After disengaging with the militia, we found a place to hide our ammunition and meet up with Big Eye's sniper team. It was estimated that the militia would be prepared for our surprise attack, and that it would not necessarily be very effective to take the initiative to attack, so we divided into five sniper groups and one support group to occupy positions on both sides of the main street in the west and north directions. The five sniper teams were certainly unable to cut off the militia, and we used dilapidated cars to set up some trigger mines on the road to cut the road.

In fact, after such a stir we made and the militias in the west and east stopped attacking, and the militia in the north also had no strength to attack. When the militia found that there was a problem in the rear, the offensive in these two directions was completely stopped, and people were sent to try to find us. But we didn't make direct contact with them, so we hid in the shadows and shot cold shots, and we changed places with each shot. After being shot at several times and triggering a few mines, the militia immediately became cautious and mobilized a group of men to deploy in the rear. We don't attack them with few people, but we just make a little noise from time to time to make them suspicious.

But even a morning of fighting cost us a lot. Otori told me that the Japanese sector had fallen, and that the men of Angelia had withdrawn to the main defensive ring, and in the process of retreating they were killed and wounded by militia fire, losing more than a hundred people.

The Self-Defense Forces also suffered heavy casualties. As a result of the militia's heavy use of anti-materiel guns, anti-tank missiles and cloudburst shells against our firing points, more than 30 fortifications in our main defensive ring were destroyed, and more than 40 combat casualties were lost. Compared to the loss of territory, the casualties are unbearable for me. We lacked reinforced concrete, so we had to rely on mounds of earth to strengthen our protection, and such fortifications could not be fully carried even by large-caliber anti-materiel guns. If we continue to let the militia besiege us, they will be able to slowly destroy our fortifications even with anti-materiel guns. Large-caliber sniper rifles and anti-materiel guns are the favorites of militias in some farming and pastoral areas. It's really distressing that you can't just be beaten passively.

In order to learn more about the situation of the militia and find a solution, I interrogated Sitas when the battle stopped, and I couldn't help but sigh about what happened to him. According to him, at the time of the Mexican rebellion, he and his family were waiting at the international airport with a large group of people for the cabin that did not know when it would be their turn. Suddenly, fierce fighting broke out inside and outside the airport, and many people were killed by stray bullets. The police and guards guarding the airport quickly broke down, and instead some of the bodyguards fought hard to escape with their employers. But they were here to fly, most of them were unarmed, and there were too many Mexicans, and in the end everyone surrendered. The Mexicans not only robbed them of their belongings, but also interrogated them one by one, digging up the accounts and passwords of the rich in various banks. Addicts like Statas don't need to be punished, as long as they use drugs to tempt them when their addiction comes up.

Then the situation changed, and the white militia began to attack the airport. Believing that the Mexicans had not yet completed all the interrogations, the White militia attacked with all kinds of weapons, without any regard for the civilians at the airport. Civilians crowded at the airport suffered heavy casualties under heavy fire, and Sitas saw his family lose their bones after a rocket exploded.

Later, the militia drove the Mexicans away and occupied the airport, but instead of releasing the civilians at the airport, the militia interrogated them again, also asking for account numbers and passwords. Then the rich people were taken away and disappeared.

Sitas was clever enough to see a dead bodyguard nearby and put on the bodyguard's clothes. But what did Sitas never expect was that the militiamen were in a hurry to expand their ranks, pulling out all the men who looked to be bodyguards, and issuing guns to their ranks to fight the Mexicans.

Sitas is the material for going to the battlefield to fight, and he is scared when he hears the gunshot. It was also his luck that he was not killed and saw a chance to break away from the militia and run. But he immediately found that he had nowhere to run, that he might be able to endure no food and no water, but that he could not stand it without drugs. In this country, there are more guns than people, and although Sitas has a gun, he still feels that it is dangerous to rob alone. Once, when he was nearly killed with a shotgun by a dying old lady who was starving, he lost all faith in himself and took the gun with him to join the militia where he was currently located.

It's good to be organized. In contrast, the militia has food, drink, drugs, and the ability to rob. However, Sitas was one of the kind of people in the militia who couldn't do anything, so he was assigned to carry ammunition. And it has become a habit for the militia to rob him of drugs, and today Sitas was robbed of his share by the guy who was sitting in front of the door and was stupid. That's when Sitas got caught in his addiction.

When I heard Sitas talk about how many people were being taken away from the airport and I was asked about it when I hit the TV news that Mexicans had slaughtered a large number of wealthy people. But Sitas affirmed that the Mexicans were just asking for money, not killing. It seems that someone wants to put a hat on the Mexicans, anyway, the truth doesn't matter now, it matters who can speak out.

I was more interested in the composition of the militia, and after Sitas had finished babbling his story, I asked him, "Do you know how many militias there are in the city?" Is there a unified command? ”

"Who knows?" said Sitas. Many people died in the war with the Mexicans, and many people from other places joined in. Now the largest militia of honor and discipline claims to be more than 100,000 people, and the others are a little smaller with tens of thousands, but only God knows how many people there are. For example, the militia I belong to is called the Whip of God, and I have never been able to figure out how many people there are. ”

This kind of straw bale like Sitas is really anxious. "Do they have a unified command?"

"It's said that someone from the NSA is directing them," Sitas said. But it's definitely hard. Militias of all stripes often quarrel over various matters. ”

More things were not clear to Sitas, so I had to ask, "So do you have an adequate supply of food and water?" By the way, and drugs. ”

With a bitter face, Sitas said, "It's not enough. These things were also shipped by the NSA and a few of the state's most wealthy people, but they could not decide on the distribution. Truth be told, our supply depends on what the recipient grabs from the supply point and how much. You know, there are many factions in the militia, and everyone wants to get a little more and always doesn't give in to each other. ”

Speaking of this, he continued to complain: "Every time I go with me to grab supplies, discipline and honor always depend on the number of people to occupy a lot. They are natives and can get a lot of things from the city, so they have plenty of food. I have heard that they then lure people from other militia groups to join them with abundant supplies, so that the other militia are annoyed by discipline and honor. ”

The contradictions between the militias seem to be very large. I hurriedly asked, "So there are no other militia groups protesting?" ”

Sitas shook his head: "Everyone is very dissatisfied, but discipline and honor are strong, there are many retired soldiers who join them, and no one wants to cause trouble." ”

I see, although the militia who was captured earlier also mentioned that the robbery was not as easy as before, so the militia became more and more resentful of each other, but he did not say it very specifically. Judging from Sitas's confession, as long as there is a fuse, the militia will be on fire? I had an idea at once and continued to ask Sitas: "Where are the militiamen distributing provisions?" When will it be distributed? ”

Sitas told me that the militia was distributing supplies at the North Harbor Yard. However, it is not certain when the ammunition will be distributed, it will be distributed when it arrives. There is no supply plan, that is, whoever catches up will take it, and if it can't catch up, there will be none. Therefore, the militia of all walks of life will send some people to guard the freight yard, and as soon as something arrives, they will take it first.

Rattle! Isn't such chaos a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters?