Chapter 1,272 You bastard betrayed the working class
It is now the sixteenth day for these guerrillas who have withdrawn into the forest. As early as when the strike movement in Ice Valley City had a slight change of flavor, Mr. Guimo, who had experienced many battles, had already sensed the danger and quickly organized
The Sons of Loha and the backbones of the union retreated. As a result, more than 3,000 people followed Mr. Guimo and retreated into the dense jungle before the alliance guards and security guards from large companies surrounded them.
However, the real rulers of this country will never let them go. In fact,
In the eyes of the war-industrial tycoons such as Hearth and Thor, the "Sons of Lohar" who joined forces with the unionists and began organizing peaceful strikes were far more dangerous than the "Sons of Lohar" who organized terrorist organizations.
Even if the coalition government fails to make a decision for a while due to the quarrel between politicians, large companies will definitely regard Guimo as the primary target for exclusion in advance.
Therefore, in the past two weeks, before the rebels who retreated into the Great Forest encountered the Alliance army, they had to face the heavily armed pursuers of Hearth Fortress. These mercenaries were not regular troops, but they possessed only a few heavy weapons.
and all weapons of the regular army except alchemical equipment. More importantly, they do not know martial ethics, let alone the law, and their methods are naturally much more ruthless than those of the regular army.
Although a team of more than 3,000 people can barely rely on the dense virgin jungle and changeable terrain to monitor deserters, the target is still too big.
So, as a last resort, Guimo issued an order to disperse and evacuate.
"What they want is me. If anyone can escape, then that's it. You can always save some seeds."
In fact, no one can tell what kind of seed it is, and Mr. Guimo himself can't tell, but this is the only way to do it. If there is no hope, everyone will be dissatisfied. Even if it is just
It's just a "hope" imagined by myself.
"Let's continue walking with you." Taina said to Mr. Guimo: "I am a reporter, and I must record it to the end in order to record all the truth."
"Reality? Miss Taina, does anyone still care about reality?"
"Some people care. I care. History will care too!" Taina Mohn said seriously.
She looked at Asher Stern standing aside: "Besides, I can carry the camera and I can also carry the gun."
If you want to carry a gun or something, just carry it? What do you think I'm going to do? Ash's heart was filled with chills. He actually wanted to run away a long time ago. As a psyker with unique skills and the Noble Phantasm of the Enlightened One, as long as
Naturally, he could have escaped long ago if he was alone on the road. But for some reason, he never ran away.
"...Hahaha, your will is free, I can't control what you want to do. However, you must remember, young people, the battlefield that belongs to you is not here. Your time has not come yet.
." Mr. Guimo laughed.
After everyone was reduced to pieces, there were only more than a hundred people left around Gui Mo.
His guess was correct. Most of the pursuers actually came looking for them, and a battle soon broke out. Every time we repelled a wave of enemies, there would soon be more enemies. Hearing the news
Rushing over, it was as if all the hounds raised by Hearth Industry had gathered in this forest.
"We can retreat to the deepest part of the jungle." Taina Mohn suggested.
Seeing that everyone was confused, she explained that this large forest has natural building trees and rich mineral veins of zero elements. The deeper you go, the stronger the spiritual factors become. In the ancient kingship era of the alliance, this magical forest
The Forest of the Holy Spirit is the most famous spiritual spiritual practice holy place on this planet.
Those strong spiritual factors will always form a lot of supernatural phenomena, which can protect everyone from leaving.
"Very good, at least we have a retreat direction." Mr. Guimo laughed.
Having said that, in the early stages of the retreat, it was almost unrealistic to completely get rid of the pursuers. In just two weeks, seven battles took place, and each time the pursuers were few.
There are more than twenty people, sometimes more than one reinforced company, and there are armored airships and drones to assist in the battle.
Mr. Guimo always fights on the front line and is always the last one to evacuate. However, in every battle, he is the target of the mercenaries' fire, and he always accumulates the most pain and fatigue.
But even so, he still maintained a very optimistic mood.
"In other words, mercenaries only know how to fight in small groups. If it were government troops, even the security forces of foreign colonial stars, they would not engage in such a stupid fuel war."
Having said that, yesterday, the enemy they faced was not only a reinforced company of mercenaries, but also a psyker wearing a heraldry machine.
"Can this kind of thing go into the hands of the private security team?" Taina Mohn couldn't accept it at all.
"How novel, there are even lightsabers on the black market!" Ya Xiu felt that the other party was rare and strange.
"Are there any heraldic machines on the black market?"
"...That's not true. The goal is too big."
However, it is no longer time to worry about this kind of problem. Whether the security mercenaries of Hearth Industry have a family or a heraldic machine in their hands, even if they have a dreadnought in their hands, it has little to do with them.
Now, what they need is to try their best to survive. Or, let others live.
After a great battle, everyone finally defeated the pursuers. More importantly, three of the four armored airships were shot down, the heraldic machine was finally destroyed, and the remaining mercenaries had no choice but to flee.
Even if Hearth and Thunder God's families are big and powerful, such losses are crippling. For a long time, it should be difficult for them to organize pursuit troops of the same size. In a sense, these uprisings
They are safe for the time being.
However, the price they paid was the sacrifice of half of their companions. These people were basically the backbone of the rebel army brought by Mr. Guimo, and they were all old brothers who had followed him for more than ten years.
Ash also suffered a lot of injuries. He was almost certain that if his New World group hadn't grown a lot and he still had the Noble Phantasm of the Enlightened One given to him by the remaining companies, he would have been dead long ago.
The only reporter who is relatively safe is probably because everyone is trying to protect her, and probably because the bullets fired by the mercenaries are avoiding her.
However, the biggest loss was their leader. After losing two legs and an arm, Mr. Guimo desperately tore open the shield of the heraldry machine, creating a chance for Ash to kill with one hit.
But he was shot through the chest by the mercenary's final counterattack. In the dense forest where there was little medical treatment, even for a psychic, it was a fatal injury that was difficult to treat.
Everyone carried Mr. Guimo forward sadly, but they could only watch his life force drain away little by little, but there was nothing they could do.
"But, so what? I killed so happily!" The leader of the rebel army, who was only half-stretched, looked up to the sky and laughed surrounded by his exhausted comrades, as if he had let out a lifetime of depression.
"Oh hehehe, if I could show this ability when I was serving before, and now I have worn the star, right? Then I might not have embarked on this path."
After laughing, he couldn't help but sigh: "So, Miss Reporter, you've seen it too! Rick is really not a hero at heart, he just wants to do something big and see. In essence, he is afraid that the world will not be the same.
A chaotic rebel. Yes, we are a rebel, and a half-baked rebel at that."
Taina Moen certainly knew what he meant. In fact, during the two weeks of escaping, Gui Moen had been reviewing her own gains and losses.
The strike in Ice Valley City failed, of course, because bad guys got involved, and it was certainly used by other shady forces. But, putting aside these things, wasn't it also because of your own weakness?
"In the past, when people engaged in terrorist activities, they thought that this would allow the big shots above to hear such voices. But I felt that this would only hurt ordinary people, but not the big shots. So I cleaned up the Sons of Loha.
radicals, many of whom were my old brothers. Later, I wanted to learn from the strike action in Guye City, but I didn’t want everyone to bleed like that. But in the end, the blood they shed even exceeded
Workers in Guye City. Now, I have discovered that the most blood in my hands actually belongs to my own people."
The leader of the rebel army looked tired and sour: "I am such a coward! A rebel born as a warrior, I am not as good as those students who dedicated their blood in Guye City. In the end, I just ended up in this dense forest.
A meaningless life. Miss Taina, my life really sounds like a joke!"
Taina Morn looked deeply at the rebel leader who was about to expire, and whispered: "Long ago in the Alliance's royal rule, before we embarked on the age of interstellar navigation, countless battles took place in this dense forest.
The ancestors of the fourteen so-called alliance families now lie dead here."
Gui Mo couldn't help but be stunned, then smiled and said: "...Are you trying to say that I will turn into withered bones like them?"
"I want to say that they established the current structure of the alliance, and your words... Sir, I don't know what the future will be like. However, in the future history, you will either be a great rebel who will be infamous for thousands of years.
Or he must be a pioneer. Just like the dead students and workers in Lone Night City. How can you say that life is worthless?"
"Ah hahaha, it's really you, Miss Taina, you are much better than me, you are always very good at talking."
Taina Moen let out a heavy breath: "There is someone who can really speak better than me. I just think that if I might face that person one day, I can't help but tremble now."
"Isn't that similar to what we are doing now?"
Taina fell into a brief silence, with all kinds of emotions flashing through her heart, and finally she nodded inaudibly.
"That's great. Everything is really great."
The rebel leader's vision began to blur, but his expression gradually became relaxed. At that time, light seemed to appear in his dilated pupils. When life and soul left his body, both light and smile froze at the same time.
on his face.
Everyone silently watched the last leader of the Sons of Loha leave, and then silently burned his body and scattered it in the mountains and rivers of the Forest of the Holy Spirit.
"Miss Moen, what should we do next?" asked a Lothar rebel captain.
Taina Moen silently looked at the stream at the foot of the mountain, watching Mr. Guimo's ashes slowly flow into the mountain stream, and a trace of confusion flashed across her face: "...I, I don't know."
The remaining rebel members looked at each other and were relatively speechless for a while.
Ash gritted his teeth and wanted to say something more, but Taina spoke again. Her voice became firmer: "But we always have to find hope. The road ahead will be difficult.
I just hope that I can continue to go forward with everyone."
Taina looked at everyone with bright and persistent eyes.
The rebels clearly felt that they saw the same light in the eyes of this pitiful young lady: "Our enemy is very powerful, but we will never fight alone!"
Everyone started to hit the road one after another. At this time, they didn't know where they were going, but they finally felt a glimmer of strength and hope.
At the East Gate Station of the Sea City, a light rail train preparing to head to the Southern Continent issued a boarding reminder.
Passengers carrying large and small bags began to queue up to get on the bus. A young man wearing a hoodie, denim shorts, and carrying a schoolbag, who looked like an ordinary college student, stood at the end of the queue.
The Sea City is the "ancient capital" of the Alliance and a famous university town. No one would pay attention to such an ordinary college student.
After all, this is a main road that spans the two continents of Nephi and the central Sea of Fallen Stars. It connects the metropolises on the coasts of the two continents, and will also cross the sea capital. It will also pass by the orbital elevator located on the equator of the planet.
.
For such a main road, the passenger flow can be imagined. Although it is not a holiday, the platform is still full of people.
Of course, with today's technology, there is actually no need for special checkpoints and manpower to check tickets. The electronic eyes hanging on the ceiling of the platform can record the appearance of all the crowded people in half a second, and also
It took half a second to complete the comparison with the passenger information in the database.
This kind of inspection method is advanced and fast, but in an era when occultism is prevalent and black technology is excessive, it may not be completely accurate. However, rail transit managers do not care. They all feel that people who master psychic powers and black technology
, they shouldn’t have to compromise their identity to get away with a 10-yuan train ticket. As long as they try to ensure that passengers don’t bring dangerous goods on the train, they can be considered worthy of the fare.
Today's guests are all model guests, at least the automatic inspection agency did not detect any dangerous atmosphere.
Of course they wouldn't mind, but the ordinary-looking college student who was originally at the end of the queue never got on the bus.
In fact, just when the train started to check tickets, the "college student" already felt that he was being pinched from the left to the right. A voice rang in his ears.
"Bold...you have done something wrong."
He was really familiar with this voice, but if it sounded at this time, it would only make him lose his mind.
He felt that his legs were weak and he could not walk. He was forced to cross the crowd against the current between two people, exited the platform, and walked out of the inconspicuous side door of the station, avoiding all surveillance.
When the man named "Bold" regained consciousness, he only saw a tall figure standing in the shadow of the dim light in a remote alley. His dark body seemed to absorb all the light sources.
, only half of the face can be seen with the slightly trembling carapace. What a ferocious and majestic figure it is, like a vengeful demon crawling out of hell.
"B-Brother Babalu..." Bold closed the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something to beg for mercy, but for a moment he just felt that his mind was blank.
"Don't call me brother! Damn you, you betrayed the working class!"