A Cayceite spy disguised as a civilian held up his own megaphone and encouraged, "You bastard is still quibbling! Why has the wasteland been at war for so many years, I ask you! Where are the weapons that are decommissioned in our country every year destroyed? You didn't destroy those decommissioned weapons at all, but sold them to the wasteland through various channels. Fellow writers, fun, and www.biquge.info court! It is these perverts who will do anything for profit who are manipulating the war, let's seize Clementine and overthrow the Distair regime!! ”

The crowd erupted in indignation, with many demonstrators carrying loudspeakers and banners, as well as food, water, iron pipes, glass bottles, and other necessary supplies for the riot, which were given by so-called peace-loving non-governmental non-profit organizations.

When the ignorant rebels were told that the mall provided food and water for free, they did not know that they had become pawns of the Casey faction and the Holy City.

"Fellow citizens, those horrific massacres are all because of the royal family, who conspired these bloody and barbaric massacres in order to obtain the right to exploit the resources of the wasteland. The assets controlled by the royal family are rich and rich, and how many of these assets are clean! A priest of the Earth Cult shouted.

"I beg you, don't go any further!!" One of the captains of the garrison shouted out the hearts of all the soldiers, and among the civilians who stormed the palace were the relatives of these soldiers, who had no choice but to shoot at their relatives and compatriots in order to prevent the palace from falling, just because they were soldiers and it was their duty to obey orders.

At this moment, the group of soldiers was looking at the crowded street with tears in their eyes, and the crowd was getting closer and closer to the palace, a hundred meters. Eighty meters. Fifty meters.

"Fire !!" The captain chose to fulfill his duty as a soldier, but the soldiers still had a shred of conscience, and they opened fire on the hard streets in an attempt to stop the influx of people.

After the first gunfire rang out from the east of the palace, the other three directions also rang out a dense burst of gunfire, and the crowd was only fifty meters away from the palace, but the bullet-damaged streets were like a barrier preventing them from advancing.

"Soldiers! Don't shoot!! Standing on the balcony of the palace, Clementine looked at the dense crowd on the street and shouted, he tried his best to maintain the demeanor of an emperor, but anyone who saw his helpless eyes could know that he no longer had any hope in his heart: "Citizens, you are disturbing the order of the empire, according to the basic law of the country, you will all be sentenced!" ”

"you!"

"Get down! Our leaders are to be elected themselves! ”

"You've slapped us hard in the face in the proud history of our civilization! Shame on us! ”

"Overthrow the imperial system and eliminate the royal family!"

These extremely reactionary words made the veins on Clementine's head flar up, and he clenched his fists and said, "A bunch of wolf-hearted things! ”

"What the hell are you talking about, old fellow!" An angry young man shouted angrily, but soon he couldn't do it anymore, because the bullet passed through his skull in an instant, and the wound burst out with a hot column of blood, leaving the people behind him to stand on the spot.

"Murder! These perverts have killed people!! ”

"Fellow citizens, let's rush up and kill them!"

"Overthrow the imperial power! Give me back democracy! ”

Angry ordinary demonstrators threw flasks of fire, bricks and shoes at the garrison. Casey, disguised as demonstrators, and spies from the Holy City set off their guns in the chaos, while the garrison responded with pepper bombs, tear gas, and metal bullets.

The sniper of the Holy City, who had killed the angry youth, was hiding in a tall building in search of a new target, and his mission was very simple: to turn the demonstration into a riot.

In just over ten minutes, there were thousands of casualties, and some demonstrators dressed in ordinary clothes but with sharp expressions quietly took out grenades from their arms, aimed at the right time and threw them at the garrison. The corpse did not know where it was blown away, and by whom it was trampled into flesh.

The demonstrators and the garrison engaged in a thrilling confrontation, and although the lethality of the bullets was great, it was no match for the tactics of crowds. Nearly 50,000 men were the first to break through the garrison's defensive line, blasting through the steel fence with bombs they got from nowhere. With a rumbling sound, the steel fence was knocked down in large areas. The demonstrators sprinted desperately towards the castle, while the garrison soldiers were mixed in with the crowd, some surrendering on their knees, others scuffling with the so-called mob.

Instead of the bustle of the past, the Palais Avenue was replaced by chaos and screams, tear gas and pepper bombs that made the demonstrators cough and gasp, and they wrapped their noses and mouths in the fabric torn from their clothes, and these 'masked men' demonstrators rushed towards the castle shouting slogans of overthrowing the imperial power, but they did not know that they had booked their tickets to heaven.

In the meadow on the outskirts of the castle, hatches with a diameter of one meter suddenly opened, and nearly four hundred drum machine guns were rapidly rising from them, all of which had six twenty-millimeter barrels, and the chain of bullets extended from under the hatches disguised as meadows.

The six barrels of the machine guns rotated clockwise at high speed, and the bursts of bullets made the barrels turn red, and even though the machine guns were firmly anchored in the ground, the huge reaction force still made the surrounding land tremble.

The entire castle perimeter can only be described as a rain of bullets, those machine guns that roar like death have infrared sensing capabilities, and can also rotate three hundred and sixty degrees in parallel, and thousands of people are lying in a pool of blood in an instant.

Except for the Caseyites and the people of the Holy City, who were still marching high, the rest of the common people had already run back in fear, and the chaotic scene was unbearable to look at, many of whom were not killed by the bullets of the so-called brutal authorities, but by their teammates who were also making a revolution.

When the roaring machine guns were blown away by the shoulder-fired rocket launchers, people began to realize that it was a premeditated and organized coup d'état, and that the video sent by Kim Yi was nothing more than a fuse to ignite the barrels of explosives in advance.

There was a sudden buzzing noise in the sky, and when people looked up at the sky, they saw a scene they would never forget: thousands of drones armed with fog bombs surging towards the palace, shaped like dragonflies, with the walls painted white with special paint, the nose emblazoned with the palace exterior logo, and the chassis attached to the chassis with ten fog bombs that could instantly stun people.

These highly stealthy drones belong to the First Legion of Bart City, known as the necromantic army of the sky.

When tens of thousands of fog bombs were dropped on the crowd at the same time, the spectacle could no longer be described in words, just as no one could describe the spectacular scene of a large number of meteors blasting into land with smoke streams.

The smoke-filled streets did not escalate the riot, and when the fog bombs slammed into the ground with a thud, a large number of people fell in response, and the Casey and Holy City agents who were the first to storm the meadows outside the palace were the first to use the fog bombs.

Hundreds of multi-ton armored vehicles gathered from all sides of the city towards the palace, and the commander wearing body armor and air filter mask poked his head out of the armored car, and he looked at the hazy street in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

The armored vehicles were followed by more than 30,000 heavily armed and spur-wearing soldiers belonging to the First Regiment of the Shining Empire's Barth City, and as soon as he received the news that the palace was besieged, the commander ordered the troops to assemble towards the palace at full speed.

The streets were filled with demonstrators, some of whom were slumping around as if drinking, and the palace was surrounded by a thick fog and people were sleeping one by one in the icy streets.

The soldiers who saw this scene felt a burst of joy because they did not have to be forced to become executioners with blood on their hands.

This bloody and barbaric rebellion was successfully suppressed, but it was only the first offensive of the Holy City and the Cayces.