I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 179 The world is in chaos because there are too many people having fun.
That's why the media always loves to create sensational stories! Because they really do attract people.

Although Voice of Freedom's "live broadcast" on "American Civil War 2.0 (Mini Version)" was in the morning, this eye-catching topic still attracted tens of thousands of listeners immediately.

Is the South really headed for civil war?

"They've mobilized the army, doesn't that mean there's going to be a war!"

Why is the South always so chaotic?

"Hasn't the South always been this chaotic? Think about the newspaper reports: gangs blowing up entire neighborhoods during demolition campaigns, scammers posing as FBI agents to swindle people, and the expulsion of illegal immigrants that resulted in hundreds of European outlaws being blown to pieces..."

“This doesn’t make sense. The ‘demolition war’ is in New York, the scammers are in Seattle, and it’s not the same thing as the South we’re talking about.”

"New York and Seattle? Aren't they all south of Chicago? That's the South, and the South doesn't have the same friendly and simple atmosphere as Chicago!"

However, although……

"Fine, you're right, things are chaotic in the south. But didn't the radio say it's just a mini-civil war? It won't affect the north. We'll just watch it as a show!"

"Yes, just treat it like watching a show!"

For the people of the North (Chicago), far removed from the war, the conflict in Mississippi was more like a thrilling, yet irrelevant, live radio drama taking place in a distant land.

As these Chicagoans are discussing, Hoover's meticulously planned "secret raid," originally intended to eliminate the threat of armed Black people, has inevitably turned into a public spectacle under the watchful eyes of the entire nation, thanks to media involvement and the enthusiastic participation of the KKK.

But what could Hoover do now that things had come to this?
The arrow is already on the string; how can it not be released?
Even though they knew the Black armed forces on the other side were prepared, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Fortunately, although Colonel Maurice was as meticulous as a sieve when it came to "secrecy" work, he still demonstrated sufficient professionalism and composure when he entered the purely military field.

In order to give the enemy no more time to prepare, he decisively ordered that the bloated and noisy "auxiliary sightseeing group" behind him be ignored, and personally led the main force of the National Guard to march at full speed straight to the black armed camp that had been scouted and identified.

When the troops arrived at the pre-designated attack positions on the periphery, the enemy had already stopped all pre-battle construction work.

What unfolded before Colonel Morris and Hoover was a sizable field defensive line:

A hastily erected earthen mound stood like a dam at the front, and behind it, one could vaguely make out a series of winding trench lines.

The entire defensive line relied on the terrain and guarded the passages into the camp, appearing quite well-organized.

Colonel Morris raised his binoculars, carefully observing the enemy's position. Then, turning his head, he spoke with renewed confidence and professionalism to Hoover, whose face remained grim beside him:

"The other side's intentions are clear. They have abandoned mobility and evacuation, and have chosen to hold their ground."

"This shows that they had very little time to obtain intelligence about the raid; on the other hand, they probably still wanted to make use of their powerful projectile cannons."

"Look, this earthen rampart is designed to block our line of sight to direct fire and protect the artillery in the trenches behind it. I'm certain that a large number of those makeshift cannons must be buried in the trenches behind that rampart."

He put down his binoculars, a knowing smile spreading across his face: "Unfortunately, we are not unsuspecting Europeans."

Although the Mississippi National Guard consists of only one infantry regiment and lacks the heavy firepower of a field artillery brigade, the mortars equipped by the infantry regiment itself are sufficient to suppress the "toy cannons" of the Black armed forces.

"Furthermore, this time I have specifically reinforced the company's trench mortars to deal with their simple trench fortifications."

He concluded with a final, forceful punch: "We will use standard infantry assault tactics, first preparing fire with mortars to destroy their fortifications and inflict casualties on the greatest extent possible, especially suppressing and destroying their ridiculous 'launching cannons,' and then the infantry will launch an assault to take the position in one fell swoop."

Hoover's expression softened slightly.

Just then, the huge "spectator group" composed of KKK members and media reporters also followed in a chaotic manner.

They formed a noisy "spectator stand" a few hundred meters behind the National Guard's attack position.

Hoover's face remained grim.

However, by this time, Colonel Maurice was able to view these "burden-bearers" with great composure.

He even comforted Hoover, saying, "It's too late to be upset now. Besides, these guys are still somewhat useful."

What good are these guys? Hoover only felt they were making things worse.

Especially that guy codenamed "Sun"!

"Waving flags and shouting slogans is good; at least it can boost our morale!"

Hoover: ... Soon, Colonel Morris's order was issued.

Nearly thirty mortars of various calibers were quickly moved forward to the pre-designated firing positions. The gunners skillfully set up the gun mounts, calculated the parameters, opened the ammunition boxes, and took out the golden mortar shells.

"Target: trench area behind enemy earthen ramparts! Gun position number one, test fire one round!"

With a muffled "bang," a 37mm shell flew in a high arc towards the position behind the earthen rampart, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Exclamations seemed to come from the positions on the opposite bank.

The carefully selected, well-trained artillerymen ignored them. "Correct the parameters! All artillery, fire a salvo! Firing!"

"Tum! Tum! Tum!"

The dull yet powerful sounds of firing blended together, as if a death whistle was sounding in the sky. Large and small black dots followed graceful parabolas, precisely striking the thin defensive line.

"Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom—!"

Huge explosions rang out one after another, and clouds of dust mixed with fire and thick smoke shot into the sky.

In particular, the heavy mortar shells, with each one landing, caused shockwaves that tore the ground apart, sending mud, wood chips, and stones flying everywhere like a torrential rain.

Although the exact number of casualties behind the defensive line could not be seen, the newly built earthen ramparts were blasted open with large gaps, and the trenches behind them could be vaguely seen collapsing one after another in the violent explosions.

The roar of artillery fire drove the KKK members in the rear into a state of frenzy!
"Bomb! Bomb those black devils to death!"

"We're just taking advantage of you black guys being 'short' and unable to reach! What are you going to do about it? Come and fight us if you dare!"

"Hahaha! See that? This is the power of white people! This is American justice!"

"Glory to the KKK! Glory to America!"

They shouted at the top of their lungs, their distorted faces appearing particularly ferocious in the firelight and excitement.

In stark contrast to them were the media reporters.

After all, many of them had witnessed the "demolition-level" "ultimate explosion" of the New York mob, and many more had seen the massive explosions that wiped out European heroes. The lively but not particularly intense mortar barrage before them left them completely unmoved.

One reporter even muttered, "This isn't fair! They should let the 'giant cannons' inside do their job too, and have them fire at each other. That would be a really good show!"

What does Logan think?

Logan sat on the roof of the car and watched!
Logan arrived at the scene almost last, riding in a giant news van that had been refitted with a high-powered radio and a lookout tower.

But he didn't panic at all.

After the news van came to a stop, he nimbly climbed onto the raised observation deck on the roof, sat comfortably in a specially designed chair, with a fixed microphone and binoculars in front of him.

His elevated position allowed him to easily look over the "audience seats" in front of him and see the battlefield at the very front.

Instead of describing the shelling, he shared his thoughts: "Why do I say this is the American Civil War 2.0? It's because this scene gave me a strong sense of historical déjà vu."

"It seems that the early 'Civil War' was like this: one side's army would launch an attack on the other side amidst the cheers of the crowd."

"However, in the 1.0 era, the Battle of Manassas was fought with the Union army bringing spectators; today, it is the 'Southern army' that is participating in the battle with enthusiastic spectators!"

"Let's listen to what those spectators, singing and dancing, more excited than soldiers on the battlefield, are shouting? Oh, they're shouting—'Go ahead and hit me if you dare!'"

"Tsk tsk, the mentality and the scene are so similar!"

Finally, Logan let out a long, meaningful sigh, which traveled clearly across North America via radio waves:
"Alas, the reason why the world is in chaos is often not because there are too many bad people, but because there are too many people who want to have fun."

Many listeners who were engrossed in listening turned their heads to look at the radio when they heard Logan's last sentence, as if trying to see through the radio casing to the creature sitting on the other end of the station.

—Yes, you're not much of a comedian; you've just created a "Civil War 2.0" situation!

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(End of this chapter)