Chapter 1187 Bloody Resistance 2

"Kyoto born きる全てのsiblings! Tortured げられ, slave とされたbrothers and sisters! Private はは"Central core faction"のMiyamoto Ryuichi!"

(Fellow countrymen in Kyoto! All oppressed and enslaved brothers and sisters! I am Ryuichi Miyamoto of the 'Central Core Faction'!)

"Wen こえるか? The distant より comes るる Judgment の音を! だが, それは I 々へのJudgment ではない! "Renaissance Society"

(Did you hear that? That voice of judgment from afar! But it's not a judgment on us! It's a righteous verdict against the 'Revival Society,' against those vampires who feed on our flesh and blood!)

"Lianzhong は, あの高みにる中文, zaibatsu, shogun たちは, 日本この时, safety なunderground シェルターにhiddenいながら、『spirit』にresistantえと明じる! 何という无码不卡とか!”

(They, those high-ranking Chinese, tycoons, and generals, are safely hiding in their deep underground shelters, yet they are using broadcasts to order us to use our 'spirit' to withstand nuclear bombs! How shameless and absurd this is!)

"Lianzhong は我々の労働を squeeze りtake り, food を snatch い, 尊厳をStep みにじった! 　　　　　う『Order』とは, I 々を国产のように生かし, ANTのように死なせることだ!”

(They exploit our labor, steal our food, and trample on our dignity! Their so-called 'order' means making us live like livestock and die like ants!)

"しかし, today, the machine is ripe! I am a 々はもはや神黙しない! The weapon is a hand!"

(But now, the opportunity has arrived! We will no longer remain silent! We have taken up arms!)

"The slaves are the same as the military officers, and the arsenal is the same as the pressure!"

(We have purged those officers who served as henchmen and seized the armory!)

"Compatriots! Eyes are the same! False "God's Kingdom"'s blessings are protected and treated! Humans are eaten and orders are given!"

(Fellow countrymen! Wake up! Stop waiting for the protection of that false 'divine kingdom'! Stop obeying those cannibalistic commands!)

"The hand is full and the weapon is full! I am the one who joins the army! The whole army is in control! The warehouse is occupied and the food is taken back!"

(Grab anything around you that you can use as a weapon! Join us! Attack any commanders who dare to stand in your way! Seize the warehouses and take your rightful food!)

"The target is... "Chizuru no Tsui"! Break it! The parasites hidden in the ground are attracted by the parasites! The judgment is dropped and the justice is carried out by my own hand!"

(Target—'The Nest of a Thousand Cranes'! Break through it! Drag out those parasites hiding underground! Execute our own justice before judgment arrives!)

"The reason for survival! The reason for freedom! The reason for all the new things in Kyoto!"

(For survival! For freedom! For a true new Kyoto that belongs to all of us!)

"Action begins!!!"

The broadcast sounded like a raging fire igniting dry tinder, instantly setting off the long-suppressed resentment and will to survive within the settlement!

In the once deathly silent alley, sporadic roars began to emerge, followed by more and more echoes!

Ryuichi Miyamoto's angry yet compelling voice was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the long-suppressed powder keg of Kyoto!

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A second or two after the broadcast ended, only the monotonous and shrill background sound of the air raid siren remained in the gathering area.

Countless survivors, huddled in shacks and hiding in corners, still wore numbness and despair on their faces, yet their eyes involuntarily drifted toward the direction from which the sound came, their gazes gleaming with disbelief.

“A…Are wa…?” An old man leaning against the corner of the wall muttered to himself, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

"Central Core Faction...? Weapon..." (Central Core Faction...? Weapon...)

The maintenance worker, Matsumoto, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and ecstasy. He instinctively clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

But the inertia of fear is immense. Long-term oppression and the accumulated power of the "controlling army" still prevent most people from taking any rash actions.

However, the clarion call of revolution has been sounded, and the iron fist of suppression has followed!

At some key passageways, the control squads responsible for patrolling and suppressing the uninfiltrated or still loyal troops reacted immediately after a brief moment of surprise.

"They're rebels! Suppress them!"

A sergeant roared at the top of his lungs, raising his rifle and aiming it at a group of workers who had gathered together nearby, eager to make a move after hearing the broadcast.

"Surprise attack!"

boom! boom! boom!

Bullets flew mercilessly into the crowd! Blood splattered!

The two workers at the front fell to the ground with a thud, horrific bloody holes bursting from their chests. The glimmer of hope that had just risen in their eyes vanished in an instant.

“Stop! We’re just…” someone tried to explain, but he was met with cold bullets.

This bloody crackdown, instead of frightening everyone, was like a bucket of cold water, awakening something deeper—if you don't resist, you'll die now! If you resist, there might still be a glimmer of hope!

"Beasts! They will kill us!" (Assholes! They will really kill us!)

Matsumoto witnessed this scene, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot!

The long-suppressed humiliation, the torment of hunger, and the despair for the future were completely transformed into a raging fury at this moment!

He suddenly grabbed a sharpened iron crowbar leaning against the wall, used to pry open valves, and charged at the sergeant who had just fired, roaring like a mad beast!

"お前らに...ふんざつだ!" (You...bastards!)

The sergeant clearly hadn't expected anyone to dare charge straight at him, and hastily turned his gun around.

But Matsumoto was incredibly fast. He completely abandoned his defense, letting the sergeant's bullet graz his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood. With all his hatred, the iron bar in his hand plunged into the sergeant's abdomen with deadly precision!

"Ugh!" The sergeant let out a painful groan, looking down in disbelief at the iron rod embedded in his body.

Matsumoto's face was contorted with rage as he violently stirred the iron rod with both hands, causing warm blood and intestinal fluid to gush out and stain his hands red.

“Die! Die!” He roared madly until the sergeant collapsed limply.

This scene is like a signal!

"やった! Matsumoto Matsumoto!" (Good job! Matsumoto!)

"I'm going there too!" (We're going too!)

Seeing the sergeant, who usually acted arrogantly, being killed so bloodily, the beasts in the hearts of the people around them, who were still hesitant and fearful, were completely unleashed!

They grabbed anything they could use as a weapon—rusty steel pipes, dismantled chair legs, even metal mess kits—and, like a flood bursting its banks, surged toward the soldiers who were still trying to maintain order!

A young Commander-in-Chief soldier, seeing the surging, frenzied crowd, retreated in terror, his hand trembling as he lost his grip on his rifle.

"や, やめて! Order だから..." (S-stop! This is an order...)

His words were drowned out by roars as several crude weapons struck him simultaneously. He screamed and fell to the ground, instantly swallowed by the crowd.

A Central Nuclear Forces agent, dressed in a Control Army uniform with red markings on his cuffs, suddenly turned his gun around in the chaos and pulled the trigger on his comrade who was still firing at the crowd!

"Comrade! 遅かったぞ!" (Comrade! You're too late!)

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Haruko Ishida led a small team of workers who had just received their weapons, advancing along a narrow alleyway.

Just around the corner, we encountered a machine gun position that was putting up a stubborn resistance.

Bang bang bang bang bang————

Bullets rained down, and the two men at the front were instantly riddled with bullets, their blood staining the damp ground.

"くそ!" (Damn it!)

With red eyes, Haruko Ishida signaled to her men to flank from the side.

A worker braved a hail of bullets and lunged forward, smashing a homemade Molotov cocktail against the machine gun emplacement! Boom! Flames erupted, and the soldiers inside let out piercing screams.

In a slightly more open area, the rioting crowd engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with a small squad of government troops attempting to establish a defensive line.

Bullets whistled through the air, and people fell one after another after being hit.

A boy who looked to be only a teenager picked up the rifle of a dead soldier from the ground, clumsily pulled the bolt, and fired at the opposite side. The recoil almost made him fall, but his face had a twisted expression that was a mixture of fear and excitement.

Even when the situation seemed very favorable, not all resistance efforts succeeded.

In some streets, unorganized and unarmed civilians were shot in droves by well-equipped, well-positioned, and loyal soldiers. The piles of corpses became obstacles for subsequent attackers.

The blood flowed like a stream across the uneven ground, winding its way into dark red puddles.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder and decay created a nauseating atmosphere reminiscent of an apocalyptic battlefield.

The riots spread like wildfire, centered on the radio station and the seized armory, wildly reaching every corner of the settlement!