Invasion of America

Chapter 152 Preparing to Move
The long-range loitering munitions fell like thunderbolts, instantly engulfing a dozen or twenty armored vehicles in the Richmond Guard combat group, causing the morale of the troops to plummet.

The unaffected companies fled like frightened birds, leaving only the rearguard personnel who were stunned and disoriented by the shockwaves of the explosion on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight Warthogs landed vertically, the hatches opened, and a squad of Black soldiers jumped out, silently taking over the battlefield and beginning the cleanup and search.

Major General Borg was dazed from the bombing, but he still couldn't help finding it ridiculous—what were those yellow-skinned monkeys thinking? Why were there organized groups of black soldiers pointing guns at him?

Then, Borg was no longer a major general.

A hard gun butt slammed into his face, and the intense pain instantly robbed him of consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a simple tent, lying on a narrow stretcher, with a splitting headache.

A Black female nurse walked over, glanced at him casually, and after a brief examination, said in a flat tone that he was in good health and had nothing serious to do. She then tossed him half a bottle of painkillers.

"Where am I?" Borg asked in a hoarse voice.

The nurse replied dismissively, "Where else do you think you are? This is the 'Holy Light' camp. Get some rest tonight; you'll be back to work tomorrow."

After swallowing the painkiller, Borg felt the pain subside slightly, but he soon noticed a cold metal collar around his neck.

He flew into a rage and struggled to demand, "What does this mean? I'm at most a prisoner of war, not a slave!"

The nurse let out a string of sneers and called out towards the outside of the tent, "Omar, there's a white slave here who's not behaving himself."

Soon a burly Black man came in from outside, carrying a stick, and began to whip Borg's body, cursing as he did so:

"Still think you're some white master? You're nothing but a lowly white slave now!"

"Get up and get to work right now! Otherwise, I guarantee you'll experience the thrill of six lashes in one second, and I guarantee I'll beat you until your soul is shattered!"

The stick was swung around with a whooshing sound, and Borg was whipped as if he had been electrocuted, so he hurriedly jumped up from the stretcher. He tried to resist and dodge, but in the end he could only beg for mercy, and his life as a white slave officially began.

Slaves had no human rights whatsoever, and they were never assigned any complex or delicate tasks. The overseers, fearing they might sabotage the work, even deprived them of the right to scavenge outside the camp.

Every morning, the black overseers would take sticks and whips and brutally drive the white slaves from their shabby dwellings to the fields, where they would face endless farm work.

Occasionally, a few Asian-looking leaders would come to inspect the area, offering brief instructions to the overseers and warning them not to go too far in punishing the slaves, since they were still "tools of production."

The first day in the fields was harvesting tomatoes. Borg's skin was sunburned and he was exhausted. The meals, however, were somewhat improved, with potato salad with bread and occasional fish.

Such harsh living conditions caused most of the white slaves to complain bitterly, but Borg remained somewhat "optimistic." After observing secretly for several days, he began to persuade his companions to be patient.

"There aren't many people in this camp; those yellow-skinned monkeys are a minority. They're short-handed and even need to rely on Black people as overseers."

“The Richmond Guard is not completely wiped out; there are still many white military forces in Virginia. Let’s fight to survive, and we will surely live to see the day of our counterattack!”

Borg still wanted to be the leader, and the first step to becoming a leader was to find a way to boost the morale of his subordinates.

He attempted to establish his leadership among the white slaves, but what he saw next left him speechless…

Every time the white slaves went to work in the fields, they could see planes frequently taking off and landing on a converted highway runway near the camp.

Next to the runway, rows of aircraft were neatly parked, including more than thirty Warthogs alone.

These electric aircraft have an extremely high attendance rate and can fly every day with almost no maintenance, and are used by "Holy Light" as a daily commuting tool.

However, the short range of the "warthog" is also a significant drawback.

As a result, the simple airfield now has more than a dozen small general aviation aircraft such as Beechcraft, Piper, and Cessna, which can easily carry several passengers for thousands of kilometers.

These planes take off and land forty or fifty times a day, often bringing in two or three hundred people and more than ten tons of supplies.

As for the amphibious "Katrina," it could even traverse the entire North American continent, provided there is enough fuel.

"Damn it, do these yellow-skinned monkeys want to colonize North America?!" Borg's field was close to the runway, and he could clearly distinguish the various passengers.

More than half of these people are young women of various races, including Asian, European, African, and even Latino.

"God, what do they need so many women for? Is it just to produce offspring like crazy?"
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Next to the temporary airport at the camp, a simple waiting shed has just been completed.

A Cessna 208 propeller plane came to a smooth stop, the cabin door opened, and seven or eight young women filed out.

Most of them looked haggard, dragging simple suitcases. When they first arrived, their eyes were filled with confusion and unease. When they saw the armed guards, they could not hide their fear.

"Are these recent batches all from Richmond?" Zhou Qingfeng asked Cervantes beside him, swiping through the electronic roster in the waiting hall.

“Yes, boss, they’re all from Richmond,” Cervantes replied respectfully.

Not long ago, Xiao Jinlang found Cervantes's team at the port of Los Angeles and subsequently used this Mexican-American armed force as a puppet army.

It must be said that although this team lacks discipline and professionalism and is unable to undertake direct combat missions, it has demonstrated satisfactory practicality in maintaining order, preventing bombings, and handling miscellaneous tasks.

Mexicans are happy to have a powerful backer; they feel they are treated well and their status is second only to members of the 'Holy Light,' higher than both white and black people.

Cervantes himself became exceptionally diligent as a result, racking his brains to gain Zhou Qingfeng's loyalty. In his view, the closer he was to the core leader, the brighter his future prospects would be.

As it turned out, his choice was correct.

Zhou Qingfeng gave Cervantes a task—to recruit as many people as possible, provided that they were reliable.

This task was not difficult for Cervantes. After the apocalypse, the population had drastically decreased, but scattered and hidden individuals still existed in various places.

About two weeks ago, more than 300 Mexican auxiliary troops arrived in Awoni in batches by plane.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly armed these "cannon fodder" with simple weapons and used "Warthog" attack aircraft to send them out to sweep through the area.

This meticulous search strategy has yielded rich rewards. Today, the total population of the "Holy Light" camp has easily exceeded three thousand, achieving "yin-yang harmony" with a near-perfect 1:1 male-to-female ratio.

If the search continues, the number of women will only continue to increase.

After solving the problem of food and clothing for their "little brothers," the members of "Holy Light" actually started to be picky about the food.

Marco once jokingly said that as a "descendant of the dragon," occasionally tasting the "white food" of foreign women is a way to broaden one's life experience and knowledge.

But after eating too much meat and fish, he felt indigestion and his energy was not up to par, so he began to miss the taste of home-cooked meals.

Faced with this bizarre request, Zhou Qingfeng almost couldn't resist smashing Lao Ma's head in. After all, it was Lao Ma who had been shouting at the meeting that he wanted to have two "foreign women".

Cervantes reported that while he was leading a search for "high-quality people," he discovered an unidentified group secretly monitoring "Holy Light," who had a "Tokyo University" background.

"What team?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, frowning.

“I don’t know.” Cervantes shook his head. “I was leading a few dozen men searching towards Washington, D.C., when we inadvertently encountered a group of armed men.”

They were few in number, but well-equipped, clearly well-trained elites.

The other party discovered us beforehand, but proactively stated that they had no hostile intentions, only wishing to talk to us, inquire about our origins, and even specifically ask about the inside story of the 'Holy Light'.

The identity of the Mexican auxiliary forces is highly deceptive; anyone who sees their uniformly Latino faces would not easily associate them with the "Holy Light."

Cervantes, having spent years struggling in the lower rungs of society, had long since honed his skill in mixing truth with falsehood and deceiving others. He continued:

"When someone in our team was accidentally injured, that group of people offered to help. When I asked them about their background, they were vague and refused to reveal the truth."

They also used low-altitude aircraft similar to 'warthogs' for rapid movement. After searching an area, they would quickly board the aircraft and leave, disappearing without a trace in no time.

Using low-altitude aircraft?
There are no major technological barriers to low-altitude aircraft like the "warthog".

"Electric flight" is capable of large-scale production, and its biggest advantage lies in the complete industrial support system of "Dongda" in China, which can keep production costs extremely low.

However, this does not mean that no other companies have ventured into the research and development of similar products. On the contrary, the success of "Holy Light" has spurred many investors to enter this field.

This situation made Zhou Qingfeng extremely vigilant. He couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Has some new force started operating covertly in Virginia?"
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Meanwhile, the armed group that Cervantes mentioned quietly appeared near the town of Famvi.

Their focus was not on the town's camp, which had been completely destroyed by rockets, nor on the townspeople who had not yet been fully taken in, but on several self-propelled barges of about 100 tons that were transporting goods on the James River near the town.

Machine guns were mounted on the decks of these barges, and they were equipped with optoelectronic devices for observing the surrounding environment. The wheelhouse was also specially welded with armored slats for enhanced protection.

Although the barge has a displacement of only a hundred tons, which is considered a small vessel in water transport, it is already a behemoth compared to land transport.

Its cargo hold contained a "primitive oil refining" unit, the same equipment that was originally installed in Awoni town.

It has now been dismantled and will travel along the river through Richmond, eventually reaching Newport News at the estuary.

That's right, it's Newport News, the company that built US Navy aircraft carriers.

The famous Norfolk Naval Base is also nearby, and the surrounding area is dotted with numerous military bases.

Newport News, being located near the ocean, can easily receive shipping assistance from the "Eastern University," which is undoubtedly much more efficient than making a daily round trip to Los Angeles and then transferring the goods by land.

The area has well-developed infrastructure and is an independently functioning urban cluster capable of accommodating hundreds of thousands of people without any problem. Its development potential far surpasses that of rural towns.

Of course, Xiao Jinlang did not expect to take over Newport News overnight; it required a gradual process. Safely transporting this "homemade oil refining" equipment was undoubtedly the first step.

The armed squad, lurking along the riverbank and hidden in the dense bushes, quietly observed the slowly passing barges but did not take any action to intervene.

Only after the barge had moved further away did the team launch a drone, intending to use its telephoto lens to conduct aerial reconnaissance of Famwi town.

The "Xihu" hydroelectric power station near the town has started generating electricity, providing 50,000 kilowatt-hours of power per day, which greatly alleviates the energy needs of "Holy Light".

It was precisely because of the importance of the town and the hydroelectric power station that the second "Low Altitude Hunter" early warning radar, which was airlifted from "Dongda", was deployed here.

The radar antenna rotates 24 hours a day, operated and commanded by professionals from China, constantly monitoring the surrounding airspace.

The armed squad was still 30 kilometers away from the town. Their drone had just taken off and climbed to a height of 100 meters when it was accurately detected by the three-coordinate early warning radar.

After identifying the aircraft as not friendly, the town's command center immediately alerted the air defense system. A modified medium-range loitering munition then roared out of its launcher, its menacing presence palpable.

The so-called improvement is not a complex technological upgrade; it is simply replacing the original small model aircraft engine with a proper motorcycle engine.

The projectile, weighing over 40 kilograms, is powered by approximately six horsepower—lighter and smaller than Iran's "flying motorcycle," yet with more power.

This increases the speed of loitering munitions from over 100 kilometers per hour to nearly 400 kilometers per hour, significantly improving their operational effectiveness.

The armed squad's drone had just climbed to an altitude of 500 meters and had not yet moved towards the town when the ground operator was shocked to find that the footage transmitted by the drone abruptly stopped and disappeared.

Then a loud bang was heard in the sky, followed by the scattered fragments of the drone, which had been blown to pieces, falling to the ground along with the debris of the loitering munition.

It was shot down?!
The armed squad on the ground seemed to be frozen in place, taking several seconds to realize what had happened.

The squad leader immediately whistled and growled, "Something's wrong! We've been spotted! Retreat!"

Not long after, a Warthog roared in from the direction of the town, landed on the riverbank, dropped off four or five Mexican auxiliary soldiers, and searched along the riverbank, but made no valuable discoveries.

Using the cover of the dense forest on the shore, the armed squad quickly covered two kilometers in just over ten minutes before taking a short break.

After confirming that they were not being tracked, the squad leader, panting, whispered, "'Holy Light' forces are extremely vigilant, and their equipment is becoming more and more like that of a regular army. They are a major hidden danger that cannot be ignored."

(End of this chapter)