Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Fei Niao remembered seeing content related to the overall migration of the city earlier, although it did not specifically mention the movements of the Berlin authorities, but rather some content related to the mobilization of infrastructure construction materials.

Relocating an entire city is a large and complex task that requires careful planning and effective execution by whoever wants to accomplish it.

Planning and decision-making are confidential information and are usually stored in physically isolated devices. Unless someone tries social engineering and physically invades the system to learn the full picture of the plan.

But this does not mean that the outside world cannot catch clues through personnel transfers.

The most typical indirect evidence is that a large number of industry experts went to Berlin to hold a secret meeting, and the number of large and small online and offline meetings in a short period of time climbed to a level that was unimaginable in previous years.

Even though no one knew what they were doing, it was enough to prove that they were evaluating something.

Feiniao has roughly estimated that these people include environmentalists, ecologists, geographic information system experts, as well as people from the fields of socioeconomics, public studies, land assessment, urban planning, transportation planning, and even the construction industry.

Furthermore, she observed that a large amount of daily necessities, construction materials, and especially materials for the hydropower industry were being mobilized to the Main-Frankfurt region.

Looking at the statistical map, the area around Main Frankfurt is like a black hole, swallowing up everything it comes across.

Furthermore, Raphael had mentioned during her days at the front that she did not understand why the Wehrmacht was mobilizing engineering troops.

Asuka found that teams related to civilian engineering had transferred personnel to varying degrees, but could not find out where they had gone.

Considering that the Wehrmacht did not build anything exotic like the "Gettysburg Line" or the Atlantic Wall along the coast, the building materials swallowed up by Main Frankfurt must have been used where they were supposed to be used.

Some higher education institutions that had once moved out urgently are also quietly packing their luggage, showing an attitude of moving again in front of everyone.

For the general public who lack access to information or are accustomed to media reports, it is rare to notice that the living environment around them is different from usual.

Multiple sources of indirect information confirmed each other, allowing Fei Niao to confirm that the Federal Republic of Germany had a plan to restore Frankfurt am Main and was implementing it.

But let's move, Berlin is almost ruined.

The Northern Lights event in 35 almost rewrote the landscape of Europe and the world.

The good news about the man-made collapse fluid explosion was that the collapse material failed to enter the atmospheric circulation. Only a large amount of high-energy collapse fluid was carried away by strong winds, directly destroying most of the Scandinavian Peninsula into a hopeless place.

The collapse fluid, spread by wind and ocean currents, turned the Baltic region and Central Europe into a dangerous pollution zone.

Collapse fluid spread by wind contaminated areas north of the Thuringia Mountains in Germany, which were evacuated immediately after the aurora borealis event was observed.

Even so, millions of people still suffered EILD reactions due to the high concentration of collapse fluid, and more than 300,000 people died in the two years before and after due to lack of timely treatment during the migration process.

Parts of the six former East German states and the northern states were contaminated in the incident, which directly led to large-scale population migration.

Berlin kept the city running normally despite the ELID collapse radiation, and various administrative agencies stayed in place instead of leaving, which is enough to make people give a thumbs up.

At least in Raphael's opinion, their actions are commendable and better than those bastards in New York State and New York City.

I have to say, everything is about comparison.

As Asuka was thinking about these things, he followed Raphael in cleaning the ground and collecting some branches with many leaves on them.

Luhui and Lingyin quickly built two sets of camping tents and then set up camouflage nets.

They quickly piled the collected branches onto the camouflage net.

In this way, a temporary hidden resting place is built.

The night breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled in the moonlight, as if it was nature's silent response to this human conflict.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was another gunshot.

Raphael spread out the camping mat and put some things that might be useful on it.

Suzune had already taken the rifle out of her case and carefully checked the condition of the firearm;

Fei Niao leaned his back against the tree trunk, staring down at the dimly glowing mobile phone, collecting information from the Internet.

The most outrageous thing was Xiao Si Luhui. She was boiling water on a portable stove, and next to her were instant noodles and cut fruits and vegetables that she had taken out from somewhere.

This doesn't look like they're here to familiarize themselves with city-related combat and survival skills; it's clearly them coming here for a camping vacation!

Chapter 94 Police Countermeasures

Yesterday was a very successful day for the demonstrators: the Stuttgart police gradually pushed back: they took the city like a flood.

I'm so tired, so alone

Now the protesters have occupied two nearby blocks, which are full of their supporters, and outside the encirclement, there are more ordinary people who support them.

After sunrise, the city was in shambles. Shop windows were smashed to pieces, and looters took away even the mannequins used to display clothing.

The riots sparked by the demonstrations spread throughout the commercial district, with broken glass strewn across the sidewalks, angry slogans spray-painted on walls, and burnt trash cans rising thick smoke on street corners.

Groups of angry demonstrators gathered on the streets, but they did not forget their original intentions and still held banners and shouted slogans.

Many people wore masks to cover their faces, and gathered together to whisper from time to time. Some arrogant people pointed at the police officers standing with shields in the distance. An atmosphere of impending storm enveloped the entire block.

Occasionally, you can see the blackened road surface and a slight smell of rust. No one cares about the gunshots last night, nor does anyone care who was shot.

These scenes exude a sense of doom more than anything else.

Human rationality is like a dam. Although it seems indestructible at ordinary times, its fate is doomed from the moment it collapses.

The public security system built by various public departments is a correction mechanism, and its job is to stop the damage immediately after the dam breaks.

But now, it has stopped functioning properly due to some human influence, allowing this madness to run rampant.

It is difficult for people to remain rational in a group, and not being dragged into the crowd can be considered strong-willed. However, the independent thinking ability of most people is unconsciously infected in a fanatical environment.

Finally, his sense of independence gradually became like a drop of water merging into the ocean and completely dissipated.

The police continued to back off, a move that demonstrators saw as a victory and became more radical. They did not seem to understand that once the police had completed the blockade, they were unable to receive reinforcements from their supporters.

As the number of “occupied” blocks increases, manpower is inevitably dispersed.

If no one is watching, the anti-riot teams composed of police officers will advance in a timely manner to "recapture" the occupied streets.

The two sides reached a delicate balance after some interactions.

Sheriff Felix Zimmerman stood behind the police armored vehicle, discussing the attack strategy with his men. Now that the crowd density has decreased, the police force in riot gear is ready for action.

They wore sturdy explosion-proof helmets with transparent masks hanging in front of them, allowing them to ignore most possible incoming attacks.

The superior called early in the morning to inform them of today's attack plan. Sheriff Zimmerman's suggestion last night had been approved:

Personnel were drawn from the National Defense Forces and dressed in police uniforms, and then, under the guidance of drones, they entered the streets occupied by protesters on multiple fronts to cut off their connections.

Zimmermann's men had made all preparations to carry out the order, but their superior called again: postpone the scheduled time by one hour, and at the same time he had to meet with the commander of the Wehrmacht to discuss mutual cooperation in person.

Zimmermann was very dissatisfied and angry about the delay. He felt that if the Wehrmacht could not coordinate such an action, he would simply retire and return to his hometown to farm.

But considering the branch director's temper of personally taking care of everything, he weighed the next ten years of his career and decided to pay the visit according to the director's advice.

Zimmerman hurriedly got into the car and bypassed the police cordon along the blockade line. He was almost hit by two stones flying from a distance. He cursed the old man in his heart for calling him there.

Bang!

The car window was finally damaged. It was smashed with cracks by a brick that flew from nowhere.

The driver tilted his head while driving, looking at the spider crack with dissatisfaction, and the wind blew in through the gap.

He should have driven a police car, not a sedan that had not been modified in any way.

"…The insurance company should pay for it, right?" Zimmerman stared at the car window in astonishment, gritting his teeth and saying, "If the insurance company doesn't pay, I'll definitely find the bastard who smashed the car!"

The driver looked up in the rearview mirror at his boss's expression and chuckled to himself.

In the temporary command post set up by the Wehrmacht, Zimmermann met Captain Lucas Schmidt, the commander of the support force.

He found that this group of people's style of operation was quite tough, which completely broke the image of the Federal Armed Forces as fat guys in the past twenty years.

Zimmerman clearly remembers that for quite a long time, the Wehrmacht was almost branded as "lack of training and seriously excessive body fat percentage", which directly gave his generation a sarcastic impression of "federal fat otaku".

It might be more appropriate to describe the Wehrmacht at that time as "a pile of shit led by politicians."

First, he remembered that the level of corruption in the Wehrmacht was comparable to that of the American Central Theater, with a considerable proportion of officers and soldiers in the system involved in reselling military supplies, resulting in about 30% of the arsenal being "black stock" - but the official only admitted that 7%-8% was lost.

Secondly, many weapons and equipment did not match the models listed in the catalog, and some equipment was older than the soldiers.

Back then, Zimmerman was still a young man who was concerned about his country and the people, and he would be angry at these idle wage thieves.

Now that he's older, he's become resigned to his fate.

The soldiers and officers who appeared before him brightened his eyes. They somehow had a sense of the old Wehrmacht. It was obvious that Schmidt's command post was always well-organized and neat.

At this time, the young man changed into a police uniform. He supported the table with his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, and quickly flipped through the documents submitted by his subordinates.

He was bareheaded and his hair was shaved close and stood up.

Schmidt saw Zimmerman being escorted in by the guards and immediately signed his name at the end.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. You are Sheriff Felix Zimmerman."

The captain's heels clicked, he stood at attention and saluted, "I am Captain Lucas Schmidt, who has been ordered to assist you."

"Hello, Felix Zimmerman," Zimmerman returned the greeting.

"We currently have 118 personnel, including six officers, three technical experts and professional technicians. The equipment is in good condition. We carry riot control equipment according to the mission. All weapons are regularly maintained and overhauled to ensure that we can maintain a high level of combat capability in various environments."

Zimmerman looked at him strangely when he heard that, but when he thought of the car window that was smashed by a brick, the doubts in his mind suddenly disappeared.

"Please take a seat, Sheriff." Schmidt said with a smile, "We will fully cooperate with you and quell the riot as quickly as possible."

He seemed to see the sheriff's confusion and explained:

"Our main mission is to carry out rapid maneuvers and counter-terrorism missions. We have participated in many similar missions and there will be no problems."

Chapter 95: Give a Favor

"Ah, none of the marchers seem to realize that they are about to be finished."

Fei Niao handed the telescope to Lu Hui and said mockingly: "The herd mentality of human beings is fully demonstrated here, it really is..."

"So, what do you think those people who suddenly woke up would think when they saw the police quickly inserted and completed the division and siege?"

"His mentality would be: It would be better if my mother didn't give birth to me! It seems that you have not met enough people to ask this question."

"No."

"Then I hope you don't have to experience this."

"Have you ever tasted it?" Lu Hui asked back.

Suddenly, the tarpaulin covering the entrance to the top of the roof shook slightly.

Raphael led the way in, followed by a skinny, older German.

"So, has the Stuttgart State Government decided?"

She took two steps forward, leaving the German behind, took the telescope and observed:

"I heard that the National Defense Forces have already arrived. The situation will improve soon."

"The one that just arrived was a police force of 100 people, not the National Defense Force."

"Who is following you?"

Fei Niao was very curious about where Raphael had found this old man. He stood silently beside her, looking at her curiously instead of observing the layout of the rooftop.

"He is a man of the Foreign Service in Berlin, Simon Fischer, Second Secretary."

"Oh."

Asuka didn't turn around, but just raised his head to the German behind him, "What are the people from the Foreign Affairs Department doing here? Today we are here to observe the actions of the Wehrmacht, and we have no other plans."

"Really observation?" asked the foreign affairs officer, taking his first close look at the girls present.

It was unbelievable that as a sane adult he found the US military's recruiting tactics ridiculous.

The whole family was recruited in an orderly manner, and although they were all assigned to positions as foreign affairs military attachés, they were to serve as military observers rather than office-type civilian staff within the embassy.

"Can I see your ID, miss?"

Luhui handed her officer ID to the foreign affairs officer, who took it and looked at it quickly, then returned it to Luhui and looked at Raphael again:

"Okay, now I'm going to make fun of you."

“It’s not a joke, but it’s a joke. The result of the Northern Lights incident is no secret. It’s a fact that North and South America refuse to accept refugees.