Chapter 59: The Empire’s Harvest (II)

There were still people living in the repair shop full of gravel and smoke. The shrill bullet fired sounded, penetrated the black smoke and hit the hard armor of the wolf-tooth mecha. The sound was dull and huge, but it could only splash a few small sparks, and even some deep traces could not be left behind. The battle with too much power gap made the scattered firepower of the resistance organization look extremely pitiful, like an insect waiting to die in despair. At the elephant, which was countless times its weight, sprayed a few drops of poison in vain, but the elephant could not feel it at all.

The wolf-tooth mecha suddenly stopped its heavy mechanical legs, and the gunfire on the left mechanical arm erupted. The terrifying firepower immediately knocked the broken wall into debris flying everywhere. As for the resistance group soldiers behind the wall, they didn't even have time to shout, and then they became shattered corpses.

The sound of buzzing engines, the sound of heavy mecha mechanical feet falling to the ground, the dull and cold shooting, the sound of explosions, were shocking, because there were no gunshots or shouts from resisting the organization in these sounds, and gradually entered the end of this solemn and terrifying massacre.

Dozens of wolf teeth mechas cleared the resistance in the repair shop in the shortest time, and then quickly separated and occupied various key locations in the block. Several electronic mechas began to activate high-power monitoring equipment, trying to find the complex and authentic directions below the repair shop.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of heavy engineering mechas crushing the road behind the block, and there were still inaudible sounds of tire friction inside. The gate of the repair shop that had already fallen down fell. As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, she wore a military cap and looked indifferent. Under the protection of countless serious soldiers, she stepped in and walked towards the south.

The high wall on the south side of the repair shop had already turned into powder under the attack of the terrorist missile. The exposed steel bars drooledly hanging on their usual hard heads, towards the shallow pond outside the wall.

The terrifying explosion happened here, and at this time it turned into a terrifying, dark, big pit with smoke and dust.

The water in the small shallow stinky pond has been burned completely by the explosion and the high temperature, revealing the stale sludge below. The sludge has dried up and cracked, just like the windless and poor fields around the desert.

Huai Caoshi stood on the scorched shore of the broken wall, with her hands behind her back looking down at the cracked soil at the bottom of the pond, looking at the overturned tunnel in front of the pond, looking at the strangely shaped charred corpses, and looking at the people who were still breathing under the broken tunnel, her brows frowned slightly.

The tunnel was directly blown up by missiles, and most of the sixty resistance soldiers who escorted the leader of Vos to travel died instantly. The old man and several of the most loyal subordinates were also shocked by the explosion because they were walking in the front and fell into the remains of the tunnel in blood, but fortunately they did not die on the spot.

However, this may also be the greatest misfortune.

Old Man Vos was lying on the ground dyingly, his face covered with sludge and blood. The conspicuous and ugly old man spots and the white skin that gave him the starting point of his life but bravely began to challenge unfair order could no longer be seen clearly.

The trousers were burned to ashes by the burning flames. The legs, paralyzed in the early years of fighting against the Empire, were burned to a terrible sight, and smoke was shining on their black and red skin.

The amazing willpower prevented the old man from unconscious. He stared at the young imperial officer who was walking from the tunnel. He vaguely guessed the other party's identity. His weak breathing suddenly became rapid. His old right hand grabbed the soil on the ground weakly, as if he wanted to hold something and hit something.

The Imperial soldier who was guarding him noticed his movements, lowered his body and slapped him hard, and the old man's face bag with a loud slap suddenly turned.

Huai Caoshi waved her arm and signaled the people around her to disperse. She walked to the front of Leader Vos alone and looked at him quietly. After watching for a long time, she spoke indifferently: "I will introduce myself, I am Huai Caoshi."

Old Man Vos's lips were slightly moved, and a strange radiance flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak in the end.

"I know who you are." Huai Caoshi continued to say indifferently: "The Empire indulged you to escape for so many years, not because we couldn't catch you, but because we needed you to fan some people and do things that were inconvenient for us, but if... I really wanted to catch you, how could you escape?"

The glory in the eyes of the old man Voss gradually faded away. He knew that when he was dying, there was no need for His Royal Highness to deceive him. A little confusion gradually arose in the heart that was already ready to sacrifice.

Since his youth, he has devoted himself to the liberation of the people at the bottom of the empire. He has escaped from the pursuit of the imperial army and secret police. He has led seven major and small uprisings or riots. He has led passionate students and farmers to secretly execute hundreds of greedy and cruel nobles. He has been injured and has been in prison as a pseudonym, but he has watched the future of the liberation cause become increasingly bleak, but he has never regretted it for a moment.

Until the moment of death, when he heard Huai Caosi's cold words, Leader Vos finally understood why he had been able to escape continuously for so many years without death.

"Where is that federal man?" Huai Caoshi squatted down, his eyes like a knife, "Where are you going to send him away?"

Old Man Vos ignored her question. After being silent for a long time, the magic that belonged to him returned to his eyes. When he was dying, he finally figured out some things. Even though his life was used by the royal family to some extent, what he did was always valuable.

"Woss, I used to look at your files. As a member of the royal family, I couldn't help but admire you because you used to be bones."

Huai Caoshi looked at the transformation of the old man's expression and knew that the other party would never be able to say what he wanted. She frowned slightly and said with a cold voice: "The battle between us is ultimately a battle between the imperial people, but she didn't expect that when you get old, you would do such a disappointing thing."

"Don't you feel ashamed of colluding with imperial people, selling off the interests of your own nation, and treasoning for your own political philosophy?"

Huai Caosi's anger is extremely real. Leader Vos, who was lying on the ground, looked indifferently at the high and distant sky, as if thinking about how to answer His Royal Highness's anger, and as if thinking about whether he decided to cooperate with the Federation, whether it was right or wrong.

A long time later, Old Man Vos turned his head with difficulty and looked at Huai Caosi. His muddy eyes were filled with firmness and mockery, and he said hoarsely and gasping: "Rebellion... country? This is your country, and it has never been a country of our untouchables... Your Highness, can you find a reason to let us untouchables love this country?"

"But you are all imperial people after all, you were born and raised here..."

"Is this the reason why maggots must love cesspools?" The old man breathed quickly, his eyes gradually became empty, and his hands were weakly scratching the scorched earth beside him, looking at Huai Caoshi and said, "What I want to do in my life is not to prove that I am of greatness, but to take back what we have lost and don't want to continue living in the cesspool."

"What is the God who belongs to God and His Majesty who belongs to His Majesty? What is it that belongs to us, dear Your Majesty? If you are willing to return our power to us, you will definitely find that our determination to resist the invasion of the Federation is stronger than you think."

"The words of cowardly traitors are always so beautiful." Huai Caoshi looked at the leader of the resistance organization under her feet, made a last sarcastic comment indifferently, and then turned around and left.

The soldiers of the Resistance Organization often called the army officials loyal to the royal family the emperor thief, and they were called the rebels. From today on, there must be another crime on the wanted order - the traitor. Old Man Vos led the Resistance Organization for decades and made a shocking decision to cooperate with the federal invaders at the last moment. Although he temporarily won the recognition of most members of the organization with his supreme authority, the crime of betrayer and the crime of driving the invaders as the invaders must be followed by him and his organization forever in any angle of history...

Is this really correct? Is it really... worth it? The old man could not answer this question. The lingering gunshots from the bottom of the dry pond ended his life full of fighting spirit, and left this question to the successors of the resistance organization and those soldiers in a complicated mood.

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The soldiers who were running desperately in the tunnel naturally could not hear the gunshot. However, the scene of the big explosion that was previously remotely monitored and the subsequent residual limbs of black smoke splashed in the fire made them guess the worst consequences in their hearts.

That old man who has led them and even their fathers to fight for decades like a kind father, should have dedicated his life to the people's liberation cause.

The soldiers looked at Qi Dabing stiffly and silently asked their painful questions. From time to time, Qi Dabing, who looked at the curtain with his own light, had already become numb because of the deepest pain and sorrow, and had no reaction.

So the people running and fleeing did not stop. The dense footsteps continued in the dark tunnel. No one spoke, and no one cried wildly and turned around to try to save anything. Everyone continued to run themselves, running silently.

The dark underground waterway was unknown, and the running seemed to be endless. The terrifying imperial military mechas on the ground were not sure where they were trampling heavily. After a long time, some people in the fleeing crowd finally couldn't help but start crying.

Xu Le, who had been silent from beginning to end, was in a very heavy mood. Thinking that the leader of the resistance organization who did not have much emotion died like this, he couldn't help but think of a sentence that the Grand Normal School once said that night: Everyone has their own historical mission.

What is his historical mission? He rubbed his eyebrows that were growing again, thus appearing harder than before. He took the water handed over by the warrior next to him and took a sip of it, and took a cold pistol in surprise.
Chapter completed!