Reinhardt, the commander of the Imperial Army, stood up with a scalded hair, feeling the temperature around him suddenly rose a few degrees, and the strong flame that rushed out of the door just now burned everything around him. If it weren't for his far distance, he would have ended up with the human-shaped coke at the door.

"What happened?" Several other noble generals, who were also at a loss, were looking at Reinhardt, waiting for his next order.

"Go in and take a look."

"yes."

A small group of soldiers, holding shields, stepped on the bodies of their carbonized companions, rushed into the "Gate of Gods" and came back soon.

"The enemy's Saicheng car has been blown up, and now both sides of the road are on fire. Our Chongcheng car and all the soldiers are burned to death."

"Immediately organize the clearance of the way out, and the whole army attack, and the whole army attack." Reinhardt no longer cared about his usual cool image and started to order hysterically.

Although the explosion of the tanker truck instantly killed more than 2,000 imperial troops, it was unable to destroy the "Gate of Gods" and even failed to cause a scratch to occur. Driven by the officers, the soldiers behind the door stomped out the body of their own people in front of them and rushed out.

Although the start was unfavorable and a general of the war god level and countless outstanding officers and soldiers were damaged, the desire to conquer the new world in front of them still drove them forward.

"Get money, grab grain, grab slaves." A noble general shouted a slogan.

The soldiers rushed out like floods from a dam, and then rushed over to all directions along the road.

At the same time, the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau Surveillance Center.

A large group of senior police officers with level one and level two police supervisors were staring at the ancient soldiers on the screen who seemed to have emerged from the ground.

Even though these responsible police officers had the combined age of Qianlong, no one had any experience in dealing with such things.

"This is, that, that, the most popular time travel in online novels." A second-level police supervisor said hesitantly.

The hall was silent. Whether it was the senior police officer or the technical police officers in charge of operations, they were all staring at a person with a first-level police rank at the scene, with doubts and sympathy in their eyes - everyone knew that an explosion and invasion occurred in Beijing. Although this was called irresistible, according to custom, they would definitely find a bunch of unlucky guys to be held accountable. At the very least, they would be demoted and lost their official position, and at the worst they would be sentenced to prison. Zhang Zeming, director of the Beijing Public Security Bureau, obviously, would be the first person in charge.

Director Zhang Zeming's hands were trembling slightly. The symptoms of getting up early and low blood pressure, accompanied by depression and anger, all of his expressions of depression and anger appeared on his face. He had been trembling for most of his life, and had worked hard to get up early and go to bed late. Now with the emergence of these mortal madmen, he is about to be lost.

Thinking about it, the "smugglers" that appeared a few days ago were a sign, but no one could associate them with these unscientific things. In fact, just yesterday, a tragedy of the imperial scout reported. The scout found a place surrounded by walls in the city in the middle of the night, and probably wanted to hide here, so he hid in, but he didn't see the Beijing Zoo at the gate of the yard he had turned in. This place surrounded by mountains and forests with high walls was written "Lion Tiger Mountain". When he was discovered yesterday morning, only bones were left. Just dealing with these things was a headache, but he didn't expect there would be a follow-up, and there were so many follow-ups.

The ancient army on the surveillance screen was still splitting troops. Whenever a fork appeared, they would split an army to advance. They were interspersed in various roads in the streets and alleys of Beijing, and the troops were constantly dispersing. Many troops had become small troops of dozens of people.

"Immediately use text messages, WeChat, Weibo, including radio and television to inform all citizens of Beijing. A large number of terrorists have flocked to the city to cut people everywhere. Citizens and friends are not allowed to go out and lock the door at home to wait for further notice. Local neighborhood committees organize the shelter of people who are still outdoors. Buses and subways are temporarily suspended, and the airport is temporarily closed. Then order all branches and police stations to take out all weapons, protective shields, dispatch all police cars, set up cordons, order urban management, neighborhood committees and security departments of various companies to fully assist in the evacuation and shelter of citizens on the spot. Major shopping malls and hotels are closed immediately, and the doors are blocked. The traffic police department immediately sets up roadblocks, allows the use of weapons, and delay time as much as possible. Request the armed police force and special police force to be dispatched immediately." Director Zhang calmly began to deploy.

"Old Zhang, I will report to the Ministry of Public Security and the Central Military Commission immediately." Huang Yongming, a political commissar of the Beijing Public Security Bureau, said on the side: "So many people, our troops are not strong enough, and it is estimated that the army will take action."

Zhang Zeming nodded, "There is still a weak electronic interference in the local area. I will immediately dispatch the drone to investigate this generation from above."

"Director Zhang." A police officer next to him hurriedly reported, "The central government's emergency power."

Zhang Zeming's heart skipped a beat, and he picked up the phone nervously, and a serious voice from a middle-aged man came from it.

"Director Zhang, hello, I am the Central Commission for Communications and the head of the Emergency Countermeasures Group Hua Ping. Now, in response to the situation in Beijing, it is tentatively designated as a 'terrorist attack', and our team is responsible for commanding and coordinating the cooperation of departments at all levels."

"Hello, Team Leader Hua." Zhang Zeming stood attentively, and then quickly passed the name of the person in his mind, confirming that he knew the Beijing leadership organization and the Ministry of Public Security did not have this person named Hua Ping. Obviously, this kind of thing happened. There were no enough leaders at the Beijing level. The cadres directly sent by the central government were responsible for commanding, and Hua Ping was not sure who this Hua Ping was.

"Beijing is now in a state of emergency. The 1st and 3rd Divisions of the Garrison District have entered combat readiness and have been deployed to various confidential units and protected monuments and television stations to deal with any attacks. The Central Military Commission has ordered the emergency mobilization of the 38th Army to Beijing. Relevant information, communication protocols, and shared materials have been sent to you. Now I need a detailed report on this 'terrorist attack', and it will be sent to me within 15 minutes." Hua Ping issued an order in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes." Zhang Zeming did not put down the phone immediately, "It's just that I must explain in advance, and the report we provide, I dare to use my life to ensure its authenticity and objectivity."

"but?"

"But it will be a bit unscientific. I hope the organization can believe me." Zhang Zeming felt that he was about to cry. He traveled through another world and invaded ancient Rome. If he saw his report, it would be more likely to send him to Anding Hospital directly.

The phone was silent for a long time.

"The military drones have sent some images back. I think we are the first people in China to deal with unscientific matters."

...

Reinhardt had already stood in another world (Beijing). He temporarily built several military tents in the open space directly in front of the Gate of Gods. As his command center, it was also the Imperial Army that truly began the invasion one hour after the invasion of Beijing.

The width of the "Gate of Gods" is 20 meters, which is also very narrow for the army to flock out. Therefore, various stampede accidents were constantly occurring during the process of going out. The Imperial Army that rushed out of the gate did not gather at all. They started marching along the road in small teams, robbing what they could see along the way. Soon, all kinds of garbage were sent to Reinhardt.

Plastic wrapping paper, beverage bottles, cans, garbage bins, and even cigarette butts, before the sanitation began to clean the streets, Reinhardt's command became a garbage station, and a group of imperial scholars were studying it carefully in the garbage station. Another group of painters were constantly mapping maps based on the soldiers' returns.

However, these people living in the old era could not understand how big the city, which accommodated one-third of the empire's population, was, especially the streets and alleys, and the roads were as numerous as cows. Soon, the Imperial Army quickly began to dilute like the sea water slapped on the beach.

A team of only 10 people left in division, led by the squad leader, saw the next target - a group of people and several carts under the overpass, with colorful pastries on it, and two groups of people on both sides of the cart seemed to be confronting.

"I said that there is an order from above, evacuate immediately and do not stay outdoors." Wang Qiu, the captain of the urban management team, shouted at the people who continued to sell cake cuts in front of him. Unexpectedly, the other party shrugged and made an expression that he could not understand Mandarin.

"Don't take it seriously? I tell you, a large number of terrorists have come and are now fully encircled. If you don't take it away, don't blame me for being killed by the terrorists at that time."

"Terrorists, hahahahaha." Several cake cutters laughed, and one of them said to Wang Qiu with a smile: "Captain Wang, there will be a large number of terrorists coming out in Beijing. Even if you want to drive us away, don't make up such an outrageous lie."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strange scream. More than a dozen people wearing bronze armor, holding a shield high in one hand, and holding a spear or a short sword in the other hand, had already rushed over.

Everyone at the scene was stunned. They could not associate these people who played COSPLAY with the terrorists.

"You." Wang Qiu picked up the electric baton and pointed, "Don't stop, the terrorists are coming soon, hurry up and go to the police station to hide..."

Before he finished speaking, a spear suddenly stabbed his chest in the anti-spike suit. The copper blunt object could not pierce the modern fiber anti-spike suit, but the impact was like a punch in the chest.

"So you are terrorists." Wang Qiu did not hesitate, grabbed the wooden pole that had not yet retracted the spear with his left hand, and threw the electric baton in his right hand over. The soldier on the opposite side instinctively raised his shield and blocked it, and then twitched all over and fell to the ground. The copper product had very good conductivity, especially on his shield with copper-skined outer covering of his wooden skeleton.

Wang Qiu didn't let him go, and just raised his leg and kicked the other party out, then shouted, "Hey, if they don't educate them, they won't know how powerful our Beijing urban management is."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a bang, the cake-cutting cart had been overturned to the ground. A soldier kicked the cart with his sword and then waved his sword to chop the cake-cutting vendor in front of him.

A chill suddenly rushed into the soldier's heart. It was an instinctive reaction when facing a beast. The cake-cutter who was smiling just now had a steel knife in his hand and chopped the soldier.

With a "ding" sound, the brass dagger in the soldier's hand was no match for the steel knife forged by modern alloy technology. It was cut into two pieces in one stroke. The soldier was shocked and hurriedly protected his body with a shield.

There was another crisp sound, and the sharp knife pierced the shield and the arm that raised the shield without any difficulty.

Before the soldier could scream, the sharp knife was retracted, and then the other party kicked him to the ground with one foot tightly pressing his chest, and the sharp sharp knife was placed on his face.

"Long live the empire." The soldier shouted this slogan with fearless spirit. Obviously, the other party did not understand.

"Checkao, cut cake, two yuan per gram, you overturned the cart with 100 kilograms, worth 100,000 yuan, take the money, otherwise you won't be beaten to death, but continue to beat you up."...

The Imperial Army still used backward copper weapons. These brass products were not sharp enough or hard enough. They carried the fierce attacks of opponents' electric batons, chains, crowbars, and sharp knives in the next life. The weapons, shields and armor were almost deformed in the first round of attacks. If the owner of these weapons was not immediately electrocuted by the electric batons and twitched.

This one-sided battle lasted only 5 minutes. The 12 Imperial soldiers were wiped out under the "side-to-side" of 15 urban management and 8 cake sellers. They were either beaten down or electric. There were only a few people here with some scratches.

Nowadays, whether it is the urban management team or the cake seller, they are rushing to put their own marks on the imperial soldiers - shoe prints.

"Captain, what should I do?" A city management team member panted and looked at the soldier who was still twitching like an electric eel on the ground.

Wang Qiu looked carefully at the direction the people came, and did not look like the follow-up troops. It seemed that he was out of touch with the large troops.

"Catch up the girls' weapons, tie them up, and send them to the police station."

"Our stall was smashed, and they want to compensate." A cake cutter stood up and blocked the city management.

"Damn, why are you still trying to do this at this time?" Wang Qiu's eyes lit up. "We don't have the right to judge. If you want them to compensate, then go to the police station with us and let the police in the police station mediate you. Could it be better?"

Several cake cutters looked at each other, then nodded vigorously.

"Captain, just take them to the police station." An urban manager asked in disbelief.

"Then what can I do? There are tens of thousands of terrorists now. What we have to deal with is at most a lost team. When we encounter a large army, we will still be over. If you throw them here, it's better to take them to the police station and be safer."

The small pickup truck of the urban management department drove the first group of prisoners from this battle to the nearest police station, and followed by a group of cake-cutters.

At the same time, the Imperial Army also ushered in its first wave of captives...
Chapter completed!