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Chapter 1689: Beautiful Scenery (Second update, please subscribe)
At two o'clock in the morning, at the intersection of 12th Street and Claremont Street in Detroit, the bar that was open all night was still bustling.

This is an unlicensed bar.

Although there is no license, people nearby drink and dance here, trying to numb the pain in life with alcohol and music. However, this short-lived happiness was soon broken.

Several police cars came roaring in, and the police who received the report were ready to raid this unlicensed bar. However, the incident did not go as smoothly as expected. As soon as the police rushed into the bar, they roughly pushed the black customers to the wall and asked them to show their driver's licenses and social security cards.

"Everyone, put your hands on your head and stand against the wall!"

a policeman shouted, waving his baton in the air.

The music in the bar suddenly stopped, replaced by the shouting of the police and the protests of the black people. A black youth stood up and angrily questioned:

"Why did you arrest us? We didn't do anything!"

"Shut up!" The policeman hit him hard on the back with his baton and pushed him to the ground.

This scene angered everyone present.

Black people began to resist and violent clashes broke out with the police. Stones, bottles and chairs flew in the air, and the police responded with batons and tear gas.

"White pigs, we will never let you treat us like this!"

a black woman shouted as she picked up a bottle and threw it at the police.

The police quickly retreated, but soon rushed forward again. They used batons and handcuffs to subdue the black customers one by one and stuffed them into the police car. However, the black people's resistance did not stop. They used their bodies to block the police car's path, trying to prevent the police from taking their companions away.

"You niggers, how dare you resist!"

a policeman roared, hitting a black man on the head with his baton.

"We are not your slaves!"

The black man said with difficulty, blood flowing from his forehead.

In the end, dozens of black people were handcuffed and stuffed into police cars. Their faces were filled with anger and unwillingness, and their eyes were burning with the flames of revenge. Black people nearby who heard the news began to throw objects at the police.

Black people who heard the news came from all directions, and the situation became out of control.

The news quickly spread throughout Detroit.

Since the early morning, tens of thousands of black people gathered in the streets, angrily discussing the arrests in the early morning. Although the last Detroit riot not only led to the arrest of tens of thousands of black people, but also caused a large number of black people to lose their jobs, in the past few years, black people have been struggling with the double torture of unemployment and discrimination.

Any disturbance will cause unrest.

At this time, rumors were spreading on the streets. Some said that the police beat a black teenager to death, and some said that the police insulted a black woman in a bar. These rumors spread like wildfire, igniting the anger in the hearts of black people.

"We can't stand this any longer!"

A black youth stood on top of a car, waving his fist and shouting,

"We want to let those white people know that we are not lambs to be slaughtered!"

"That's right, we are human beings, not their slaves!"

"Their ancestors enslaved us, now we must fight back, fight back!"

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Black people began throwing rocks at the police and setting fire to cars and buildings on the roadside. With flames rising into the sky and thick smoke filling the air, the streets of Detroit became a battlefield. The police tried to maintain order, but their tear gas and batons seemed powerless in the face of the angry crowd.

What's even more deadly is the gun. Some black people even shot at the police. Everything seems to be happening again.

Shooting, arson, looting... everything is happening again in this city.

……

In Washington, in a White House conference room, the president and his senior officials were urgently discussing the situation in Detroit. Television screens showed chaotic scenes on the streets of Detroit, with fire and smoke covering the entire city.

"This is not just an ordinary riot,"

An official said seriously,

"We have reason to believe that Russian spies and terrorists are involved. They are trying to exploit black people's discontent, incite violence and undermine the stability of the country."

He then emphasized:
"Michigan Governor George Roem has sent the National Guard into Detroit to maintain order. Roem and the mayor of Detroit have asked the White House to immediately send troops into Detroit to maintain order."

President Johnson nodded, looking serious:
"We must act now and not allow the situation to escalate further. Let the Pentagon develop a plan to send troops into Detroit and restore order."

“Yes, Mr. President,”

Another official said, “We must show the world that the United States will not tolerate any form of violence and destruction.”

Even as the White House responded most directly to the riots, chaos in Detroit intensified.

Among the angry crowd, there was a group of people who stood out. They wore berets and had the badge of the Black Panther Party on their chests. These people were members of the Black Panther Party, many of whom had received military training in Cuba and were proficient in guerrilla tactics and the use of weapons.

“Brothers, we can’t just throw rocks!”

A Black Panther shouted,

"We must fight back with more powerful weapons!"

They took out weapons from hidden warehouses, including rifles, pistols, Molotov cocktails, and even more than a dozen RPG rocket launchers. These weapons were secretly stored by them for many years, just to deal with such moments. "We want to let those white people know that we black people are not easy to bully!"

another Black Panther shouted.

With the intervention of the Black Panthers, the streets of Detroit became a real battlefield. Black people attacked police vehicles with Molotov cocktails and engaged in fierce gun battles with police with rifles and pistols. The Black Panthers used the tactics they learned in Cuba to organize an effective counterattack.

"Aim at their tanks!"

A Black Panther shouted,

"Use RPG!"

Several Black Panthers carried RPGs and aimed at the US tanks advancing on the street. The rockets whizzed out and hit the side of the tanks, and the explosion instantly illuminated the entire block.

"Good job!"

the Black Panthers cheered.

However, the U.S. military was not repelled. More soldiers and tanks poured into the neighborhood, fighting back with machine guns and tear gas. The streets were full of bullet holes and broken glass, and the air was filled with smoke and the smell of blood.

As the situation worsened, the 82nd Airborne Division of the U.S. Army was sent to Detroit. Tens of thousands of heavily armed soldiers, equipped with tanks, rifles, machine guns and tear gas, set up barbed wire on the streets and blocked off various districts, turning Detroit into another Vietnam battlefield.

"This is now a military restricted area!"

A soldier shouted into a megaphone,
"Everyone go home immediately, otherwise you will be regarded as a thug!"

However, the blacks did not back down. They attacked the soldiers with rocks and Molotov cocktails, and even engaged in fierce gun battles with them on the streets. The fire and gunshots intertwined, and the night sky of Detroit was dyed blood red.

On a street corner, several black armed men engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with a team of paratroopers. The blacks used buildings and abandoned vehicles as cover and fought back with rifles and pistols. Bullets whizzed through the air, and the streets were covered with bullet holes and broken glass.

"We can't let them bully us anymore!" a black armed man shouted.
"We want to let them know that we black people also have power!"

However, the airborne troops' firepower far outstripped the black militants. Several black militants were hit and fell in a pool of blood. Others were surrounded by the airborne troops and forced to surrender.

"Kneel down!" an airborne soldier pointed a gun at the black armed man's head and roared.

The black armed men were forced to kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads, while the paratroopers beat them severely with their boots and rifle butts, venting their anger and fear.

"You niggers, how dare you resist us!" A paratrooper kicked a black armed man in the face with his military boots, and blood immediately gushed out of his nose and mouth.

"We are just trying to protect my dignity!"

The black armed man said with difficulty.

"Dignity?" Another paratrooper sneered and hit him hard on the back with the butt of his rifle.

"You niggers are nothing but damned farm tools, you don't deserve dignity!"

These soldiers beat the surrendering black people and spit on them. The faces of the beaten people were all filled with unyielding anger.

In another Detroit neighborhood, the battle entered a white-hot stage. Black armed men occupied tall buildings and rooftops, using the terrain to their advantage, shooting at the paratroopers with rifles from windows and rooftops. Bullets rained down like raindrops, forcing the paratroopers to seek cover to avoid the deadly fire.

"They're upstairs!" a paratrooper shouted, "We need support!"

Soon, several tanks drove into the block, and the turrets slowly turned and aimed at the tall buildings. The machine guns and artillery on the tanks fired at the same time, and bullets and shells whizzed out and hit the outer walls of the buildings. Bricks and glass fragments flew everywhere, and the tall buildings were shaking in the gunfire.

"Keep firing!" the tank commander yelled. "Shoot them down!"

However, the black armed personnel did not retreat. They took advantage of the complex structure of the building, constantly changing positions and continued to shoot at the paratroopers. A black sniper hid behind the chimney on the roof and calmly aimed at the tank's turret.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the soldier behind the tank's machine gun turret, and the soldier in the machine gun turret fell down immediately.

"Good job!" another black armed man shouted, "Keep suppressing them!"

Although their resistance was brave, it was just like the riots a few years ago.

This resistance was fruitless. Facing these unorganized blacks, the army with tanks and cannons undoubtedly had an advantage.

After five days of fierce conflict, the Detroit riots were finally quelled.

However, the city was devastated, with more than 2000 buildings burned down, thousands of people dead and injured, and tens of thousands imprisoned.

Although the anger of the black people was temporarily suppressed, the flames still burned in their hearts.

Not only was there anger burning in their hearts, but also in their neighborhoods. In order to retaliate against them, some white thugs set fire to the black neighborhoods, and the fire department refused to go out on the grounds of riots, which directly led to the burning of large areas of black neighborhoods.

Not only did it cause a large number of casualties, but it also caused hundreds of thousands of black people to lose their homes.

Like many people, James, who was only a teenager, stood in the ruins, looking at his burned home, his eyes filled with sadness and anger.

He knew that the riots did not solve any problems and that black people were still living in dire straits. However, he also saw hope.

During the riots, black people showed unprecedented unity and courage. They used their actions to declare to the world: We will not be silent anymore!

"This battle is not over yet,"

James whispered,
"We will continue to fight until we achieve true freedom and equality."

(End of this chapter)