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

Chapter 181 The Northern Army's Raid, The Butcher's Declaration
When the first cannon shot, piercing the sky like tearing fabric, ripped through the Wakanda lines, Hoover knew something was wrong.

I knew it! I knew it!
The Bureau of Investigation's "surprise raids" never end well when they're broadcast live and become a public performance!

As more shells roared down on the National Guard's undefended mortar positions, Hoover, without a word, ordered the already pale-faced FBI agents around him: "Retreat! Immediately! All of you!"

He didn't look at Colonel Morris, who had just been so confident that "the advantage is on our side," nor did he pay attention to the artillery position that had become a living hell. He quickly climbed into the Bureau of Investigation vehicle.

The Bureau of Investigation convoy turned around and fled frantically along the route they had come from, escaping the now out-of-control killing field.

Unlike Hoover, who decisively slipped away, Colonel Morris, after the initial shock, was prevented from immediately abandoning his troops by his sense of responsibility and honor as a professional soldier.

He tried to regain his composure, shouting at the top of his lungs in an attempt to organize an effective retreat.

"Don't panic! Maintain formation! Take turns covering and retreat!"

However, his efforts were immediately crushed by the extended artillery fire from Wakanda.

After destroying the most threatening artillery positions, Wakanda's artillery fire extended to cover the National Guard's infantry assembly areas.

The National Guard infantrymen, who had been lined up in skirmish lines and were preparing to charge after the artillery barrage, were now exposed in the open with almost no decent cover.

“Swoosh—Boom!!”

The shells landed in the crowd, exploding not in the dirt, but in a crimson mist of blood!
The screams were drowned out by the explosions before they could even be heard, and the battlefield instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

How can flesh and blood withstand the combination of steel and potent medicine?
The National Guard soldiers are all peacetime reservists; they have never experienced such a bloody and desperate hellish scene.

Tactics, discipline, and honor are all insignificant in the face of the instinct for survival.

Soldiers who hadn't yet been hit by artillery fire dropped their rifles and ran backward like headless flies, wishing they had two more legs.

The collapsing soldiers, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed Colonel Maurice and his officers who were trying to maintain order. They were swept along by the terrified crowd, helplessly surging backward.

This overwhelming tide of defeat inevitably plunged the already terrified KKK members behind them into an even greater collapse!
A small group of KKK members, nearly driven to madness, howled like beasts and charged against the flow of people in a desperate, suicidal attack on the Wakanda positions, attempting to prove some illusory "purity."

But many more KKK members, terrified, just wanted to escape. When they saw someone blocking their way, they even instinctively raised their guns!

"Bang! Bang!"

Sporadic gunshots rang out among the white-clad crowd, triggering even greater panic and a rout, which then swept through the media reporters' convoy.

Deranged stragglers and KKK members stormed the media convoy, smashing windows and attempting to drag reporters out of the vehicles, hoping to seize them as their only means of transportation to escape their ordeal.

In an instant, camera equipment was overturned, reporters were roughly dragged out of their cars, vehicles were stolen, and the entire media area descended into chaos.

At this point, the giant Sun newspaper van, which was at the very back, temporarily became an "island" in the chaotic wave due to its enormous size and its position at the rear.

The reporters in the car were terrified when they saw the fleeing tide of soldiers ahead. They quickly told the driver to start the car and prepare to turn around and escape.

"It's too late!" Logan, who had already come down from the rooftop observation deck, stopped them.

He walked to the middle of the carriage, opened a hidden compartment, and took out several brand-new Thompson submachine guns and a large number of drum magazines!

"Here!" Logan tossed the submachine gun to the reporters who had received basic firearms training. "Guard the windows and doors! Don't let the soldiers storm our news van!"

Everyone was stunned. You actually carried so much weaponry in your car just to do a news story? Logan shrugged. "Who knows when we might need to be armed to protect press freedom? Like now!"

There was no time to ask any more questions. Some of the fleeing soldiers had already noticed this seemingly sturdiest "big guy" and rushed over with bloodshot eyes.

The reporters gritted their teeth and, following Logan's instructions, pulled the triggers through the car windows, aiming at the ground in front of the soldiers who were trying to rush up and seize the car!

The dense bullets struck the soil, kicking up plumes of dust.

The intense firepower did indeed have a deterrent effect. Seeing that this "tough nut" was difficult to crack, the disorderly soldiers turned their attention to other, easier targets.

At that moment, the shelling stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the "allied forces" outside had completely collapsed, Leo personally led a company of French black soldiers, all equipped with submachine guns, out to fight his way out.

They mercilessly annihilated the few remaining soldiers who put up a stubborn resistance with concentrated firepower; as for the majority of the routed soldiers who had lost their will to fight and were only concerned with escaping, they shouted: "Kneel down! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Upon seeing the menacing black soldiers charging out, the scattered soldiers broke down even faster, scattering in every possible direction.

Then Logan rummaged through drawers and found, from somewhere, the front page of The Sun that had once mourned "Black police officer hero Sanders," and a huge poster promoting Chicago's rising black sports star, Leon Jordan.

"Quick! Put the gun away! Cover the outside of the car with these newspapers!"

"We at The Sun are friends of Black people! Salute to the brave Black soldiers!"

The reporters in the car were utterly astonished. This is unbelievable! Boss, how many precautions did you take?!

But this trick really works!
When Leo led his troops to the conspicuous news van, he was momentarily stunned by the sight of the vehicle plastered with reports of "Black Heroes" and the cheers of the reporters. "We at The Sun have always been friends of Black people! Salute to the brave Black soldiers!"

Then he laughed and told the soldiers not to make things difficult for the Sun newspaper staff.

Of course, it wasn't simply because he "didn't want to make things difficult for his Black friends," but rather because Leo couldn't care less about the media reporters.

His gaze swept past the news van, landing on the fleeing soldiers who had already escaped far away, leaving only blurry silhouettes. A bolder idea formed in his mind.

He ordered some soldiers to guard the prisoners and wounded, while everyone else loaded weapons onto vehicles in the camp, as well as National Guard trucks that were stuck at the rear and hadn't been driven away by the fleeing soldiers, and even media vehicles.

"We'll follow those deserters on a raid! Create even greater panic among the white people!"

At this point, the members of The Sun newspaper, seeing that they were not being harassed, became bolder.

A reporter, with his hands raised, loudly "interviewed" Leo, who appeared to be a Black commander.

"Commander, in our previous broadcasts, we referred to this battle as 'American Civil War 2.0,' and compared you to the 'Union Army' of that era!"

"At this moment, as you have achieved this first decisive victory, is there anything you would like to say to the national audience?"

Leo chuckled upon hearing this. "American Civil War 2.0? You media guys really know how to play games!"
However, speaking of the Civil War, he happened to recall a certain butcher from the Civil War 1.0 era, and casually borrowed his manifesto—

"Tell all who try to stop us: We must clear and destroy all obstacles, kill every enemy soldier and destroy everything in our path whenever we deem it necessary..."

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(End of this chapter)