Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 147 The Collapse of the Empire
Escape...

It would be foolish not to run away.

There's a huge crowd on the other side, and an invincible force in the sky. The king's army doesn't fight when they're at a disadvantage.

The problem was that a large number of tanks, armored vehicles, and military vehicles were crowded on the bridge, making a quick retreat impossible. As a result, many soldiers simply abandoned their equipment and fled.

And there is no shortage of retired soldiers among the crowd.

Thieves are conscripted into the army!

Before joining the army, I was at the bottom of society; after joining, I risked my life for money; and after retiring, I was still at the bottom of society.

In a country where good families don't have soldiers, they wouldn't be respected either. Besides, given what they do abroad, they certainly don't deserve respect.

So, several retired soldiers climbed into an abandoned tank, complete with their standard loader. A disheveled, homeless man, clearly a former tank commander, leaned out from the turret and expertly gave orders to his comrades inside. Then, the tank's turret rotated slightly, the gun barrel rose, and it was aimed directly at a skyscraper in the city ahead...

"Aim for the seventh floor, that's where the insurance company that bankrupted me is!"

he shouted.

One of the loading machines inside immediately emitted a joyful shout.

Immediately afterwards, flames shot out from the cannon muzzle, and the deafening roar shook the city. The shockwave from the cannon muzzle caused the fleeing soldiers to turn around in astonishment to watch this scene.

At the same time, 125mm shells swept overhead with a piercing whistle, reaching their targets almost instantly.

The glass curtain wall on the seventh floor of that building was reduced to fragments that sprayed outwards in the flames of the explosion.

"Kill all these bastards, kill all these financial managers, insurance brokers, investment advisors, kill all these bankers, real estate developers, futures brokers..."

The homeless man roared excitedly.

Operating the heavy machine gun, he also aimed at the floor that had been reduced to a large hole, and then the tracer of the bullet pierced out, accurately hitting the target 1.5 kilometers away.

One by one, the 12.7mm bullets disappeared into the thick black smoke.

Their violent outburst left those behind somewhat bewildered. It was rather sudden; while they were clearly planning to cause trouble, their abrupt and extreme approach caught everyone off guard. However, hearing the names they shouted, everyone suddenly felt that this was exactly what was expected. Each name represented the dreams of the underprivileged, but also the very people they hated most. After all, behind almost every bankrupt person in this country was the hard work of these individuals.

Who hasn't been scammed by them?
Insurance companies with a claim rejection rate exceeding 30%.

Futures exchanges that can't afford to lose will simply disconnect from the internet.

Securities firms that can't compete with a group of retail investors and directly restrict trading on the trading platform.

……

Financial capitalists and their lackeys, through various means of plunder and extortion, transformed closed factories and bankrupt families into their own glittering empires.

They're like a juicer, squeezing out all the wealth from small business owners, middle-class families, and small farmers, using it to build their extravagant lifestyles, and then discarding the leftovers, turning them into homeless people wrapped in blankets lying on cardboard boxes in the wind and rain. Everyone knows this, everyone understands why this country has come to this point, and although everyone dreams of being one of them, they are also aware of all this.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been the Occupy Central movement back then.

The Occupy Movement back then resulted in the lake being flooded with concrete, but things are different today!

Golden angels were spreading their wings above their heads, as if enveloping them in holy light, so why did they have to think so much?
Why can't I vent my frustrations?

A typical middle-aged office worker suddenly walked into an abandoned military vehicle and gripped the handle of an automatic grenade launcher with both hands. His face was flushed with an unusual red, as if he had been drinking too much, but he raised the weapon with trembling hands and aimed it at a building in front of him bearing the logo of a famous bank.

"I still have ten more years of student loans to pay off, but I'm paying you back now!"

He screamed like a madman.

The next moment, the automatic grenade launcher fired, and with a series of thuds, 40mm grenades flew out at their maximum angle of attack.

Immediately afterwards, flames exploded on the glass curtain wall of the building.

"And my house that you just took away!"

On a military vehicle next to him, a similar middle-aged man stood beside a TOW missile, firing it at another bank amidst shouts.

……

The homeless who followed Yang Feng, the repressed middle-aged office workers, the bankrupt retired soldiers, and everyone who knew how to use these weapons—all of them—occupied the abandoned tanks like in a carnival, and then opened fire on the skyscrapers opposite them in various ways. Shells whistled through the air and exploded on the skyscrapers, the tracer beams of large-caliber machine gun bullets shattered glass curtain walls, and there were even a few abandoned mortars. Several familiar retired soldiers stood beside the 120mm mortars, happily loading them, watching the shells soar into the sky.

And behind them came cheers.

The fleeing soldiers looked at each other in panic. After all, they bore a heavy responsibility; this situation wouldn't have happened if they hadn't abandoned their weapons.

This isn't just a slap in the face to a few buildings; it's a slap in the face to the true rulers of this country!

These are the people who truly have the power to decide their fate; once the officials settle scores, none of them will escape.

Unless they can fight back and reclaim those weapons.

but……

"boom!"

There was a loud bang in the sky.

They immediately looked up.

Then an armed helicopter in the sky turned into a rain of fire as it fell.

The missile it just launched, having lost its guidance, is now crashing into buildings on the ground.

Clearly, the pilot of this armed helicopter is eager to advance his career and wants to show the lords his bravery, hoping to earn their reward.

It was merely engraved on a tombstone. And the golden-armored angel held a giant bow, still in a drawn bow stance.

The remaining armed helicopters were hurriedly flying away, and one that was sober even descended directly into the space between skyscrapers.

An energy arrow was generated in the golden-armored angel's hand, instantly transforming into a blue meteor and flying out.

Then the blue meteor struck a fleeing armed helicopter, passed through the flames of the exploding helicopter, and continued forward, knocking off the tail of another helicopter in front of it before disappearing into the air.

The unfortunate attack helicopter immediately spun around and crashed, then exploded into a ball of fire on a building.

The soldiers below looked at each other in bewilderment, and continued to flee without hesitation. One tank even suddenly stopped.

Then it lowered its cannon and fired the shell directly at the other side.

Flames erupted on a luxury yacht moored opposite, turning its pristine white body instantly black as if tainted.

Cheers erupted inside the tank.

Then its main gun fired again, and flames exploded on another yacht. The yacht owner, who was admiring the view through binoculars, was blown away by the explosion.

The tank kept pointing out the names of the luxury yachts moored on the shore, like it was firing a target.

The captured tanks continued forward, followed by a surging crowd. Two more tanks stopped in the fleeing column, quickly merging with the advancing group. Eventually, two tanks, four infantry fighting vehicles, and numerous military vehicles formed a steel formation on the bridge, advancing forward. They carried the crowd across the bridge into the district representing wealth, while Yang Feng continued to protect them from the sky. Chaos reigned on the streets, with some of those who had followed the bridge smashing up shops and even banks.

A security guard in front of a bank even brandished a gun as a threat, but then the turret of an infantry fighting vehicle spun around, startling the guard so much that he quickly dropped his gun, covered his head, and crouched down.

The reveling crowd swarmed in from around him.

Before the lobby manager could react, he angrily tried to stop them, only to be knocked down and trampled over.

The troublemakers and a few soldiers mixed in with them happily rushed towards the counter. Amidst the terrified screams of the female employees inside, a soldier picked up a rocket launcher, and the rocket hit the bulletproof glass, shattering it in the explosion. The soldier with the gun then rushed in, followed by the troublemakers swarming in. The rocket launcher calmly tossed aside the launcher, then walked up to a terrified customer and took the glove box from the man wearing an expensive watch.

The latter still wouldn't let go.

He pulled out his pistol and smashed it directly into the latter's head.

The clearly Latino soldier felt the weight of the glove box and whistled with satisfaction.

The man with the famous watch was crouching on the ground, howling, clutching his bleeding head.

Of course, Yang Feng wouldn't interfere in such matters.

In fact, this was probably the main purpose of these people entering this area.

This country's long-term strategy of keeping its people ignorant has been remarkably successful. The lower classes are familiar with and understand this kind of catharsis, and the rulers also enjoy it. After all, once the catharsis is over, things return to normal. But if they aren't allowed to vent, the people will start to overthink, and once they begin to ponder, that's when the real danger lies. This catharsis, like the things they've let go of, brings simple, direct, but fleeting pleasure, allowing them to revel in it and avoid thinking about the things that are terrifying to the rulers.

Therefore, when the Sleeping King was in power, they preferred to allow this kind of venting, and even gave it a certain degree of legitimacy.

That's precisely to prevent those at the bottom from having to think about it.

When they can go directly to the zero-yuan purchase option if they can't afford the goods, they won't think about anything else, since if they don't have it, they can just go to the store to get it!
Why do you think so much?
As for the losses...

The rulers of this country suffered no loss.

Money is the least important thing to rulers.

After all, it's just the cost of starting the printing press; what they want is control, control for generations to come.

As for those who honestly run shops, in the eyes of the rulers, they are no different from those who go directly to them for free, or even worse. After all, the latter dare to cause trouble, while they are still dreaming of getting rich through hard work and obeying the law. In the eyes of the rulers of this country, they are the bottom of the pyramid.

It has a weakness!

Yang Feng wasn't there to lead these people in doing anything big; he was simply playing the role of an angel who had descended to earth, making this angel a symbol of the fantasies of these people at the bottom of society.

He certainly didn't bring them a fair society.

Whether this country is fair or not is none of his business; he's just a passerby. But he can bring them the illusion of fairness, and these people flood into this luxurious district and branch out into the streets, smashing up banks, luxury stores, and jewelry stores. They will also become the new illusions of the lower classes in other cities of this country.

You can learn it!

Yang Feng cannot bring about change for them, but when they are dissatisfied with reality, they yearn for the arrival of a golden angel.

He's just a passerby looking for fun; how could he possibly care about anything else?

Meanwhile, all the city's troops were rushing to reinforce this area. Tanks and armored vehicles that had been waiting to intercept Yang Feng withdrew from their previous positions to protect this capitalist enclave. In the same district, chaos was spreading rapidly. Reveling mobs stormed into buildings, looting anything they could see, even breaking into bankers' offices and throwing them out of windows. The bankers, no longer as composed as when they had observed the occupation, were dragged to their former balconies and thrown out amidst their terrified pleas.

The private armed forces they hired could no longer protect them; in addition to the defecting soldiers, the unruly civilians also took up arms.

You can arm yourself at any gun shop.

In fact, most of the soldiers who had fled earlier had now joined the looting.

After all, they weren't exactly good people to begin with. They were accustomed to burning, killing, and looting all over the world. Massacres of villages, night raids on homes, and the brutality of young girls were common occurrences. They were just a bunch of thieves and convicts. They burned, killed, and looted in occupied countries, but suddenly became good people in their own country? Bandits are like combs, soldiers are like razors. That's how it is with thieves and convicts. When a country has the ability to restrain them, it has no choice but to obediently endure it. But when order collapses, they are no more civilized in their own country than in any other country.

Since ancient times, when order collapses, arrogant and unruly soldiers are the most terrifying.

After all, when it comes to actual burning, killing, and looting, they are the strongest. Ordinary civilians might at most storm a bank with an AR-15, but they would storm a bank with a tank.

While the common people can't open the vault, the locals can directly access the cannons.

So what if you get caught on camera? As long as you rob enough, is it that hard to change your living environment in Latin America?
Moreover, this situation was spreading rapidly. The security guards soon realized that they might as well join in. The soldiers who came to reinforce and originally intended to suppress the crime also suddenly found that it was better to join them than to fight their original comrades. Looking at the bags full of gold and silver in their hands, it was hard for the thieves and their soldiers to remain rational!

On the first tank to arrive, the tank commander, standing behind the machine gun, stared into deep thought as a soldier opposite him, wearing the same regimental armband, waved a gold brick in his hand…

(End of this chapter)