Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 150 A Beauty Lacking the Blows of History

The first transport planes from the Lone Star State National Guard arrived in the evening.

Moreover, they were escorted by F-16 fighter jets.

Of course, by this time it was no longer just Lone Star State.

Because the fighter jets needed to refuel en route, they partnered with another state to provide them with supplies. The latter also sent its National Guard to fight, but since the local population was relatively peaceful, they were assigned to the Lone Star State National Guard as partners to jointly quell the rebellion. They would suppress the insurgents together, and of course, they would also clean up the battlefield together.

In short, they belong to the Allied Forces.

Lone Star State had no choice but to agree, after all, they knew that their own forces were somewhat incapable of suppressing the rebellion...

The fat is too much.

There is no need to lose the big picture for the small.

However, the neighboring state they originally wanted to land in refused to let them land there because of comments made by some media outlets in Lone Star State, so they had to land in the war zone instead.

Then the female governor of the war zone angrily ordered airports across the country to prohibit it from landing.

Block the runway.

She initially intended to order the Air National Guard to scramble and intercept, but after assessing their capabilities, their Air National Guard commander refused, citing presidential orders as the reason. Regardless of congressional authorization, the president is the supreme commander of the armed forces. While he needs state legislature authorization to deploy the National Guard for cross-border operations, he does have the power to prohibit National Guard aircraft from taking off within his state.

We must follow the procedure.

Of course, the main reason is that they don't dare to.

The states that had announced their participation in the counterinsurgency all simultaneously announced that they would send fighter jets. Each state's Air National Guard has only a few dozen fighter jets, and they are the oldest F-16s. Once this interception begins, even if this batch wins, will the next batch also have to be attacked?
They're facing a barrage of attacks from over twenty states that have already confirmed their arrival.

We're all acquaintances, we know each other inside and out, how could we possibly withstand this kind of relentless pressure?

What a fart!

They don't want to die yet.

So the female governor had no choice but to order the airport to be closed.

Then, armed militias in various places immediately drove large vehicles onto the runways of various airports.

While the Air National Guard was afraid of dying, the Army National Guard and local militias were united in their hatred of these outsiders. After all, there were already hundreds of thousands of National Guard and militia members fighting the insurgents in the city. Although some media outlets were spreading rumors that they were actually looting the most, this was clearly redneck propaganda. They were clearly fighting the insurgents, and had even killed thousands. At the same time, the governor announced that the situation in the city was under initial control and that no further troops were needed. The commander of the National Guard in charge of the counterinsurgency in the city also released some combat footage and images of the bodies of slain insurgents.

However, it was soon discovered that the group that had been exchanging fire with them was actually a militia from the neighboring state.

The neighboring state, however, remained silent.

So what if a few patriots died in battle against the rebels?

Very normal.

After all, some of the insurgents they killed were identified as National Guard soldiers from the war zone states.

It's best not to expose each other's secrets in these kinds of situations; keeping quiet and making a fortune is the smart thing to do.

However, the blockade of the airport did not prevent the Lone Star State counterinsurgency army from landing.

"Look at this magnificent sight!"

Yang Feng looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

The Hercules transport plane is landing over the international airport that previously prevented him from landing.

This airport is for large passenger planes and has a huge area. What's the use of blocking the runway? Military transport planes like the Hercules don't need to land on the runway at all. Any patch of grass is enough. So other Hercules planes were still circling behind, waiting for this transport plane to land so they could line up to land.

But at the same time, the tracer rays of artillery shells from the airport pierced the sky.

Hercules was immediately hit by a bullet.

It was falling and didn't even have time to react before it crashed into the ground, heading straight for the shell.

At the same time, more shells hit it, and the landing transport plane immediately trailed black smoke before crashing into the ground, where flames exploded the next moment.

The other Hercules were so frightened that they quickly pulled him up.

One of the escorting F-16s immediately swooped down to the ground and opened fire.

But suddenly two plumes of smoke shot into the sky from the ground.

The F-16s that were firing frantically released jamming signals and pulled up simultaneously.

But it was still a step too late.

A missile exploded directly on its rear.

The fighter jet also trailed black smoke, and the pilot, terrified, ejected immediately. Its escorting fighter jet dropped laser-guided bombs. Just as the jet crashed and exploded, thick smoke rose from the bombs exploding at the location where the missiles had been fired. Immediately afterward, the escorting fighter jets began a relentless bombardment of the ground, dropping laser-guided bombs directly on locations they suspected of harboring anti-aircraft weapons. Thick smoke continued to rise from the airfield. Anti-aircraft missiles continued to be fired intermittently, but none hit their targets. These were clearly not civilian groups, but rather field air defenses by the National Guard or the military. Moreover, since both sides belonged to the same system, they undoubtedly had IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) functionality, so they had to disable it beforehand.

This was a premeditated ambush.

Of course, the female governor will never admit it. No matter how much she throws a tantrum, she won't dare to really break off relations. The key point is that this matter was authorized by the internet celebrity president, and she insists that she came to quell the rebellion.

If you can't handle the rebellion yourselves, then the internet celebrity president will get other states to help.

This is for the country.

In order to rescue the millions of trapped citizens as soon as possible.

The Senate, embroiled in internal strife, has yet to produce a resolution. It has neither authorized nor criticized the president, and several senators even got into a fight in the chamber, prompting the vice president to order them to be ejected. The female governor has received no support at the federal level, only authorization from the state legislature.

But the authorization only allowed her to deploy the National Guard to quell the rebellion.

Several states, led by those on the West Coast, do have a number of states that support her.

However, this support is limited to anything other than actual support.

Actually, she understands.

Several West Coast states, especially White Bear, are actually gloating over this economic heartland of the East Coast. After all, most of the capitalists fleeing from here are heading to the East Coast. These capitalists have no state borders, or even national borders. Capitalists have no homeland; in this era of globalization, they are the ones who have truly achieved the borderless bourgeoisie.

Losing control of the city and some financial losses is a small matter for those truly big capitalists. Their industries, spread across states and even countries, have long made them like deeply rooted trees, making it difficult for them to die.

Therefore, the female governor did not say that the local National Guard's anti-aircraft missiles were attacking friendly forces that were supposedly suppressing the rebellion.

That was done by the rebel soldiers.

"Master, the governor of Lone Star State claims that their National Guard was attacked by insurgent missiles, losing a transport plane and a fighter jet. The escort fighters were forced to launch airstrikes against the airport that had been occupied by the insurgents."

"That's what the divine servant guarding the notebook said."

It's clear that Lone Star State doesn't want to break ties either; whoever is on the ground can only be a rebel.

"They've begun their descent."

"That's what the capitalist said."

Above the airport, thick smoke billowed as the transport plane descended again, and a Hercules began its landing. This time, there were no intercepting missiles; hundreds of laser-guided heavy bombs not only cleared out the anti-aircraft guns and Avenger launchers hidden in the airport, but also destroyed the airport's main buildings. Places where anti-aircraft weapons might have been hidden were all reduced to ruins.

Of course, there were no accidental injuries.

Those killed were all rebels.

"Gentlemen, it seems this chaos will not end anytime soon. I will help you contact your president, and he will send a helicopter to pick you up."

Yang Feng stood up and said.

It certainly won't end anytime soon.

The biggest concern in this kind of situation is the involvement of foreign militaries, especially when dozens of foreign militaries are gradually entering the fray.

Even if the people inside the city wanted to stop, it would be impossible for them to do so from then on.

They've already looted enough, but the newcomers haven't gotten their share yet. The latter have come all this way not to watch others celebrate their harvest, but because they know that once the chaos ends, they can't make a fortune. So they'd better not let the chaos end. And once one group of foreign troops has made their money, another group will arrive. They're not here to watch others be happy either. You can't close the door once you're on board. Even if there's no chaos, they'll create chaos to keep it going.

Eventually, one batch after another...

The chaos will not end until all the city's wealth is looted.

This was an inevitable outcome.

At this point, even a celebrity president couldn't salvage the situation. Anyone who tries to stop them will die; blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. Even deploying regular troops would have the same result, as regular troops are considered foreign troops. There are tens of thousands of regular troops in the city right now!
Even now, the surrender of those labeled as rebels cannot end the chaos.

They didn't come here specifically for them.

Their surrender was feigned, and they would soon launch a surprise attack on the royal army, which would then turn the country into a chaotic war again. In the end, the history of this country was too short, and even the rulers lacked an understanding of what a truly chaotic world should be like.

young people.

There's a kind of beauty that's untouched by the harsh realities of history!

With a sigh, Yang Feng walked straight towards the stairwell door.

His female disciples quickly packed their things and followed.

The captain and co-pilot, who had already adopted the title of his disciple, opened the stairwell door for him. Amidst the bitter gazes of the capitalists behind them, they walked in. However, Yang Xianren kept his promise; he called the internet-famous president from inside the stairwell. The president immediately promised to send helicopters to rescue the trapped individuals and thanked Yang Xianren for the protection he had provided. Two hours later, several helicopters belonging to the Presidential Secret Service flew to the rooftop and, broadcasting the entire process live, brought the capitalists to the Presidential Palace. There, they were received by the internet-famous president and gratefully described how Yang Xianren had protected them from being killed by insurgents during their time of crisis.

And of course, I should also thank the internet celebrity president.

They were all wearing suits.

At this moment, Yang Xianren was riding in a ten-seater minivan, driving through the chaotic streets.

"My God, this place is just like the battlefields of Eastern Europe."

One of the divine servants, still streaming live, screamed as he watched the chaotic battle outside.

A group of soldiers in full combat gear were taking turns providing cover as they charged past a group of armed men. Although the men only had light weapons, they had a large number of Molotov cocktails, which they kept throwing at the soldiers under the cover of burning cars. One after another, large, obviously energetic black men howled like they had returned to the hunting grounds, and under the cover of their comrades' fire, they suddenly threw Molotov cocktails into the middle of the soldiers.

But then he was hit by a bullet.

However, these guys were clearly not in a normal mental state, so new bombardiers quickly rushed out.

Although the soldiers were well-equipped, they dared not go all out due to the lack of stable supplies. Moreover, all of them were carrying heavy backpacks, so their progress was very slow. The chaotic traffic on the streets forced them to walk instead.

A soldier was suddenly hit by a bullet and fell down.

His teammates tried to pull him up, but found that he had been shot in the head and was already dead.

The officer in charge hurriedly walked over to them, ripped the corpse's backpack off, and opened it. Inside, it was instantly filled with green, and he simply threw the banknotes out...

“You bastards, here’s what you want. We swear to God we won’t shoot.”

he shouted.

Those who were besieging them stared wide-eyed at the bundles of banknotes scattered on the ground.

"Don't rob them, even if we kill them, they're all ours."

A voice suddenly shouted.

But it was too late; the closest ones had already rushed forward without regard for their own safety.

There are at least two million on the ground!

Everyone risked their lives to besiege this group of soldiers just for money; who cares about others if they can get what they want?

Seeing this, the others panicked and rushed out from their hiding places. At this moment, the man who was in charge of them finally poked his head out. This Latino man, who was obviously somewhat intelligent, cursed these idiots, but the next moment, with a thud, he instinctively turned his head and was hit by a 40mm grenade. In the flash of the explosion, he fell down with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The officer sneered, glanced at the people still grabbing the money, and hurriedly led his men away.

But then they saw the van that Yang Feng was riding in.

The flight attendant standing in front of the door gave a haughty snort.

The officer looked at Yang Xianren behind her and was so frightened that he quickly stood close to the wall.

His soldiers also lined up against the wall.

Yang Feng calmly stepped out of the van, looked at the cars blocking the street, took out his giant bow, and shot an arrow. The energy arrow instantly struck the burning cars, and the powerful energy impact sent them flying forward, some even disintegrating into fragments.

The passage was smashed open in an instant.

The cars and debris that were thrown into the air crashed into the buildings on both sides.

Yang Feng walked back to the van with his head held high and sat down in his large sofa.

The flight attendant was still standing in front of the door.

Yang Feng suddenly waved to someone outside.

The officer moved forward with trepidation.

"Didn't you think about the future? Instead of taking this opportunity to unite and negotiate with the government to end this chaos, are you going to wait for the National Guard from each state to arrive and then be wiped out?"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Sir, I am just a second lieutenant."

The officer said cautiously.

“This is my number. Find someone willing to end this chaos, then contact me. I will act as your guarantor in negotiations.”

Yang Feng said.

Then the flight attendant handed the lieutenant a slip of paper with his phone number on it.

The latter accepted it with both hands, flattered and surprised.

(End of this chapter)