Three days had passed since Jiang Chen arrived in Finland.
In these three days, the flames of the revolution had burned throughout Brandenburg and spread to Berlin.
Before the coalition forces composed of the "Frankberg People's Liberation Front" and the 10th Armored Division arrived in Berlin, the protesting people had already occupied the capital and protested to the authorities by surrounding police stations and barracks. The morale of the special operations division stationed in Berlin was quite low. From the soldiers to the commanders, they seemed to have no intention of carrying out this stupid war.
Both sides restrained themselves from using heavy weapons, and the situation seemed to have reached a stalemate. However, one thing was foreseeable. It was only a matter of time before the New Choice Party stepped down.
There was no doubt that Rothschild had lost Frankberg.
On the Finnish side, there was no movement at Arrow's military base for the time being. Carmen hadn't come out since he entered. Jiang Chen also suspected what he was doing inside, but when he thought that his satellites had locked onto the area, he didn't believe that the guy could slip away under his eyes.
As for the refugee camp, Jiang Chen's printing of 500,000 copies of newspapers had already caused an uproar. Most people's understanding of human experiments was still at the level of anatomy. When they thought of their compatriots taken from the refugee camp being slaughtered on the operating table, almost no one could sit still.
Now every refugee looked at Arrow as if they were looking at a man-eating beast. Especially when Arrow recently came to the refugee camp to recruit workers, they almost clashed with the refugees who refused to be taken away.
The people of Arrow wondered why the reaction of these refugees suddenly became so intense. They originally lacked control over the refugee camp, and now their only source, the Sami Gang, was secretly controlled by Jiang Chen. They couldn't see anything in a short period of time.
Even if they did, they wouldn't take it to heart.
Every time they transported food and goods, armored vehicles cleared the way, and soldiers were armed with bullets. They had encountered the situation of looting supplies more than once, but the rioters had never succeeded in doing so.
It was too easy to deal with one or two refugees carrying steel pipes and bricks.
…
Next to the pine forest near the town of Paltamo, next to the weedy farmland, there was a long-abandoned warehouse.
The space inside the warehouse was very large, at least a thousand square meters. However, due to various reasons, the farm had been abandoned for a long time, and even the warehouse had been abandoned. Monica only used 30,000 euros to buy the warehouse that was originally used to store agricultural equipment from the owner of the warehouse.
Of course, the entire warehouse was not filled with agricultural equipment, but with tightly sealed black plastic boxes …
“G36？ My goodness! " Sammy opened the plastic box and picked up a G36 automatic rifle from the box. He held it in his hand excitedly and said, "German equipment, how did you get it?"
After Bavaria was occupied by the rebels, the local military factories basically fell into the hands of the German People's Liberation Front. With the relationship between Celestial Trade and the government-in-exile, it was too easy to get a batch of light weapons from those people. The reason why he chose G36 was mainly because the ammunition factory near the refugee camp mainly produced 5.56mm ammunition.
Jiang Chen smiled and didn't waste time with him. He pointed at the equipment in the corner of the warehouse.
"There are a total of five thousand guns, four hundred RPG-7s, more than thirty mortars, and a certain amount of ammunition. Now, they all belong to you. I only have one request. Take your men and do what you're best at under my command. "
After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Sammy swallowed hard.
Looking at the rows of shiny rifles and RPG-7 launchers, his scalp was numb. While he was shocked by the power in the hands of the young man in front of him, he also began to reflect on whether his choice to join this pirate ship was the right one.
But in any case, he could only walk this path to the end.
"Do you need me to help you transport it in?" Jiang Chen asked.
"No, my people have a way to get it in …" Sammy shook his head, hesitated, then looked at Jiang Chen and continued to ask, "Have you thought about the future problems? If the Finnish army is dispatched — "
Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped him. "You don't have to worry about this. Just do what I say."
He picked up the map full of combat plans from the table and stuffed it into the hands of Sammy, who was full of questions. After sending him away, Jiang Chen didn't stay. He quickly left the warehouse and locked the gate.
There were only two keys. One was in his hand, and the other was in Sammy's hand. A new batch of supplies would arrive at the refugee camp this afternoon. There would be two armored vehicles and one hundred mercenaries. Taking out this team would be the first shot of the refugee camp riot.
…
At eight o 'clock in the evening, under the escort of armored vehicles, a convoy slowly drove into the center of the refugee camp. The uniformed mercenaries jumped down from the trucks and, as usual, set up a blockade to separate the expectant refugees from the convoy.
The goods would be unloaded here and then distributed to various supply stations. Each refugee had their own number, which was equivalent to their "ID" to live here. They could use the number to receive supplies at various supply stations.
"Line up and receive the supplies in order … Sh * t, there are so many people." Putting down the microphone, Joyce cursed as he lit a cigarette and watched his men drive away the refugees who crossed the yellow line.
He had forgotten how many times he had been here, but every time he came here, he wanted to end the mission quickly and didn't want to stay here for a second longer.
Just then, his deputy, Glick, came over, borrowed a lighter from him, and lit one for himself. He cursed as he spoke.
"Sh * t, I really don't know what those refugees are thinking."
"What's the mess now?" Joyce narrowed his eyes and grinned.
"It's not a mess. You didn't see the way they looked at us. They wanted to rush up and tear us apart. " Glick shook his head and glanced at the ragged people with disdain. "Don't these people know how to be grateful? If it weren't for us, they wouldn't even have a bite to eat. "
"Why are you talking to these people about gratitude?" Joyce used his eyes to see through life and looked through the smoke rings. "Only civilized people know how to be grateful."
"Maybe." Glick threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and pointed in the direction of the supply point. "You smoke slowly, I'll go over there and take a look."
"Go." Joyce waved his hand and grinned.
After Glick left, the cigarette between his fingers was almost burned out. Joyce threw the cigarette butt on the ground and was about to patrol along the convoy to see if anyone was slacking off. But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
Joyce frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the commotion. But at this moment, a scream from the top of the Hummer instantly froze his heart.
"RPG —!"
Boom!
The roar of the violent explosion was followed by the screams of the crowd.
With flames burning on the side, the "Puma" armored vehicle at the front of the convoy fired randomly while frantically retreating through the crowd toward the entrance of the alley. However, just as it crashed into a wall, four more RPGs flew from the crowd.
This time, there was no reactive armor to block it. Joyce saw from the corner of his eyes that the armored vehicle had turned into a fireball. The occupants of the armored vehicle howled as they crawled out of the flaming roof. They rolled on the ground in vain, trying to extinguish the fire that had engulfed their bodies.
There was fire everywhere.
There was blood everywhere.
And the flying bullets and the disfigured corpses …
The sudden attack stunned the mercenaries, and they could only rely on the nearest bunker to hastily retaliate.
The blast of the explosion overturned the Hummer in front of Joyce. Before he could say anything, his remaining consciousness was engulfed by the steel fragments and fire …
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