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When we came out of the base, our convoy was even more imposing. At the head was a reconnaissance vehicle tightly wrapped in steel plates. The car was modified with a self-driving car with omnidirectional cameras that could transmit the situation on the road to a surveillance device 200 to 500 meters away. The second armored car in which the controller and the longbow man sat was a modified forklift, with a large shovel in front of it and black smoke spewing out from behind.

Behind the forklift were several buses that had dismantled the upper carport. Their cabs were now encased in stacked steel plates, and the vacated space behind them was enclosed in a compartment with a welded gun carriage and a Gatling gun or grenade launcher. In addition to protecting the cab with steel plates, the front of the car also adds a striking angle composed of inclined steel pipes or steel beams, which can easily hit the gate or the car on the road.

Such a convoy is absolutely daunting to walk on the road, and most people avoid it. Even if there are small-eyed thugs still robbing on the road, the pilot car will launch a sonic attack with a loudspeaker mounted on the roof: "Get out of the way!" Damn, get out of the way if you don't want to die! "Generally speaking, after a few shouts, there is no one on the street, and no one dares to shoot at us.

Originally, the boars wanted to make a flag or something, but with a few experiences posing as jackal brigades, I wanted to be able to repeat the same trick. Now that there are probably not only Mexicans in the city, but also a large number of white militia, we have to see people talk about people, talk nonsense, and make a flag that can make us lose our flexibility.

As they approached Major Avenue, the pilot reconnaissance vehicle spotted a convoy full of armed men coming from a fork in the road next to it, and a loudspeaker was also set up in the convoy and playing earth-shattering music. The longbowmen immediately ordered the convoy to stop, and then reported to us that through the binoculars we could see the blood-spilled cross flags in the convoy, that all the men were bareheaded, that all of them were bareheaded, and that many of them were wearing uniforms similar to those of the German army in World War II, which were almost certainly a group of neo-Nazis. I hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to give an order to the follow-up vehicles: "All ready to fight!" Don't reveal your identity! ”

The convoy got in front of us, saw that our team was very large, stopped immediately, the music stopped, and then a car with a loudspeaker turned in our direction, and from the horn came the question: "Who are you?" Identify yourself! ”

I called to the longbowman over the intercom: "Let's see if I can get through!" ”

The longbowman immediately agreed, and then answered the question over a loudspeaker: "We are a militia of believers in the Lord. Who are you? ”

"We are the Holy Knights! It seems that we should be friends. Where did you get these cars? It's really windy! The other party replied.

The longbowman peeked out of the skylight, raised his hand very forcefully, and continued to talk to the other party: "Let's go to the port to find the Mexicans. Are you too? ”

The other party was immediately excited, and a person also came out of the skylight and saluted: "Yes, we are also going to the port to fight the Mexicans." Our lads are going to get all these bugs back to Mexico! Hearing this, a group of young people in the other team's convoy leaned out of the car, waving weapons and flags and cheering loudly, it seemed that their morale was very high.

The longbowman said, "Well, we've got to do something else before we kick the Mexicans in the ass." We'll see you at the port. ”

The other party happily replied: "Then you have to hurry up, don't miss the show!" ”

After saying that, the convoy was launched, and the fighting spirit was high to the port. The longbowmen, the wild boars, the white men, and the half-breeds among us, peeked out of the car and waved at them, fooling the fools away. And then we started again to plunge headlong into the blue-collar workers' ghetto on Lieutenant Colonel Street.

The neighborhoods around Major Avenue, which are mostly populated by dock workers, shipwrights, and other blue-collar workers, are home to a relatively large number of apartment buildings. Therefore, when there is an emergency, the chaos in such places is even more acute.

Now there is chaos here, gunshots can be heard constantly, and there are several large fires in one place. The black smoke from the direction of the harbor combined with the smoke and flames from within the community made it feel like a battlefield. The water supply to the entire city was stopped, and naturally there was no water to fight the fire, so we had to wait for the fire to go out on its own. The buildings here are densely packed, which is likely to cause the fire to spread.

These communities were established with the expansion of the port, so there are still many centuries-old buildings, the streets are relatively narrow, and the situation is unknown, so there is a danger when there are more people entering, so the wild boar ordered the convoy to stop on the road, and the personnel got off the guard and sent only four vehicles into the first community.

At this time, sending the most stylish armored car in might scare people away, so Qiao Shan and I drove the car into the streets of the community and slowly advanced. I picked up the microphone connected to the tweeter and said in Chinese, "We are the Damai Field Chinese Community Self-Defense Force. Now we are recruiting, we need workers and people who can fight. Whoever joins us, his family can be protected by us and share our food. Those who are willing to join will come to my car immediately to sign up. First of all I need a heavy truck driver. Is there anyone willing to join?"

After saying that, I said it again in English, but I removed the word "Chinese" from the "Chinese community in the barley fields". Not to mention, someone immediately ran out of an old apartment building next to a burning building, starting with a large white man in his thirties waving his hand and shouting, "I'm a truck driver!" Please take my family with you! ”

I hurriedly asked Johnson to stop and let a white self-defense member named Swift get out of the car. The big white man ran over and asked Swift, "I'm the truck driver you need, can you take us away?" ”

Swift did as I had told, "Hold out your arm for me to see." ”

He hurriedly stretched out his two arms, and Swift checked that there were no pinholes in his arms, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Man, you made the right choice." Do you have a car? If not, go to the car in the back. ”

Swift hurriedly shouted at the building he had run out of, and a young woman ran out and followed him into the fourth car.

With the first one, there was a second one, and after I shouted a few more times, more and more people ran out of the apartment building asking to be recruited, white, Asian and black. We conducted a preliminary examination of them, and many of them were clearly drug users, and these people must be resolutely excluded.

A young mother came running up to her three or four-year-old child and asked, "Can you give me a piece of bread?" ”

We really didn't have any bread with us, so I took one out of my pocket and delivered it. The mother immediately tore open the package and stuffed it in the child's hand, the child bit it and rolled his eyes, and I quickly took out a bottle of water from the car and gave it to him.

The mother asked, "Is it okay if I'm a chemical inspector?" ”

Swift immediately replied for me: "As long as you don't take drugs." Oh my God, it's hard to find someone in a community like this who doesn't have a history of drug use at all. ”

In less than an hour, we recruited more than a hundred workers. The few cars we had into the neighborhood would definitely not be able to hold it, so we had to let them walk out into the street on their own to meet our convoy. Once they were in the car, we began to make our way to the place where the smoke obscured the sky.