Under the command of Colonel William, the soldiers quickly blocked all entrances and exits of the entire military academy. The Fire Dog Gang members on the opposite side, who were only armed with pistols or shotguns, did not dare to make any counterattacks and could only watch them push their tanks and artillery to the gate of the military academy.
Seeing the tanks and gun muzzles getting closer and closer, the gang members responsible for defending the college gate were shouting and threatening in a harsh voice. Then, seeing that the situation was not good, they fled into the college and gave up the defense of this key point.
Through the telescope, Colonel William observed the thickness of the wall at the gate, and then directly ordered the eight tanks at the front of the team to force their way forward.
Along with the sound of the tank tracks turning and the rather nerve-wracking squeezing sound, there was a loud bang, and the wall near the gate collapsed, breaking into many pieces, and was then directly crushed by the tank behind.
Eight huge tanks led the way, followed closely by a dozen military armored vehicles loaded with heavy machine guns, and then various artillery and heavy firearms mounted on military trucks. Just the sight of these mighty and domineering battlefield weapons was enough to scare the ordinary survivors.
At this moment, at the teaching building of the Military Academy, a tall, bald, scarred man rushed out with three or four hundred of his younger brothers armed with guns.
They looked nervous, with pretended ferocity and domineering expressions on their faces. The bald, scarred man in the lead looked arrogant and smoked a cigar, as if he was some big shot. He walked in front of the crowd, cursing loudly as he walked towards the direction of the tank.
Such a scene made Leon, who was hiding in an armored vehicle at the rear of the convoy to guard against sneak attacks, feel speechless and amused.
Are these idiots still treating this end-of-the-world struggle as a gang fight?
Or do you regard the enemies in military uniforms as good people and believe that they would not dare to act rashly?
Will both sides bring their men to have a verbal battle first, and then start fighting?
He pointed at the scarred burly man at the front of the team and asked the local dog Ku Pai beside him:
"Is that guy your boss, Fire Dog Ace?"
Upon hearing this, Coolpad nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, and said flatteringly:
"Yes, yes, that's him. He's a scumbag, a bastard. In the past six months, at least a dozen women have been abused to death by him."
He waved his hand and asked Andrea, who was waiting on the side, to bring her personnel team members to comfort and take care of these slaves.
Wait until they have recovered their energy and spirit before asking relevant questions.
However, compared with the slightly distant superior-subordinate relationship of other people, the feeling of Kevera treating him as a friend and an equal is not bad.
However, given Fire Dog Ace's abilities, we really shouldn't expect anything from him.
Moore smiled and nodded. He felt that if he had not been taken in by the Umbrella Company, he might have become a thug in a camp or gang like them, and finally died in a meaningless battle.
Such a scene made the more than 300 Fire Dog Gang thugs who were kneeling on the ground feel both fortunate and terrified, for they were afraid that the other side would be unhappy and shoot them to death.
The bullet fired from the anti-material sniper rifle, along with the head of Fire Dog Ace, directly pierced through the bodies of the two younger brothers following behind him, leaving two bloody holes, and flew into the mud of the military academy.
"Bring more people and a few more cars with you, and I'll give you some weapons and supplies to take back with you."
Press the horn in the armored vehicle and say in a cold and emotionless voice:
"I give you 10 seconds to drop your weapons and beg for mercy."
"I'm in the suburbs of Columbus. Come over tomorrow morning."
After all, she was his concubine, who had been doing her best to help him manage a base of hundreds of people. Leon asked with a slightly smiling voice:
Immediately afterwards, Leon did not stop and connected the call to Amy again. The young assistant was actually very busy, but when he received the call from his boss, he immediately answered it with a smile on his face.
"Tonight, I'm going to reward you well."
Leon pressed the horn button in the armored vehicle and ordered in a cold voice:
"Kill them."
For a moment, the Fire Dog Gang's brothers were stunned. It was actually a sneak attack. These bastards from the army were so shameless and unruly to sneak attack ordinary survivors.
However, the result was quite regrettable. This was just a very ordinary camp. Apart from the large number of people, their food, medicine and gun supplies were quite limited, only enough for thousands of people to use for one month.
Taking out the radio from his waist pack, he contacted Kevila in the prison base far away in Tennessee.
Looking at the forty or fifty Fire Dog Gang thugs who had not yet kneeled down to beg for mercy, they were all scum who treated the other survivors as slaves.
I heard the familiar female voice ask with a slightly impatient tone:
Leon glanced at it for a few seconds and ignored it. He said to Daryl who had been guarding him:
"Darryl, take a hundred people in and capture the surviving members of the Fire Dog Gang. If you encounter any resistance, kill them on the spot."
There was no need to be polite with the clingy assistant. He briefly explained what he had gained and said:
"We need to sort out the spoils here. Please send someone over tomorrow afternoon. There will be about 200 prisoners and 200 survivors. By the way, bring back some weapons and ammunition."
Leon nodded, picked up an anti-material sniper rifle beside him, and aimed at the head of Fire Dog Ace who was still moving towards the tank convoy. At a distance of more than 200 meters, with his current marksmanship, it was basically impossible to make a mistake.
Leon shook his head with amusement. Besides being very beautiful and capable, Kevera was actually a very interesting person.
"Dear Mr. Lyon, I am busy with official business now. Please speak quickly if you have anything to say."
Following Lyon's order, fierce gunfire broke out in the originally quiet convoy.
"Moir, find someone to tie up these bastards and put them in the truck. They will become our laborers and help us do those dirty and hard jobs."
As the distance was nearly 200 kilometers, the signal on the other end of the radio was not very good. Not only was the sound a little distorted, but even the sentences in the conversation seemed intermittent.
"Honey, where are you now? Are you still at Fort Benning? I'll bring someone to find you right away. I've been missing you so much."
After saying this, he did not count publicly through the loudspeaker. He looked at the mob in the distance who were already somewhat panicked and did not know whether to fight back or surrender. After five or six seconds, he counted through the loudspeaker:
"five four three two one."
"How many slaves and captives are there? Do you need me to bring some supplies?"
But there are always some low-intelligence, ignorant and reckless men among American gangs. They stood up straight, slowly retreated towards the surrounding buildings, holding their weapons with alert faces, aiming at the security soldiers hiding in the car shelters, as if the ordinary civilian weapons in their hands could deal with the soldiers wearing the most advanced standard equipment.
In an instant, sixty or seventy security soldiers, including the Moldariel brothers, launched a fierce attack on the dozens of people.
Hearing the number of captives and slaves, Kevira's voice became sweeter.
"I will give you 200 men, 100 slaves, and 100 captives."
Leon thought about it and realized that the situation at the military base had not yet settled down and was not suitable for housing these slaves and coolies. He also did not have the energy to take care of these ordinary people who had no combat ability while exploring the military base.
"Honey, I love you so much. Just wait, I'll come to you in a helicopter right away."
It wasn't a big deal that Kevera wanted to come over early to eat chicken. The two hadn't seen each other for nearly a week. After a few sweet words, they agreed on a time and place, and then hung up.
"Do you need labor? I can give you some."
"Hey, boss, do you have anything to ask of me?"
They have experienced a lot of hardships and understand how difficult life is. As long as they are provided with the necessities of normal life, they will basically not cause any trouble and will act according to the requirements of the strong.
After seeing that the battle was basically over, Leon carefully walked out from the back of the convoy. He glanced at the surrendered Fire Dog Gang thugs, turned around and instructed Moore:
As Leon counted down, the difference in strength between the two sides could be clearly felt. Most of the timid and cowardly thugs immediately dropped their pistols or shotguns and knelt on the ground.
Moore, along with a dozen of his team members, returned to the car and obtained a large number of strong rope locks. They began to roughly tie up the hands and feet of the surrendered Fire Dog Gang members one by one, strung them together with ropes, and drove them into the narrow truck compartment.
After collecting the spoils, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Although it was just a crushing battle, overall, the results achieved made Lyon very excited.
"I found some survivors who were taken as slaves and some captives here."
Looking at these numb and painful eyes, his original plan to give a passionate speech seemed unnecessary.
"After 10 seconds, everyone standing was shot dead."
Daryl glanced at the guards around Leon, and after confirming that his boss would not be threatened, he nodded, returned to the camp, and began to select his own men.
After dealing with the captives and slaves, Lyon allocated some more people and asked them to start collecting the spoils in the camp under the leadership of the traitor Tugou Kupai.
"No problem, boss, leave it to me."
boom!!!
There was a muffled gunshot, and Fire Dog Ace, the arrogant gangster boss who thought he was a local emperor and was walking in the front of more than 300 men, did not leave any last words. His head exploded like a balloon, and the red and white eyeballs, teeth, bones and brain matter splashed directly onto the younger brothers around him.
"Boss, are you going to stay there for a long time? Do you need me to send Old John over as well? You must like the food he cooks."
Leon sighed in his heart. In the end times, these ordinary people are like pigs and dogs, at the mercy of others. It is only now that the food is sufficient, otherwise...
Most of the young and beautiful female survivors were locked up in separate classrooms. Many of them had almost no clothes on and were covered with blankets. Their skin under the blankets was covered with scars from various tortures. Some of the women even had big bellies and were pregnant. It goes without saying what kind of treatment they had suffered.
Moore was operating a heavy machine gun with an excited look on his face, continuously pouring bullets at the fools who tried to resist. Daryl also got a very advanced grenade launcher. He pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the place where there were more people and quickly fired five or six grenades.
Leon was a little speechless. Since the relationship between the red-haired girl and him became closer and closer, not only did she not mention a word about the debt she owed when she saved his life, but even her attitude towards him changed from awe at the beginning to casualness now.
There were about 300 slaves, almost no elderly people. The men and children were all unkempt, with numb expressions, like puppets. They did not fight back when beaten or scolded, and appeared to be very docile.
He gained a population of more than 600 people without spending any soldiers. Although half of them were demoted to hard labor, the other half were well-tamed slaves and very useful.
Without a commander, the remaining Fire Dog Gang members were completely unable to resist, and the matter quickly came to an end. Two hours later, not only were all the Fire Dog Gang members arrested, but even the slaves who were imprisoned in various classrooms were rescued by Leon and others.
The voice on the other end of the radio paused for a second or two, then immediately became enthusiastic.
Explosions, bullets, flames, and grenades instantly engulfed the figures of those people. After only a dozen seconds, all the Fire Dog Gang thugs who had no cover were beaten to pieces.
Apart from these ordinary supplies, there is nothing worth being surprised about.
Little Amy took everything Leon said seriously to heart, and finally did not forget to show concern for Leon's quality of life.
Leon didn't care about the lives of these scum who joined the Fire Dog Gang. After all, they would be used as prisoners and laborers if they were caught. Since almost all of them had been brought to his gun, it should be his decision whether to kill or chop them up.
Leon thought about it and rejected little Amy's kindness. He had Peggy taking care of him here. Compared with other American girls, this girl was very virtuous. She was a good cook and very considerate in bed. She knew her limits even in front of outsiders. Unfortunately, she fell in love with a bad man.
"No, we haven't settled down here yet, it's a bit dangerous."
"Please pay attention to the safety of our base and don't let anything go wrong with our home."
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