dozen workers to the military police and gave these people a hard kick, so hard that you could hear the cracking of bones.

"where is your home?"

"Bah, running dog!"

The worker who was asked a question spat in the soldier's face.

The soldier was not surprised. In fact, he came here knowing that this would happen.

"You, and you." The soldier pointed at his father and another military policeman.

"Go and kill all the old people and children in D-District 8-13th Street."

"You..." The worker's eyes widened.

His home is not there, but there are always homes there for so many workers.

This group of soldiers... no, this group of bastards intends to kill them one by one.

"You guys are crazy..." The father subconsciously said in shock and anger. Before the next words could be blurted out, his colleagues covered his mouth.

"If we don't go, we will die."

"cocoa……"

My father said "yes" twice in a row, but there was no resistance after that.

He went and didn't kill anyone in the end. Whether it was because of his daughter or because he didn't have an annihilated conscience in his heart, it was impossible for him to kill anyone.

However, tragedy cannot be changed because of one person.

On August 1096, 8, at 3 noon, the indiscriminate massacre that lasted for four hours came to an end.

12 people died, [-] workers and [-] civilians.

The beauty no longer exists.

On this day, Qicheng was dyed blood red, and the smell of blood could not be dissipated for a month.

Tranquility no longer exists.

The Third Army took control of Chernobog, pushing the war into a countdown.

Ursus shows that the peaceful situation will no longer exist.

Chapter 37 I said, enough

The air in Chernobog still smells of smoke and blood.

The city has been put on mute, with residential buildings closed and shops closed.

In their own homes, a thin door cannot give citizens any sense of security. The "ta-ta-ta-ta" footsteps coming from the street have become a life-threatening demon. When they get closer and closer, even breathing will stop subconsciously. .

Fortunately, the repression has ended, and it is time to restore "order."

The propagandists took out their loudspeakers and read out the newly formulated "Chernobog Emergency Management Act":

"Dear citizens, I have to tell you the truth here with a heavy heart."

"Due to the conspiracy of 'L' and his supporters to incite workers to cause riots, so far, 12 people have left us forever, the factory area and A-01 area were destroyed, and other areas have also suffered certain damage."

"In order to quell the aftermath of the riot and prevent 'L' from causing another rebellion, Chernobog will be temporarily taken over by the Ursus Third Army from now on."

"From today onwards, Chernobog will implement a curfew, prohibiting all speeches related to 'L', and prohibiting companies and factories from operating!"

The repression is over, but the reckoning has begun.

As an accomplice, Loya still stayed in his house, and Lyudmila was reporting the situation.

"Every area except where you are has been cleared by the military."