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This Gaiden takes place on the day after Washington's invasion, and is the story of ordinary soldiers without any superpowers, no dragon arrogant, no IQ crushing, no Jedi turnover, only flesh-and-blood people and their struggles.

Friends who are not accustomed to or can not accept this style can rest for a few days, and it is expected that 7 more.

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"The National Guard is a paramilitary force used for the internal defense of the country, commanded by local governments, not the Allied Ministry of Defense. This force is made up of volunteer young adults and reserve soldiers, who are generally responsible for internal defense and security, and these soldiers have their own civilian jobs in peacetime, receive regular military training every year, and enjoy military allowances and benefits, so they have a strong attraction ......"

- Introduction to the National Guard

***

"Hey! Feed! , this is a broken network. ”

The screams came, and amid deafening artillery fire, Confederate Army Washington D.C. National Guard Corporal Vance Murphy was heard. Jackson angrily threw his phone to the ground and lunged forward, almost at the same time, a mortar shell landed not far away, causing the whole ground to tremble.

Generally speaking, if a person is constantly shouting loudly with a communication device in the street under fire, then nine out of ten reasons must be asking for help, but Corporal Vance is the only thing left at this moment, and as soon as the faint tinnitus is over, he gets up, picks up the civilian mobile phone that he has left next to him, and tries to make the call again.

But at this time, almost all military communications had been cut off, let alone civilian communications, and after being unable to dial again, Vance heard the characteristic screech of ACA mortars.

"I'm XXX-"

Spit out a curse. Vance threw himself forward on the concrete floor again, this time the shell was much closer, causing Vance to feel a pain in his chest and a much stronger ringing in his ears than before.

Sooner or later, the ACA was going to knock on the door, and Vance glanced around, where he was in an alley between buildings. Several cars crashed into each other in a panic, blocking the front and rear passages, creating a seemingly safe enclosed space.

But apparently, it was soon unsafe here.

Vance slung the unmagazine-free rifle on his back, and then hurried towards the hood of a car, intending to climb over, where three months of physical training showed results, and although it couldn't be compared to an exoskeleton or a TF, it was no problem to climb over a car.

Unfortunately, the perfect landing he had expected didn't happen, and he couldn't stop when he found a dazed private squatting on the other side of the car's hood. Vance's boots stomped directly onto the opponent's helmet, before losing his balance and falling to the ground in a dog-eating position.

"Who-!"

The recruit who had been stepped on by him hurriedly straightened his helmet, then panicked and picked up the assault rifle in his hand, and pointed at Vance with a trembling voice.

"The insurance didn't open, GI."

Vance also rolled and got up directly, only to find that the other party was wearing a similar uniform as himself, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Stretching out his hand to remove the muzzle of the other party's gun, "Has anyone ever told you not to point your gun at friendly soldiers?" ”

"Ahh I'm sorry sir! ”

The recruit with his rifle hurriedly removed the muzzle of his gun, then looked at Vance with the eyes of the Savior, "Can I join your company, sir?" ”

"If I had a company, you'd have been killed, Private Higgins."

Corporal Vance shook his head and read out his name as he looked at the name tag on his chest. Then he held out his hand, "Don't talk about this yet, give me a spare magazine, private." ”

"Yes!" Higgins's voice was as loud as that of a rookie on the training ground, and he reached for the unbuttoning of the tactical vest magazine bag. But it took a full minute to pull out a spare magazine.

"You know, this kind of tactical vest was retired from the army because of this button that killed countless people, and it was thrown to us National Guards who watched the warehouse, if I were you, I would cut off the button with a dagger, and throw away a few magazines, although it is not much better than not being able to pull it out at a critical time, but it is still a little better."

Vance put the magazine on his assault rifle, then expertly loaded it to aim, and after making sure it was okay, he closed the safe, "Look at your armband, it's not a SAR unit?" ”

"Maryland National Guard 12th Division Herald Paul. Higgins, Sir Jackson! Higgins held out his hand in salute, but Vance slapped his arm away.

"Fool, if no one teaches you to salute on the battlefield, will it kill the chief?" Vance scolded, "Call me Vance, and then tell me directly, what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm the herald of the division commander, I came to Washington this morning to do business, and then I ......"

"I guess your dear division commander has been reduced to microscopic particles, the first wave of missile attacks is right?"

Vance smiled coldly.

"Yes...... Yes......" Higgins' voice lowered, then nodded.

"Forget it, give me your pistol and pistol spare magazine, and you can just keep an assault rifle magazine." Vance sighed, then reached out and hooked it.

Higgins glanced at his empty leg holster, pulled out his pistol and spare magazine, and handed it over, seemingly in exchange, the recruit asked.

"What shall we do now, sir?"

"What else can I do, get out of this dung pit quickly." Vance inserted one magazine after another into his magazine, "Washington is done, we need to run for our lives." ”

"But the last order before the communication was cut off was...... We must hold our ground and not retreat without permission......"

"Are you going to hold your ground here, or are you going to leave this place with me?" Vance shook his hand a little impatiently, then stood up and walked directly to the alley, "Lao Tzu, I'm leaving, you can be a hero if you want to." ”

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that!" Higgins bounced off the ground like a frightened rabbit and followed Vance - no matter what happened, he was always a corporal, and he was just following orders.

"Then get your ass moving, I just need a helper." Vance's voice was still full of impatience.

"Yes! Sir! ”

***

"That...... Sir, do you have any plans? ”

The two men walked carefully and silently along the deserted street for about ten minutes, and Higgins finally broke the silence.

"Sue you for one thing. The secret to surviving on the battlefield is to talk less and shoot more. ”

Vance looked around with his gun in his hand, and then whispered back to him, to Higgins, Vance's pistol movement was somewhat strange, at least not the same as the posture in training camp.

"Yes. Yes, sir. ”

Higgins felt as if he had once again offended the man who might have saved his life, and obediently shut his mouth, but just as the two men had turned their heads around a corner, Vance half-knelt down and raised his right fist.

Higgins almost missed his footsteps and crashed into Vance, but fortunately he stopped when he was five centimeters away from Vance.

"Listen, rookie, do you see the car shop in front of you?"

"I see sir."

"Wait a minute, I'll go inside and find a way to get a car out, you give me the wind outside, the ACA shouldn't be able to find this side in a short time." Vance looked around again. "If there's something from the ACA coming over, I'm not talking about those damn drones, I'm talking about soldiers, infantrymen, bad guys with guns, you just shoot."

"I ...... I haven't shot anyone yet, sir. Higgins shuddered.

"Lao Tzu didn't count on you, so if you can't shoot in the sky. Anyway, it would be nice to make a gunshot. Vance gave Higgins a contemptuous look, "But if you want to live." It's best to kill a few people first to practice your guts. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the view here is very good, you just keep an eye here."

Vance didn't talk nonsense with the rookie who still had an eggshell on his body, but went straight through the street and rushed into the car shop opposite.

Vance easily found the office and smashed the door lock with the butt of his gun. Then he kicked open the iron door, tore open the door of the filing cabinet, took out the last file and began to study.

The file was very thick, and it took him about ten minutes to find the page of information he wanted, and he raised his hand to tear it out. Crumpled up and put in the pocket of the tactical vest, turned and went out the door.

And at the moment when he went out, he suddenly saw three black figures!

Three ACA assault paratroopers were standing in the lobby of the car dealership, one of them was lighting a cigarette for the other, but the third was looking in his direction!

Almost subconsciously, Vance picked up the assault rifle hanging on his shoulder, and the crisp sound of gunfire rang out, directly knocking the two ACA paratroopers in front of him into a sieve - at a distance of three to five meters, the bullets of the large-caliber assault rifle easily penetrated the paratrooper's body armor and tore his body apart.

But just as he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the third paratrooper, the flames of the muzzle stopped abruptly!

It's stuck!

Vance greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the weapons manufacturers in an instant -- this kind of automatic rifle distributed to the National Guard is naturally not a high-end product, in fact, when these weapons manufacturers bid for the army, they took into account that the army is really going to fight on the battlefield, so the quality is much better, as for the second-line troops of the National Guard, which guards the warehouse and directs traffic, and may not fire a single bullet in their lives, the first shot is still very lucky that there is no dumb fire.

But at this time, even if Vance gave the most vicious curse to the weapon manufacturer, it was too late, and the ACA soldiers on the opposite side had already raised their assault rifles.

Vance directly threw the assault rifle in his hand at the ACA paratrooper in front of him, and then pounced directly, reaching out to wipe the position of his left shoulder-

But I didn't touch anything!

I don't have a fighting dagger myself at all!

Vance was already going crazy, but he still maintained a pounce posture, pushing the ACA paratroopers to the ground, and the assault rifle in the paratrooper's hand spat out tongues of fire at the moment of being knocked down, leaving a string of long bullet holes in the ceiling, and the sound of fluorescent lamps shattering was still clearly audible in the gunfire.

Vance could only fumble and try to choke the other party's neck, but the other party instantly pulled out his dagger, and Vance had to free one hand to hold the other party's wrist to avoid being cut directly.

But he obviously underestimated the other party's body, and he was able to become an ACA assault paratrooper, even if he was not a veteran, his body was definitely above him!

Vance gritted his teeth, looking at the dagger that was gradually approaching his throat and the frenzy in the other party's eyes, and his heart continued to sink.

, the boat capsized in the gutter, I should remember that there is a secret door in this hellish place.

The three guys must have inadvertently triggered the secret door on the other side, and then wanted to come over to investigate, and they must have been standing right out of the secret door disguised as a pillar.

But after figuring out why these three guys appeared, there was no way to stop the blade that was getting closer and closer to his throat.

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire came, and the head of the ACA paratrooper, who was pressing on him, suddenly exploded into a ball of blood.

***

Two minutes later.

"Bah-"

Vance spat the meat and blood from his mouth on the ground, then turned to look at Higgins, who was holding on to the pillar, and vomited, "You've vomited enough, let's get on our way, rookie." ”

"Yes, sir—wow—" Higgins barely turned, but saw the two ACA soldiers behind Vance who had been sieveed in the first place, vomiting again.

"I'm sorry...... Sir...... Hmm—"

Higgins vomited for another minute, Vance could even see the bile he spit out, as if it was because he had been saved by the recruit, Vance didn't press again, but turned around and took out the piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and then walked to an off-road vehicle in the corner of the dealership.

"Come here when you've vomited enough, genius." Vance pulled the car door, then slipped into the driver's seat, lowered his head to remove the bezel, and began to expertly wire it.

"Okay...... Sir......"

Higgins staggered to Vance's place.

"Your marksmanship is really accurate, I heard that the general's heralds are all pacesetters in the training camp, and I can see it today."

Vance was wiring the wiring, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or praise.

"This car...... Isn't it electric lighter? ”

Higgins automatically ignored the embarrassing question, and in fact he would never tell Sù Vance that he was aiming at the crotch that the paratrooper would have been more likely to hit.

"This is a gangster stronghold, you know the gangs, they are those organizations that don't sleep in the middle of the night, drag racing and shootouts and drug trafficking."

"Of course I do......" Higgins visibly felt underestimated.

"I thought you didn't know, genius." Vance shrugged his shoulders and didn't stop. (To be continued......)