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Chapter 1733 Gunfire at the Border (First update, please subscribe)
“This is a refugee crisis. We call on Surabaya to allow refugees to enter on humanitarian grounds!”

In response to this request, Si Shui’s response was firm.

"No, we refuse!"

At the same time, Surabaya ordered the mobilization of troops to impose martial law in border areas, and required border police to strictly guard the border.

"We will not allow anyone to cross the border illegally. We will take all measures to prevent anyone from breaking in illegally!"

The night wind howled at the border, and the beam of the searchlight swept through the darkness, stretching the shadow of the barbed wire very long. The street lights one after another on the barbed wire illuminated the barbed wire wall.

The border police stood on the high wall, holding their carbines tightly in their hands, with the butts of the rifles against their hips. Their knuckles were turning white from holding the butts with too much force.

There were intermittent sounds coming from their walkie-talkies, mixed with the noise of electricity and rapid breathing.

On the other side of the barbed wire, thousands of refugees gathered there, dark and massive, like a tide.

"Attention, a large crowd is gathering in area W12, requesting support!"

The voice of the border police came through the intercom.

"Got it, hold your position, don't let them get close to the barbed wire!"

Commander Zhang Yumin's voice was calm and decisive, but his brows were furrowed and his eyes were fixed on the dark crowd in the distance.

At the same time, at the guard post in the rear, the border police lying on the watchtower pointed their 98Ks at the barbed wire. Their eyes were looking through the scope at the people who were hitting the wire.
"Sir, they...they didn't listen to the warnings!"

The border police whispered, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Are we really going to shoot?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yumin's eyes flashed with a complicated look. He glanced at his colleagues and said:
"Our mission is to guard this border. If they rush over and we don't stop them, then millions of people will pour in here, and by then, the consequences will be disastrous."

After that, he took a deep breath and said:
"Listen to my orders and prepare to shoot."

"But... they are just refugees! They have no weapons..."

The young policeman's voice trembled a little.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Yumin interrupted him sharply and said:
"This is an order! Remember, what we are guarding! It's the national border, and behind us are our families!"

The young policeman lowered his head and clenched the carbine in his hand, holding it tightly.

His eyes swept across the crowd in the distance. There were men, women, and even the cry of a baby.

When did this refugee crisis happen?

Half a month ago, there was a border conflict between Central Java and West Java. At the same time, someone announced that the United Nations had set up a refugee camp in Surabaya, and all refugees could get identity cards, jobs and houses in Surabaya.

The bigger lie is – they will open the borders.

All of a sudden, thousands of people began to pour in.

They left their homes and businesses behind and came here, but were stopped outside the barbed wire by border police. There is no open border here, and there is no so-called UN refugee camp.

So hundreds of thousands of people gathered on the border, huddled in the heavy rain, crying and shouting in front of television cameras, begging for mercy.

An inexplicable refugee crisis has thus begun.

In the face of the crisis, Surabaya chose to say "no". Even with pressure from the United Nations, they still insisted on saying "no".

But the refugees are still gathering.

“Remember, there are millions of them, if they pour into Surabaya, Surabaya will be theirs!”

Zhang Yumin shouted, looking at his subordinates in front of him and said:

"Our duty is to guard the border!"

Suddenly, a roar broke out from the crowd, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupting. Dozens of young people rushed to the barbed wire, waving sticks and pliers in their hands, with flames of anger burning in their eyes.

They simply cut the barbed wire, and as soon as the gaps were formed, hundreds of people crossed the barbed wire like a flood!

But in front of them there was a concertina-style barbed wire fence.

"They're coming!"

A border police officer shouted, his voice tense.

"Warn them! Evacuate immediately or we will shoot!"

"Warning, warning, you have violated our borders, please leave immediately, otherwise we will take coercive measures!"

"warn……"

Faced with the warning, those people were like crazy and ignored it. There was only one place in their eyes - Si Shui, a place without war and hunger that was like a paradise. Finally, the situation escalated!

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Zhang Yumin's voice rang out over the intercom, and at the same time, he raised his carbine and pulled the trigger at the intruders who were trying to break through the concertina wire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another, bullets pierced the air, carrying the whistle of death. Several refugees who were at the front fell down, and their blood dyed the land red. But more people did not stop, they stepped on the bodies of others and rushed madly towards the barbed wire.

The snipers also pulled the trigger, often shooting at the thighs of the intruders, but the sparse bullets hit the crowd and had no effect at all.

"The barbed wire fence on the border has been breached! The eastern defense line has been lost!"

There was a hurried shout over the intercom.

"Everyone, go down immediately! Stop them!"

Zhang Yumin roared and rushed down the high wall first, followed by the police, their batons and shields flashing coldly under the lights.

The sirens blared shrilly, mixed with the barking of police dogs.

Soon, several police dogs were released. They rushed towards the crowd like black lightning, biting the legs and arms of those who crossed the border with their sharp teeth. Screams came one after another. A young man was knocked down by a police dog. His arm was bitten tightly, and blood flowed from the corner of the police dog's mouth. He struggled desperately, and uttered a heartbreaking cry:

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me pass, let me pass!"

"Hold him down! Don't let him get away!"

A policeman rushed over, pressed his knee on the man's back, and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The man's face was pressed into the dirt, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were full of tears.

On the other side, a woman was pushed to the ground by the police, with a baby in her arms. The baby's cry was sharp and piercing, and the woman struggled desperately, holding her child high.

"Please, I have a child! I have a child, he's just a child! Please let me stay here with the child."

Her voice was hoarse and desperate, but the police did not stop. They dragged her up roughly and handcuffed her.

"Everyone, back off! Back off!"

The police waved their batons and tried to disperse the crowd, but the refugees had lost their minds and rushed in like a tide, trying to break through this last line of defense.

The dull thud of batons hitting people's bodies, the biting sounds of police dogs, and the cries of refugees mixed together.

Commander Zhang Yumin stood in the center of the chaos, his face expressionless, but his hands trembling slightly. He knew very well that there were no winners in this incident, only endless pain and despair.

He glanced at the refugees lying on the ground, then at his men, and finally gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Hold on here, no matter what...hold on here."

The barbed wire shook violently under the impact of people, making a harsh sound, as if mocking the weakness of the barbed wire. In the distance, more refugees were rushing in, their figures looming in the darkness, like an endless tide, trying to break through this cold barrier.

They are going to break through here!

At this moment, the earth was shaking. Several tanks were seen coming from a distance. The tanks drove directly into the rice fields. When they were still a hundred meters away from the wire, their smoke bomb launchers immediately fired rows of tear gas bombs.

Tear gas grenades cut through the night sky, falling into the crowd of refugees with a piercing whistle. In an instant, white smoke gushed out of the bomb and spread rapidly, like an invisible giant net, covering the crowd.

A pungent smell filled the air, making it impossible for people to breathe. Their eyes felt like they were being burned by flames, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Ah! My eyes!"

A young man covered his face and fell to his knees in agony, and almost everyone else did the same.

"Retreat! Retreat!" someone in the crowd shouted, but the voice was quickly drowned out by coughing and crying.

In the smoke, human figures became blurred, the refugees' footsteps became disordered, and the originally determined charge turned into a chaotic retreat.

The smoke from the tear gas bombs was like an invisible wall, forcing them back. Coughing, crying, and angry curses came from the crowd, but all of it was swallowed up by the smoke and became distant and blurred.

The police stood at the edge of the smoke, wearing gas masks, looking through the lenses of the masks at the chaos in front of them, holding their batons and shields tightly, as if ready to attack again at any time. Police dogs barked outside the smoke, but they did not rush in, just stood there, waiting for orders.

Gradually, the refugee crowd retreated. Their steps became heavy, as if they were being dragged by an invisible force. Some supported their injured companions, and some held crying children. Their backs looked particularly thin in the smoke.

A young woman looked back, her eyes full of tears, but her gaze was full of hatred, and her lips moved.

“This coffee…is going to hell.”

Then she cursed again and walked to the other side of the barbed wire like everyone else.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the border returned to peace. The barbed wire still stood there, the sharp barbs gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and the refugees' shoes and torn clothes were scattered on the ground...

(End of this chapter)