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

Chapter 180 Oh no, I, Logan, am going to be taken prisoner!
Behind the trench lines shrouded in smoke and dust, Leo put down his binoculars, a slight smile playing on his lips.

it's time!

He waved his hand, and the artillerymen from the French Black Legion moved into action quickly and in an orderly fashion.

They tore down the huge camouflage netting covering the gun positions and uncovered the bunkers made of branches and mud.

Immediately, twenty-four well-maintained 75mm field guns, painted in the standard French grey-green paint, neatly revealed their long barrels.

The cannon barrels pointed diagonally to the sky, the cannon bodies were polished to a gleaming shine, and the cannon wheels were deeply embedded in the pre-constructed trenches. The entire artillery formation was neat and uniform, full of a powerful aesthetic and a deadly deterrent of the industrial age.

The ammunition boxes were quickly opened, and the brass-cased fixed shells were skillfully passed and loaded by the gunners.

Wakanda is finally going to use its trump card!

After acquiring these cannons, the Wakanda people preferred to use the more dangerous "Heartless Cannons" rather than expose them, all for this very moment.

They were simply waiting for an opportunity, wanting to prove themselves, not to show anyone how great they were; but to tell others that they would definitely get back what they had lost...

Uh, sorry, wrong channel.

"We need to wait for an opportunity to inflict a painful blow on the white people's regular military forces!"

During his pre-battle pep talk, Hughie said, "How much pain?"

"It should hurt so much that their fingers would tremble uncontrollably every time they drew arrows on a map in the office to encircle and suppress us!"

"If it doesn't work the first time, try again!"

"Until the pain becomes so intense that every time they have the thought of eliminating us, fear and regret will uncontrollably arise in their minds!"

Although he never considered himself a member of the mob, Hughie had a certain understanding similar to that of the American mobsters—

Only by demonstrating violence that their opponents cannot withstand, turning each attack into a wound that is difficult for them to heal, can Wakanda break the death cycle of "resistance-suppression-resistance-suppression" and fight for their ultimate right to survival.

Hughie needs this "battle" to convey that every campaign against Wakanda will not be an easy counterinsurgency war, but a regular military conflict that will come at a heavy blood cost.

To this end, they first continuously contracted their lines and concentrated their forces; they had superior equipment, but chose not to use it; they received intelligence of a "secret raid" early on, but did not withdraw; they did not intend to fight trench warfare, but still wasted their efforts on large-scale construction projects...

Then, the National Guard's artillery positions were delivered to their doorsteps without their knowledge, and the National Guard's infantry entered the range of the 75mm field guns without their knowledge either.

That's a range that even the "heartless cannon" couldn't reach.

Leo's goal this time is not only to defeat them, but to cripple them, and to capture as many of the opposing "coalition" forces, composed of the National Guard and the KKK, as possible!
So, it's time.

The primary target, without a doubt, is the enemy's artillery position, which is currently roaring wildly!
Almost at the same time the Wakanda artillery positions were removed from their camouflage, an observer on an aircraft that had been circling the battlefield, acting as the "eyes in the sky" for the Voice of Freedom, captured this breathtaking scene through a high-powered telescope.

He immediately grabbed the radio microphone specially installed in the cabin and yelled at the news van on the ground in a distorted voice:
"News van! News van! Major discovery! Behind the Union Army's positions... My God, they've hidden artillery! Regular artillery! Lots of it!"

"They are removing their camouflage and preparing to fire!"

The signal was clearly transmitted back to the news van, converted from a bus, on the ground. Logan, on the roof, received the message and exclaimed in a voice as if he had discovered a new continent:
"Oh my God! Listeners! Unbelievable! What have our planes discovered?! They've discovered the Union's deadly fangs that they've been hiding all this time—cannons!"

"It's not the kind of simple projectile cannon analyzed in the newspapers; it's a regular cannon, something that has never been seen before!"

"This completely overturns all our previous understanding! We're doomed! We're doomed! The 'Southern Army' is in trouble! Are they listening to the radio?"

"Children, run away!"

However, it was too late, everything was too late!

Logan's voice was still echoing on the radio when a sharper, more intense barrage of artillery fire tore through the air above the battlefield!
That was the sound of twenty-four French 75mm cannons roaring simultaneously!
Unlike mortar shells, which have a curved trajectory and relatively slow speed, 75mm field gun shells have extremely high muzzle velocities and fly with a heart-stopping whistling sound!

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The first salvo of shells flew over the battered earthen trench and landed with perfect accuracy on the National Guard's exposed mortar positions!

The massive fireball, carrying deadly pre-formed shrapnel and a violent shockwave, instantly tore several light mortars and their mortar crews to shreds!

The National Guard artillerymen had no time to react effectively. One second they were calmly loading and firing according to the manual, enjoying the sense of security of "I'll take advantage of your weakness"; the next second, they were completely covered and engulfed by the sudden counter-fire!
The rate of fire of the 75mm gun is astonishing; as soon as one volley of shells lands, another volley arrives!

The National Guard's neatly stacked ammunition boxes were directly hit, triggering a catastrophic secondary explosion!

"Boom!!!"

An even more earth-shattering explosion occurred!

It was as if a giant powder keg had been ignited; the entire National Guard mortar position was completely engulfed by a massive, ever-expanding, orange-red fireball! The intense heat even caused the "spectators" on the perimeter to feel a burning sensation on their faces!

The scene finally became incredibly "spectacular"!

Its ferocity and brutality even surpassed the fireworks created by the previous "heartless cannon," and it was even more ferocious and prolonged because it detonated more and more powerful standard ammunition!

However, none of the "audience" behind them cheered.

Especially the KKK members, who were waving flags and shouting wildly just a second ago, now seemed to have their throats grabbed by the neck, and all their voices came to an abrupt halt!

Their wild laughter, their excitement, their flag-waving arms—all froze.

One second they were still immersed in the fanatical fantasy of "white military superiority," and the next second, the more intense artillery fire from the "nigger" positions was like an invisible hammer, shattering their racist dreams.

How could this be? How could this happen?
The script shouldn't be like this!
Shouldn't we just watch the black guys wail in the gunfire and then rush in to easily reap the victory?

Are they having an absurd, terrifying nightmare?
Black guy... How could a black guy possess... such terrifying firepower?

The immense cognitive shock and psychological gap left their minds almost completely blank, with only boundless fear spreading wildly.

Even the reporters were stunned by Wakanda's hidden power.

At this moment of shock, only Logan showed the composure to remain calm even as the Appalachian Mountains collapsed before him.

He sat steadily on the roof of the vehicle, even adjusting the angle of the microphone to ensure his voice remained clear amidst the background noise of gunfire.
“Listeners, I have to exclaim in amazement!” His tone was filled with a sense of discovery, “History doesn’t simply repeat itself, but it always rhymes in a surprising way!”

"The side that receives cheers from the audience and brings along a 'cheerleader' seems destined not to receive God's cheers."

"The last time we fought the Battle of Manassas, the Union army led the crowds to a crushing defeat and capture; today, history has cleverly reversed roles, with the Confederate army now receiving the cheers, and the result..."

Then, as if belatedly realizing something was wrong, he exclaimed, "Oh no, am I, Logan, going to be taken prisoner too?!"

The audience, whose brains were still processing the overload of information, were almost bursting out laughing at this witty remark!

That's right, following the script of Civil War 1.0, this guy is live-streaming his own capture!
Haha, kid, run!

Then they heard Logan say in an incredibly sincere tone, "Even if I'm about to be captured, I, Logan, as a journalist with a conscience, still have to tell the truth I've observed!"

"The armed groups inside—whatever they're labeled as—they really love America!"

"???"

"Look at the power they're displaying now, and then look at the crude weapons they used when they dealt with the Europeans before. What does this tell us?"

Logan spoke in an almost aria-like tone:

"This shows how much they disdain the Europeans, and have no interest in even using their real skills! But they treat our American army with such great respect, giving it the highest level of attention and hospitality!"

"He really made me cry to death!"

Countless listeners in front of the radio fell into an eerie silence, a silence that was both laughable and frustrating.

After a moment of silence, the same thought came to everyone's mind:
It's clear that he's unlikely to escape.

Your Excellency, who is about to be captured, has a very strong will to survive!

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(End of this chapter)