People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 257: Military morale is weakened

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the streets.

The rebels, armed with weapons, rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street viciously, and loudly threatened the citizens hiding inside to come out.

Some people also shouted that they did not want to kill anyone, but just wanted to control the citizens and manage them better.

Unfortunately, their shouting had little effect. The citizens either hid in their hiding places and remained silent, or simply lost their minds and fled madly.

A rebel saw a man running headlong into the window, seemingly trying to escape by jumping out, so he rushed over and grabbed the man by the collar.

"Are you crazy?!"

The rebel half hung on the edge of the window, holding on to the citizen tightly: "This is the fifth floor, if you jump down you will either die or break your arms and legs!"

"Let me go, don't kill me!"

The citizen struggled frantically in his hands, and did not stop even when his clothes were gradually torn to pieces by the force of falling.

"Don't!"

Finally, the rebels watched as the citizen's collar broke and he fell to the ground with a thud, motionless.

"Bastard! We also want to save Bolivar!" the rebels cursed.

His eyes were a little red, and he struggled to shrink back and turned his head to look inside the house.

But then he saw a scene that made him furious.

A man, also dressed in rebel uniform, was actually stuffing the original owner's belongings into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" The rebel immediately rushed forward and grabbed the other's wrist. "The owner of this room is still dead, and you are actually coveting his property. Why didn't you come to help me just now?"

"roll!"

The man just cursed in a strange accent.

The rebels' expressions froze.

He recognized the other person's accent and realized that the person in front of him was actually arranged by Leitania.

He was furious, but he didn't dare to show it.

Because nearly half of the manpower of this rebel army came from the support of the powerful people in Leithania.

If the rebels want to take control of Dos Solás and take the first step towards Bolivar’s independence, they must rely on these Letanians.

But at this moment, he watched the Leitanians in front of him robbing their compatriots' property, but he was powerless to stop it. This made his originally firm heart waver a little.

Can such a companion really help me realize my dream?

Unfortunately, the situation at the scene did not give the rebel a chance to think, as the communicator on his ear had already received the next instruction.

The Leitanian stuffed another string of jewelry into his pocket, then hurried off to meet up at the designated location, cursing.

The real rebels followed behind in a daze. When they came outside the building, they looked around and found that their companions had brought back very few citizens. The vast majority of the citizens chose to resist and flee.

Many of the real Bolivarian rebels he was familiar with were in low spirits.

On the other hand, the Leitanians all had smiles on their faces and their pockets were bulging.

"Retreat to the next block."

The captain of the rebel army took a quick look and issued new orders.

Captain, also from Leitania.

The team, whose emotions were gradually polarized, began to move again, but the originally complete team was slowly affected by the emotions and its positions became divided.

Just as they passed an intersection, the rebel captain suddenly froze.

On the other side of the street, the tall figure of the patriot stood out among the oncoming crowd.

"I smell blood on you."

The patriot pointed the street lamp in his hand forward, aimed it at the leader of the rebel army, and said in a deep voice: "They killed their compatriots, their crime is unforgivable!"

In just a few words, the patriot aroused the emotions of the troops behind him, and they all glared at the rebel army.

In stark contrast to the high-spirited patriot team, the rebel team was clearly a little panicked.

They didn't understand why the Patriot team kept changing routes and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Among the rebels, the true Bolivarians subconsciously protected the citizens under their control, gritted their teeth, raised their weapons and prepared to fight.

But the Leitanians looked panicked, looking around the streets, clearly wanting to avoid fighting.

When two armies fight, if their momentum is weak, they have already lost half the battle.

Patriots hold street lamps high in their hands and shout:

"Warriors, resist!"

Then he took the lead and led the team to charge towards the rebel army.

"Retreat, don't force the enemy, split up the team and wait for support!"

The rebel captain gave the order to retreat without a second thought, and was the first to hide in an alley on the side of the road.

Without Pancho's clear instructions, he was unwilling to offend Rhode Island's ridiculously powerful team.

Even the captain started to run away, not to mention the other rebels, who had no intention of fighting at all and fled in all directions.

When they escaped, the citizens who stayed behind immediately followed suit, broke free from their restraints and began to flee for their lives.

This resulted in the Patriots leading their team to charge forward, only to find nothing.

This outrageous outcome did not make the patriots happy at all, but instead made them angry.

"Pancho is definitely not a good general," the patriot commented sharply.

"That's not the case. Normally, he is qualified." The doctor slowly walked out of the team and said with a smile, "It's a pity that he met you and me, so he couldn't hold on."

"No matter what you say, I don't agree with him."

The Patriot's stubborn temper came back to the fore, and he obviously had a very bad impression of Pancho.

The Doctor shrugged and didn't argue.

He knew what the Patriot was thinking. As an old man who had spent half his life in the military, the Patriot knew very well what the consequences would be if the leader of an army was incompetent but insisted on occupying this position.

Every life will die in vain.

That is the greatest insult to soldiers!

Ernesto listened to the two people's discussion about his father, with bitterness between his lips.

It is said that scolding one's father in front of his son is disrespectful.

But he couldn't get angry, all he felt was depression.

"Father, what should we do?"

Ernesto turned his head and looked in the direction of the artificial sea ship, hoping that someone would appear to answer his question.

Unfortunately, no one can do it.

Even the doctor can't do anything.

This problem can only be found by himself.

Retracting his gaze, Ernesto continued to look forward and raised his voice:

"Everyone, turn around the intersection ahead and you will find my weapons shop. If you hold on for a while, you can get supplies!"

His words gave a jolt to the unarmed citizens in the group.

The team took action again and rushed to the weapon shop as quickly as possible. At the same time, everyone was on high alert, preparing for the upcoming difficult battle.

However, when they turned the corner, the situation before them made everyone stunned.

Even the Patriot and the Doctor looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

The streets were deserted, without any sign of rebels.

Ernesto took two steps forward and looked at the weapon shop that he was familiar with. However, the sign had been removed at some point and the rolling door was locked tightly.