Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 151 A scene brimming with vitality, all things flourishing.
Under the second lieutenant's humble gaze, which resembled that of a loyal dog, the van drove through a messy street and among the dilapidated high-rise buildings.

It was only one day.

This once bustling metropolis, one of the most vibrant cities in the world, has been completely transformed.

Amidst skyscrapers riddled with holes due to shattered glass, streets strewn with corpses, and abandoned vehicles burning in a dense, chaotic manner...

This isn't just about venting; it's a highly effective tactic. Unarmed civilians want to block armed groups and grab as much as possible in this redistribution of wealth by blocking all the streets and paralyzing the city's traffic.

Tanks can indeed run over these vehicles, but if the streets are full of such vehicles, tanks are actually powerless.

Besides, how many tanks are there?

The tanks here were part of the regular army originally planned to intercept Yang Feng.

It is centered around a mechanized infantry division.

As for the local state's National Guard, which also entered the scene, it lacked armored units. Although this state's National Guard was the renowned Rainbow Division, it had long since become a hollow, purely infantry division without any armored forces. Moreover, one of its brigades belonged to the National Guard of the neighboring state, so the actual number of tanks in the entire city was only around two hundred. This was because the looting and arson were completely decentralized, with the organized groups of soldiers taking over key positions. They occupied high-value targets such as famous banks; for example, the Federal Reserve Bank, rumored to contain thousands of tons of gold, was protected by a group with dozens of tanks.

Protect!

At least that's what the major who commanded the gang publicly stated.

As for the occasional explosions heard below the bank, they could only mean that robbers were shot and killed while attempting to rob the bank.

Even so, the Federal Reserve headquarters still had to appease them, not only giving their families large sums of money but also sending them abroad. This was because the major said that in order to avoid causing panic in other countries, the diplomats from various countries stranded in the city should be allowed to visit the vault. This vault was not the one at a military base, where their own gold was stored. Most of the gold in this vault was stored by other countries.

Given the current situation, it's difficult for the other side to have sufficient confidence in the security here.

Therefore, we should be more confident.

Let their diplomats go to the vault to count the money. As long as the totals match, there's nothing to worry about.

Of course, this was just the major's personal suggestion.

Then the Federal Reserve headquarters silently accepted their various demands.

In fact, there are quite a few similar cases.

After all, there are always some people who want to leave themselves a way out, at least they can't be labeled as rebels. But they can't control their greedy desires, so they can use the pretext of protecting a special building to bargain with the government or its affiliated conglomerate. Afterwards, at least for a short time, the other party won't bother to settle accounts later.

And during this time, you can run away.

Of course, this is just their fantasy, and it's uncertain whether it will actually succeed.

"But I can help you."

Yang Feng quickly received a call from the lieutenant and then arrived in front of the Federal Reserve Bank. He looked at the major in front of him and said...

This Major Norrington led a detachment consisting of over thirty tanks, most of a battalion of infantry, and even two self-propelled guns that somehow joined the unit, using this bank as their base. However, this bank was the Federal Reserve Bank, one of the twelve largest Federal Reserve Banks in the country, and the most important one; in fact, it was more important than the headquarters, or rather, it was the de facto headquarters.

The capital city is just an office space; this is the Fed's base.

Major Norrington and his men controlled this building and the surrounding buildings that served as firing positions, preventing other forces from entering. There were also many corpses nearby, and one of their tanks had been destroyed.

"Your Excellency, please give your orders."

The major said it very simply.

"First, you must be authorized by the president; you are the protectors of this city."

This must be confirmed by him.

Yang Feng said.

Then he took out his phone and dialed the number of the internet celebrity president.

The latter, of course, gave them face.

The major was promoted to colonel on the spot.

In fact, for the internet celebrity president, he has already won so far. He has gained the support of thirty states and is cheered by the National Guard of those states, all of which regard him as their leader and savior of the country. The painful lesson of the capitalists in that city has also made them much more obedient to him.

Of course, the rebels on the West Coast have already categorized him as a demon.

But it is not important.

They still dare to rebel?

Given the current support from various states, if these rebels dare to openly rebel, then we can send tanks to them one by one.

"Where have your other key generals gone?"

The internet celebrity president asked on the phone.

"Your Excellency, according to our military radio call, the division commander and several colonels left after the incident. Currently, we can confirm that two lieutenant colonels and two majors are still in the city. Lieutenant Colonel Smith was injured by the bandits, while Lieutenant Colonel Howard is still there because he was protecting the UN headquarters at the time."

Your Excellency, we are all West Point graduates, and our mission is to be loyal to the country. We will never betray the country.

Our family has always been your supporter.

Major Norrington quickly said.

“Lieutenant Colonel Howard is too far away, and your division commander is too irresponsible. I will dismiss him. You will now act as division commander and take direct command from me. Then contact other officers and soldiers who are still loyal to the country and get them to come to you.”

You must protect several important facilities and prevent anyone from taking over without my permission.

The internet celebrity president said.

"Understood, Your Excellency, I will do my best."

The major immediately saluted from a distance and said.

This is tantamount to whitewashing him, and whitewashing everyone who follows him. These people can bring the wealth they looted in the city and come to him to join him, becoming his subordinates with the special status of being directly under the president. Of course, the wealth they carry is also whitewashed and becomes their own.

Your Excellency the President is so thoughtful.

In this way, he could even whitewash the tens of thousands of soldiers who participated in burning, killing, and looting.

These people should be extremely grateful!
“Our army has been ruined by those idiots. We must thoroughly clean up the mess afterwards. Those who are truly loyal to the country and to God, and who are truly capable, are the real soldiers. We should not let those useless people who climbed up the ranks by political correctness become generals. Do a good job and let me see your loyalty and ability.”

The internet celebrity president said with satisfaction.

then……

A piercing whistling sound suddenly rang out in the sky.

Before Major Norrington could even...

Colonel Norrington reacted as a laser-guided bomb rained down from the sky and exploded among the tanks under his command.

The two tanks were instantly blown away.

The blast wave also overturned several armored vehicles nearby. "It's the Lone Star State Air National Guard."

An officer held up binoculars, looking at the F-16s in the distant sky.

"Major, they've crossed the bridge."

"The officer on guard shouted."

Major Norrington looked at the bridge in the distance, where a large number of soldiers were crossing.

But they were all light infantrymen on foot.

“Tell them that we are acting on the orders of His Excellency the President to protect the Federal Reserve Bank.”

Major Norrington said.

As for how to contact them, it was simple. The other end was the Lone Star State National Guard, which was actually a shell of its former self—the 36th Infantry Division—with its own internal communications system, so a simple radio call would suffice. The call connected quickly, and Major Norrington took the radio and identified himself, but before he could finish speaking, the howling winds from the sky resumed.

A missile, leaving a trail like a giant spear, hurtled straight towards them.

And it was clearly aimed at him.

He was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

But at that very moment, a flash of crimson light appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Master Yang.

He turned his head in horror to look at the sky. The anti-radiation missile, which had been split in two, was falling in two halves. But at the same time, the whistling of artillery shells filled the air. They were mortar shells, and then 120mm shells rained down from the sky and exploded around them. The soldiers on guard screamed in agony.

Why are they still attacking us?

An officer shouted as he ran.

"Because of this bank."

"That's what Master Yang said."

Indeed, nobody cares whether you're directly under the president's command!

What matters is the most valuable thing you have here.

You need presidential authorization to whitewash your actions, but they don't need any whitewashing; they're already innocent. Seizing this bank is equivalent to taking the Federal Reserve Bank from the rebels. As for the presidential authorization, the president didn't tell us, so how would we know? And given Lone Star State's strength, even if they emptied the vault and returned to Lone Star State, the Federal Reserve wouldn't dare ask for it back. These barbarians won't reason with you; in fact, this might be their intended target—otherwise, why would they bomb it directly?
This is to clear away the obstacles first.

Colonel Norrington also regained consciousness.

"fire!"

He said it without hesitation.

A tank next to him raised its gun barrel, and the next moment flames shot out.

The shell pierced through the gaps in the skyscrapers, striking the Lone Star State National Guard crossing the bridge. Many were thrown into the air amidst the explosion's flash, but fighter jets overhead dropped laser-guided bombs, which exploded nearby. The blast wave shattered all the surrounding windows, sending shards of glass flying inwards. From the windows of the Federal Reserve Bank, screams of agony immediately echoed.

However, at the same time, an Avenger anti-aircraft vehicle drove out of the underground parking lot.

Immediately afterwards, the poisonous stinger shot into the sky.

The F-16s, which were originally planning to drop bombs, immediately pulled up.

Meanwhile, tanks opened fire directly outside the Federal Reserve Bank, with shells exploding among Lone Star National Guard soldiers crossing the bridge.

Let's fight then!

Who is afraid of whom!
Do you think our mechanized infantry are afraid of a bunch of light infantry?

So what if they have fighter jets? Go ahead and blow this building up! Once it's collapsed, retrieving the gold from the underground vault won't be so easy. Colonel Norrington was confident; he knew the other side wouldn't dare blow up the building, since retrieving the vault from a collapsed building wouldn't be a quick process. Even if they seized the place, they would have to move the gold as quickly as possible, otherwise the Federal Reserve and the President wouldn't allow them to do so. Ultimately, they didn't dare to completely sever ties.

The tanks continued firing, and even the two self-propelled guns opened fire.

However, they were bombarding the enemy's artillery.

The enemy's 120mm mortars were hidden in the city opposite and kept firing shells at us.

Shells kept exploding on the building.

Fortunately, these old buildings are very sturdy. The 120mm mortar shells were too weak. Although the walls were blasted and damaged, not a single part collapsed. Meanwhile, the machine gunners hidden in the windows were also aiming at the enemy crossing the bridge. They were unleashing a barrage of fire from guns and even automatic grenade launchers at the Lone Star State National Guard soldiers on the other side.

The latter was pinned to the bridge.

Behind them, thick smoke rose from the city where heavy artillery shells had exploded.

But more fighter jets also appeared in the sky.

Guided bombs whistled in, but although they avoided the Federal Reserve Bank, the density of skyscrapers here was too high, and the F-16s were not dive bombers because they were afraid of Stinger missiles. In fact, they dropped the bombs from a certain distance, let them fly a certain distance, and then drop them at a certain angle.

That would make it very difficult to hit the tanks below the Federal Reserve Bank.

In this land where every inch is precious, the skyscrapers that can only be built close together happen to block the flight path of guided bombs.

No matter how accurate your aim, it's useless.

After all, they are affected by various factors when they are in the sky.

Even a slight deviation would send them crashing directly into those skyscrapers. The Federal Reserve Bank building was almost the shortest in the ring; it was completed before the Empire State Building even started construction. It was like an elderly lady leaning on a cane, squeezed among a group of tall, long-legged models! As a result, guided bombs exploded one after another on those skyscrapers that symbolized the world's financial hegemony. Names of those who used financial bombs to destroy the economies of countries, plunging them into economic collapse or even war, were shattered in the real bombing...

Ultimately, the real bomb is the king.

Meanwhile, Colonel Norrington hid in the lobby of the Federal Reserve Bank, desperately calling out to the various gangs scattered throughout the city via radio.

Unite!

First, drive out the external enemies!
These bastards are only after the wealth they've already seized.

Moreover, it's difficult to escape now, since they are surrounded by enemies. To the west are neighboring states, to the north are their own, and to the east are National Guard units from the southern states that are arriving under the banner of suppressing the rebellion. They are surrounded on three sides.

Behind them was the vast ocean.

They amassed enormous wealth in the city under the guise of rebellion; even an ordinary soldier could easily be carrying millions of dollars, jewelry, and gold. But now these foreign bastards are treating them like easy prey, trying to kill them and seize all that wealth under the pretense of suppressing the rebellion.

These bastards don't even need to worry about legal issues, since they are the ones who committed the burning, killing, and looting. They will take the blame for all the crimes, while these bastards just need to enjoy the wealth stained with their blood.

This is intolerable.

Now that we have presidential authorization, what's there to be afraid of!

Hit it!

Whoever wins gets it.

(End of this chapter)