radicalducati Chapter 250
Chapter 250
In the past world pattern, the United States was undoubtedly the most dazzling superstar.
With its unrivaled military power, advanced technology and dominant position in the global political and economic arena, it stands proudly at the top of the world.
Its people are bathed in the glory of prosperity, enjoy a rich life, and are full of pride and pride in their country.
This pride is like surging waves, hitting their hearts wave after wave.
Let them firmly believe that their country is invincible and a symbol of civilization and strength.
However, the wheel of fate ruthlessly crushed their fantasies.
At this time, the United States is no different from other countries. It has become riddled with holes and shaky under the ravages of disasters.
In the face of this global catastrophe, the former glory is as fragile as bubbles, and all advantages are gone in an instant.
Before the disaster, countries around the world were panicking about unknown dangers.
When the Flame Clan just appeared in the world's vision, the Americans showed extreme disdain.
They were confident that they had advanced weapons and equipment and strong military power, and believed that these flame tribes were just a group of uncivilized and savage beasts.
In their view, these creatures had no wisdom, no organization, and only acted on instinct. They were not worth mentioning in front of the civilized and powerful United States.
They were confident that they could easily wipe out these flame tribes by sending out a small number of military forces, just as simple as dealing with those regional conflicts in the past.
However, reality taught them a hard lesson and let them know what the cold facts are.
The power of the flame tribe far exceeded their imagination. These seemingly savage creatures possessed powerful magical powers and tenacious vitality.
Their flame attacks could not only easily destroy the US military defense line, but also cause great damage to the soldiers.
The weapons of the United States seemed so fragile in front of the flame tribe. Those proud high-tech equipment failed under the burning of the flames and turned into a pile of scrap metal.
On the battlefield, the flame tribe surged like a tide, and the US army retreated step by step. The former pride and confidence were shattered in blood and flames.
But this was only the disaster brought by the flame tribe. The erosion of the sky-swallowing magic fog made all Americans completely collapse.
The magic fog that covered the sky was like the cloak of the god of death. Wherever it went, everything was swallowed up.
The city quickly declined in the magic fog, and people lost their way in the magic fog and fell into madness. The monsters in the magic fog were rampant, and their terrifying figures became the nightmare of Americans.
The originally prosperous city turned into a dead ruin in an instant, and people fled everywhere, but there was nowhere to escape.
Fear spread among the crowd like a plague, and everyone could feel the breath of death approaching.
Under the attack of this double disaster, the Americans fell into unprecedented despair.
However, what made them most distressed was that the Eastern country that they looked down upon, China, actually survived these two disasters in succession!
This fact, like a heavy hammer, hit the hearts of Americans hard.
In their minds, China has always been the Eastern country with a huge gap with them. Whether it is technology or military, it cannot be compared with them.
They used to look at everything in China with a sense of superiority, thinking that China's development was just a small fight and could not pose a threat to them at all.
When the news of China's successful resistance to the disaster spread, countless Americans were heartbroken.
This heartbreak was not only because their country was in trouble, but also because China's actions completely shattered all their pride.
They could not accept this fact. They have always regarded themselves as the center of the world and the leader of civilization.
And China is just a supporting role and a follower in their eyes.
But now, this supporting role has shown the ability to surpass the protagonist at a critical moment, which has caused a drastic shake in their worldview.
They can't understand why China can do it, why the country that they think is inferior to them in all aspects can stand firm in the face of such a huge disaster.
Countless Americans were defeated!
They shouted in their hearts: "How is this possible!"
In their minds, China cannot compare with the United States in terms of the number of top powerhouses or overall strength.
Jian Shanhai, the man regarded as a hero in China, is far less powerful than Caesar in the United States in their eyes.
Caesar, the world's strongest man, is the hope of the Americans.Light is one of the sources of their confidence.
In the past world crises, Caesar was always able to resolve the crisis with his super strength. His name was like a god, making Americans feel safe.
But in the face of this disaster, Caesar did not appear!
Countless people called his name, and they expected Caesar to come like a savior as in the past and lead them out of the predicament.
But no matter how they called, Caesar was nowhere to be seen.
As time passed, the entire United States fell into chaos and despair.
For a whole year, Americans spent their time in pain and struggle. They experienced countless life and death tests, witnessed the departure of relatives and friends, and felt the destruction of their homes.
In this long year, the mentality of Americans has changed dramatically.
From the initial pride and disdain, to the later fear and despair, and then to the current helplessness and acceptance.
They finally recognized the facts and accepted the reality.
The former glory has become a thing of the past. They are no longer the masters of the world. In the face of this global disaster, they are just victims like other countries.
After Carl's death, the suffocating and depressing atmosphere in the quarantine area did not seem to change at all. Everything was as usual, like a pool of stagnant water.
Only endless suffering continued to spread.
The Americans here are still struggling in dire straits. Every day seems to be wandering on the edge of hell, without a glimmer of hope.
However, in this seemingly hopeless situation, a change is quietly brewing.
After Carl's death.
When the young man who was saved heard the bad news, his heart was shocked, as if the whole world collapsed at that moment.
He stood there, his mind was blank, and only Carl's figure kept emerging.
Once, he tried to give up his life in the abyss of despair.
It was Carl who blocked the coming of death with his thin but extremely firm body and pulled him back from the hands of death.
But at that time, he was tortured by endless suffering and lost his mind. He even felt resentment towards Carl. It was a twisted emotion.
It was a wrong vent of anger and helplessness towards this cruel world.
In fact, deep in his heart, he had always been deeply grateful to Carl.
Carl's actions were like the brightest stars in the darkness, illuminating his soul that had long been eroded by darkness.
He silently thanked Carl in his heart.
It was Carl who made him re-examine the value of life and let him find a reason to live in this hopeless hell.
However, the torture and oppression he had suffered for a long time made him accustomed to burying this gratitude deep in his heart.
Wrap it with a layer of indifference and resentment, as if this was the only way to protect his fragile heart.
However, Carl's departure was like the collapse of the last pillar supporting his spiritual world.
This sudden blow made the anger in his heart burst out like a volcanic eruption.
His eyes turned red, which was the color of anger and sadness.
Every blood vessel was protruding on his forehead, as if it was about to burst.
His body was trembling slightly with anger, and the nails of his clenched fists were deeply embedded in his palms. Blood oozed from his fingers, but he was unaware.
At that moment, he decided not to endure it anymore, and not to let the Flame Clan continue to trample on human dignity and life.
He wanted to avenge Carl and seek justice for all those who died in suffering.
He wanted to unite all the living people and overthrow the tyrannical rule of the Flame Clan!
That's right, just like when the United States was first founded!
It also overthrew the brutal rule!
He began to act secretly in the quarantine area, looking for those who were conscious of resistance.
He shuttled between various simple residences, and in dark and damp corners, whispered with those who were also dissatisfied with the status quo.
The flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement, telling them the necessity and possibility of resistance.
In the mine, he took advantage of the inattention of the flame tribe supervisors to convey information to his companions with his eyes and brief gestures, quietly igniting the fire of resistance among the crowd.
As time went on, more and more people were infected by his enthusiasm and determination.
Among these people were strong young people who were already full of anger at the heavy labor and cruel abuse every day;
There were also old people who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. They watched their children and grandchildren struggle in suffering, and their hearts were full of hatred for the flame tribe;
There were also those strong women who, while taking care of their families, also longed to get rid of this slavery one day..
In a difficult environment, they took advantage of every opportunity to secretly plan a rebellion.
They planned to launch a surprise attack on the day when the Flame Clan held a grand sacrificial ceremony.
This temporary quarantine area only had one semi-god-level Flame Clan monster at most.
As long as it was killed, the matter would be half successful!
As far as they knew, during the sacrifice period, most of the Flame Clan's troops would be concentrated on the sacrificial site, and the guarding of the quarantine area would be relatively weak.
This was their only chance, and they had carefully prepared for a long time, and every detail was repeatedly considered.
Some people were responsible for creating chaos and attracting the attention of the Flame Clan;
Others took the opportunity to raid the warehouse where weapons were stored, and after seizing the weapons, they fought head-on with the Flame Clan;
Some people were responsible for organizing and protecting the elderly, weak, women and children, and leading them to hide.
However, fate always seemed to like to tease these people who were struggling in misery.
The planned day finally came, but everything was going in the worst direction.
I don't know which link went wrong, but the Flame Clan seemed to have noticed the human's unusual movement in advance.
The troops at the sacrificial site did not decrease, but more members of the Flame Clan were transferred back to the quarantine zone to strengthen patrols.
When the young man led the rebels to rush to the weapons warehouse, they were greeted by the traps that the Flame Clan had already set.
The supervisors of the Flame Clan showed a ferocious smile.
The flame whips in their hands were swung more violently, and each whip left a charred mark in the air, accompanied by crackling sounds, like the roar of the god of death.
The flames came from all directions, trapping the rebels in the middle.
The simple tools in the hands of the rebels seemed so fragile under the attack of the flames.
Many people were engulfed by the flames before they could get close to the warehouse, and their screams echoed in the night sky, which was heartbreaking.
That night, countless people were killed and injured.
After that cruel change, the quarantine zone seemed to have experienced a nightmare baptism.
The rule of the Flame Clan became more stringent, the intensity of labor continued to increase, and the food rations became less and less.
Every day, a large number of people fell down in the heavy labor and never stood up again.
In the mine, those heavy carts still moved hard on the track, but the people pulling the carts changed batch after batch, and each new figure was thinner and weaker than before.
In the area where ore was sorted, the movements of women and children became slower and slower.
Their eyes were full of despair and numbness, and the wounds on their hands festered due to lack of treatment, emitting bursts of stench.
On the streets, you can often see corpses lying in all directions, including the elderly, the young, and those skinny children.
Some of them died of starvation, some died of exhaustion during labor, and some were brutally killed because they violated the absurd rules of the Flame Clan.
Those once familiar faces disappeared one by one, and each departure was like a sharp cut in the hearts of the survivors. The pain was accumulating, but they could not be vented.
Under this extreme pain and despair, countless people finally couldn't hold on.
Their already broken hearts could no longer bear more suffering, just like a bowstring stretched to the limit, finally breaking.
One night, when the tired people dragged their heavy bodies back to the ruined residence, the long-suppressed emotions broke out like a flood.
Some people broke down and cried first, and the cry was like a signal, instantly igniting the sadness of the entire quarantine area.
For a time, the entire quarantine area was shrouded in crying one after another.
People broke down in tears, and they shouted Caesar's name in the dark, and the voice was full of prayers, desires and the last glimmer of hope.
Caesar, the strong man who was once regarded as the world's number one, was a symbol of omnipotence in the hearts of Americans and their last spiritual sustenance.
They imagined that Caesar could come to this cursed land with light like a legendary hero, and use his invincible power to completely destroy the flame tribe and save them from the water and fire.
A little girl fell to the ground and prayed before she died:
"Caesar! Save me..."
She said this countless times, but never got a response.
She looked up at the sky helplessly, quietly waiting for death to come.
The sky-swallowing magic fog enveloped the quarantine area, and the sky was already dark, and the sunlight could not shine in.
The girl showed a hopeful look in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to try to pass through the thick sky-swallowing magic fog:
"How I want to... see the sun again!"
She no longer hoped that someone could save her, she just wanted to see the sunshine that she hadn't seen for a long time.
The girl was so weak that she didn't have enough strength to open her eyelids.
Just as she was dying, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.
The light spread in an instant, covering the entire quarantine area.
At the same time, a voice familiar to countless Americans resounded throughout the quarantine area.
"God said, let there be light..."