864 entered and occupied New York

In the early morning, 40-year-old Gibson pushed open the window that had been sealed all night, and the five-year-old child took the opportunity to lie down at the window, looking out at the ruins and rubble of the city, which was already a devastated world, and his big eyes revealed confusion and incomprehension. 【 I want: super fast update 】

Gibson sighed, and began to pack his bags behind his head, he was once a famous trader on Wall Street, and he could not explain this to him, because he himself could only live in the dark and damp basement with his wife and children, he did not know how long it would be, and he was completely numb to the shells and bombs that flew from the sky and sea every day, like those stranded in New York.

What matters to him is not war, not bullshit politics, not the shame of the country, but where the next fucking meal is!

Gibson pinned two self-defense revolvers to his waist, and for people living in New York, which was already full of rubble, the probability of being killed by a bomb was far less likely than being killed by his own men in a scramble for food, so he had to carry his pistol at all times.

After handing over the double-barreled shotgun to his wife and locking the door from the outside, Gibson cautiously walked towards the building where he had previously worked, keeping his vigilance high along the way, and he couldn't help but hold the pistol whenever someone passed by him.

The Gerry Trust Company was a well-known business trust company in the United States before the war, and the book capital in and out of the country was as high as tens of millions every day, but the war destroyed everything, and this place where he once worked has become a thing of the past, and the half-collapsed building looks dilapidated and desolate.

Gibson didn't come back to remember, but to remember that his manager had told him that there was a secret vault before the bombing of New York, and that the gold and paper money in the vault had long since been removed, but that there was a lot of food in it.

After pushing open the door of the void, the two female corpses that were naked and already somewhat decomposed made him frown.

Gibson knew every female colleague he had worked with, so he could tell it wasn't his colleague, a conclusion that reassured him a little, since no one wanted to see the stench of familiar human flesh and blood.

Although their faces are no longer clear, judging from the lines, they should have been beautiful when they were alive, and it can be seen from the messy clothes that have been torn into strips of cloth around them, that they may have suffered unimaginable atrocities during their lifetime.

The squadron did not enter New York, so the atrocities could only be committed by thugs who took advantage of the war to run rampant.

This scene made him even more nervous, God knows if those bastards will come back to "appreciate" the results, so after repeatedly confirming that there is no one around, he dives headlong into the dark tunnel.

The small vault is located in the basement, and there is only a hidden secret passage to enter, which is difficult for unfamiliar people to find, but it is easy for him, but it is the steel door that he tosses and opens for a long time. ※※※※※ I ※ I ※ ※

The flour piled up in half of the vault made Gibson almost cry, and he even found some dried and even white-haired sausages, although he couldn't pack them all back, but outside, especially the two female corpses he had just seen, told him that New York was very unsafe now.

Gibson pulled out an empty cloth bag, filled it with a small half-bag of flour and some sausages, carried it on his back, then closed the iron door again, drew his pistol, and walked out.

A bulging cloth bag that no one would have noticed in New York before, but now it was so dazzling that he couldn't even remember how many reddened and greedy eyes he had seen along the way, but luckily the revolver in his hand scared the guys.

The only thing that surprised him was that the planes and shells that used to come and visit several times every day did not move at all today, could it be said that today is a festival for the Chinese? Their soldiers are on vacation?

After a period of thought, Gibson finally saw the door of his house in the distance, and he was about to step up in excitement, but was suddenly blocked by some young people rushing out of the corner.

Short sticks, pistols, shotguns and even military rifles!

Gibson recognized these guys at a glance, they were those thugs who ran rampant on the streets and were more unscrupulous than the Chinese!

"Put down your bag."

A thug covered in tattoos grinned and pointed to Gibson's home, smirking evilly, "Leave it to us, or we'll go there and enjoy ......." ”

Gibson, who was still ready to bargain and struggle, was hit by the key point in an instant, and he could starve for a few days, but he must not lose his wife and children, especially when he thought of the two naked female corpses just now, the picture of his wife being humiliated by these thugs seemed to rise in front of him.

Drops of sweat ran down Gibson's forehead, and he had to grit his teeth, clench his fists and place the bag on the ground, and then walk slowly around them in the direction of the house.

He moved slowly, for fear of angering the bastards, but just as he was about to speed around the men and run home to check, a rifle slammed into him.

"Bastards, you damned devils!"

Gibson stiffened with fright, facing the black hole that had been aimed at his muzzle, he simply closed his eyes and raised the pistol sharply to pull the trigger.

"Bang bang ......."

The sound of Jīlie's gunfire was in his ears, and Gibson closed his eyes and pulled the trigger desperately, hoping to hit a guy before he died.

But to his surprise, the gunfire on the opposite side was obviously very dense, and his revolver had already made a clicking air shot, but there was no pain or feeling of being hit by a bullet on his body.

What's going on?

He hurriedly opened his eyes, but the world in front of him surprised him, only to see that the thugs who were still unscrupulous just now had all fallen in a pool of blood, and on his left, an armored car that he had never seen before and a dozen soldiers wearing steel helmets and brown and green sèí uniforms had already pointed their guns at him, and even the thick machine gun on the armored car was twisted.

Gibson threw away his pistol without hesitation, and he was too scared to open his eyes when shooting at the mob, let alone the regular army.

Looking at these Chinese soldiers who began to collect the guns and ammunition left behind by those rioters, he somehow felt a little bit of emotion, because he knew that if it weren't for them, maybe he would have spilled blood on the streets at this moment, and even his wife and children would have been killed and insulted.

But the question is, how can these Chinese soldiers, who have been described in the streets and alleys, appear here?!

"Name, job."

A private with broken English walked up to Gibson, and the sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows made him feel cold, and he hurriedly reported his name and previous job.

After the private handed Gibson to his partner, he turned around and ran to the armored car and muttered to a captain for a long time, and the fingers pointing to this side from time to time made Gibson nervous. But this time he was surprised again, only to see the captain walking over with a private, carrying the bag that Gibson had dropped on the way.

"The Fourth Armored Division of the Royal Army of the Chinese Empire, Commander of the Reconnaissance Company, Gu Xu." After introducing himself, the captain, who was obviously better than private, pointed to the cloth bag: "Is it yours?" ”

Although his scalp was numb and he almost wanted to turn around and leave immediately, in the face of Sen's cold muzzle and the food in the cloth bag, Gibson swallowed his saliva and nodded: "Yes, sir." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gibson saw the captain suddenly mumble a few words to the soldiers beside him, and then the soldiers took out dozens of canned beef from the armored car behind him, which was enough to cause fire on the streets of New York.

"We needed a guide. Cooperation, these are yours, your family can enter my armored car to be protected, refuse ....... As soon as the captain raised his hand, all the muzzles of his guns were pointed at Gibson.

To tell the truth, Gu Xu really underestimated the shock of canned beef, and he looked up to the patriotism of Americans too much, and there was almost no hesitation and hesitation, and Gibson, who is of French descent, immediately agreed to all the conditions.

Then, under the falling eyes of Gu Xu and other scouts, while hiding in the armored car with his wife and eating delicious canned beef, he took them to all the places they wanted without hesitation.

After the seals in black letters on a white background and printed with Chinese and English slogans such as "Chinese property, those who trespass kill" were affixed to important places such as factories, banks, post offices, and even universities, which had long been empty, the Chinese Fourth Armored Division, which had spent two days and two nights swaggering across more than 600 kilometers, officially announced its entry into New York, under the watchful eyes of countless American soldiers who had laid down their arms.

New Yorkers emerged from the rubble, from the dark, damp basements of Yīn, from the woods outside the city, standing on either side of the street in a daze, watching the long line of formidable tanks and armored vehicles drive into the city, as soldiers dressed in never-before-seen uniforms began to sweep Dàn Street to maintain law and order.

Then, news spread from New York, which was already almost closed.

There is a truce!

All the armies of the United States, Great Britain and other Entente countries laid down their arms!

People don't know whether to rejoice or cry! After four years of fighting, tens of millions of casualties, the Entente finally failed, and everyone could predict the long years that followed when the country would not be a country, but for ordinary people like them, the years of being frightened and perhaps killed by a bullet at any time were finally over.

There was no celebration, no laughter, no one could describe the mood at the moment, no one could find any words, as the squadrons quickly entered the northern United States, watching the American teams lay down their arms and accept the reorganization, no one knew what to do.

The mood is still complicated by the New Yorkers, who watched those speculators and thugs who used the opportunity of the war to accumulate money and commit violence, murder and arson in the past being arrested and shot one by one, and watched the city's security begin to improve little by little, and they all had a good impression of the fourth armored teacher and student like Gibson. But when they emptied factories like bandits and packed all the property that originally belonged to the United States into the ocean-going freighters that began to enter New York Harbor, they all gritted their teeth and cursed.

On June 20, after some consultations, the negotiations finally began in Istanbul on the Eurasian dividing line.

At the same time, the North China Theater Command took advantage of the opportunity to negotiate an armistice and issued an order to speed up the collection of "weapons and equipment," and thus what was later hailed as the largest organized "robbery" operation in human history began.

RO@。