Chapter 310 (1/2)
The riot took place at night.
Although the concept of night does not exist in shelters where sunlight cannot shine.
Less than five hours after security forces forced the residents of the industrial zone to disperse, the refuge's cells were filled with protestors.
No one can stand sleeping with a sharp knife hanging from his head at any time. The vents, which no one had been injecting for 20 years, are now a black muzzle.
The gun is rooted in people's hearts.
It turns out that when everyone can't stand the same problem, people become braver than they think.
The total number of security forces is less than 100, the surveillance force is very limited, and most of the soldiers are born in shelters. They do not have any sense of belonging to PAC, compared with the inhuman Han Junhua, they miss the amiable old director more. They not only feel sympathy for those who protest, but also support them.
This kind of out of discipline sympathy is impossible in PAC's army, but they are not the army after all.
The residents' Council was established again. Although there was no authorization for the shelter terminal, it was supported by all the residents. Under the leadership of former councilor Wu Yaguo, in the name of justice, a program of action was handed down from mouth to mouth among the survivors.
Overthrow dictatorship in an hour! Renegotiate in 1 hour!
The plan began to grow among a small number of people at the beginning of the spread of rumors. However, Han Junhua knew nothing about what happened among the people.
Foreign worries are settled.
Eradicating internal troubles is at once!
First of all. It's a broken sword!
The sudden failure of the power system triggers the emergency mechanism of replacing the standby power supply. Although the power cut-off caused by the power switch is only 10 minutes, it is enough for a lot of things to happen.
The whole sanctuary was in a sudden darkness.
The elevator was stuck underground. This completely cut off the contact between the underground and the surface. The power engine of the shelter gate was damaged by maintenance workers, which eliminated the possibility of Han Junhua closing the gate. In the face of the rebellion of some security forces, all residents evacuated to the hall of the refuge. In this way, even if the power supply was restored ten minutes later, Han Junhua would not be able to use hypnotic gas throughout the shelter.
The sword hanging over everyone's head. It has been completely removed.
Then, punishment!
80% of the security forces chose to turn to the provisional parliament, and 20% of the former PAC security forces swore their allegiance to the death. The two sides broke out a fierce gun battle on the main road of the shelter, pushing forward to the office of the director of the shelter.
The residents first occupied the Arsenal and then liberated the cell. Like the capture of the Bastille, the United inhabitants liberated the oppressed warriors. The warriors cheered. Start arming yourself with the weapons that were distributed.
More than 200 residents with gas masks and automatic rifles joined the fight. The balance of victory was smashed to the side of all the residents of the shelter.
Tian Feng led the last ten soldiers to resist. They were the first batch of soldiers to enter the shelter. Twenty years ago, they were a group of young men who had just joined the army. Now they are old enough to retire. They've prepared for the worst, for example, against NATO soldiers who have invaded the shelter.
But they never thought, at the end of the mission. They are facing the residents they are guarding.
The feeling of hand foot mutilation is suffocating.
Tian Feng pulled the trigger, he tried not to think about the names of the faces.
But he couldn't.
In the sight glass, he saw his neighbor's children. He remembered that the young man had said that he would be a botanist until the day when the shelter opened to see how tenacious the grass growing on the radiation soil was.
But he was dead, in the pool of cold blood.
And he. And he, and even her...
”ah ah!”
Finally, someone couldn't stand the mental torture. A soldier rushed out of the bunker and started shooting wildly with his rifle.
”Damn it! Come back However, Tian Feng couldn't hold him. He watched the comrade in arms and was shot several blood holes by the mob's bullets.
He died, but there was no pain on his face.
A blow hammered hard on the wall of the shelter. Tian Feng gasped and his chest heaved violently.
”Damn it! Cough, cough -- ” A spit, mixed with blood, splashed on the wall.
He didn't know who to curse or who to be cursed.
The noisy bullet masked all the noise.
At this moment, everyone is dumb.
...
in the director's office, through bulletproof glass, Han Junhua watched the war in silence.
It's too weak.Not even a small regional conflict.
Before the war, she had directed an airborne mechanical brigade to suppress a riot planned by NATO on the PAC border. The wanderer's crushing flesh and blood, that is far worse than this hell, she did not know to see many times.
But somehow, she felt a little heartache at the moment.
Academician Qin stood beside her and looked out of the window in the same silence.
At the moment, the trembling figure and this young figure, formed a sharp contrast.
It's like a father and a daughter.
For a long time, Han Junhua asked, ”don't you stand on the side of the people?”
Academician Qin shook his head. ”I stand on the side of truth.”
”Is it?” Han Junhua looks at the old man who is old and old.
”Because truth is often the most difficult to accept, and people who pursue it are often lonely.”
”That's a pity.” Han Junhua looked out of the window in silence.
The warhead's sparks leaped between the cold steel, twinkling in the middle of a pair of angry pupils. Soldiers still loyal to her are losing ground, in terms of supplies. They don't have it anymore.
”Human nature is a burden of survival, but if it is not for this burden, civilization cannot be born.”
”Do you mean to say that I was wrong?” Han Junhua said frankly.
”You are not wrong. But it's not true. ”