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

Chapter 49, Section 10: Damn it, refund the money!

After the US military's first wave of attacks failed and they were forced to retreat, they were not met with sympathy and assistance, but with a deafening chorus of boos.

The crowd watching from the perimeter was quite far from the battlefield to avoid being hurt by stray bullets. Apart from a few people holding binoculars on higher ground, the others had no idea what had happened.

They only saw the American troops attacking from afar, the defending troops opening fire, and the Americans returning fire with fierce firepower, making quite a scene... and then they retreated after a short while.

Whistles, mocking screams, and deafening boos filled the air.

"What the hell?! We've been kicked out like that?"

"I'm holding you hostage for half an hour to settle this! My money!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless cowards in military uniforms! Go back to the barracks and suckle!"

Those most "patriotic" gamblers instantly changed their tune. Their previous welcome and expectations of a "sweep by the US military" vanished, replaced by naked anger and contempt at the prospect of losing money.

Over the radio, Logan revealed the answer: "Listeners! Listeners! It was a sniper! A sniper thwarted the first wave of the American offensive!"

"But we see the commander is working hard to regroup the troops! Don't panic! It's nothing serious! This is a technical adjustment! Yes, a technical adjustment!"

"The commander is clearly probing the enemy's firepower! The war has only just begun!"

On the edge of the battlefield, Colonel William's face was ashen.

When he saw his brothers who had charged in fall one by one, only one thought came to his mind: Damn it, it's a sniper!
That last burst involved at least twenty or thirty snipers firing simultaneously! That means there were at least thirty snipers inside.

The number terrified him the moment it popped into his mind.

Colonel Wilhelm had participated in the European War. Although the war ended before he could face the German army directly, he had heard of the reputation of German snipers!

In the initial stages of the war, German snipers accounted for almost all the victories on the battlefield!

At the time, the Allied forces on the battlefield were terrified by the appearance of German snipers, because if you were spotted by a German sniper the next second, you might lose your life.

The most terrifying aspect of snipers is not the troop losses they cause, but their greatest impact on morale and the psychological pressure they exert on soldiers.

And if he remembered correctly, the majority of them were former German soldiers!
Colonel Wilhelm frantically sent telegrams to the rear, demanding that more information be immediately verified with the German government.

But what to do now?
What is the nemesis of a sniper?
It's very simple, the optimal solution is to bombard him with cannons!

However, he did not have cannons.

If there's a sniper, sniping against sniper would be a good option.

The problem is that the U.S. Army has never actually launched a formal sniper training program, let alone the troops it has brought in now, which don't have a single proper sniper!

This intelligence is utter garbage!

Colonel William wanted to curse, but he gritted his teeth and decided to try a roundabout approach to find other entry points or weaknesses!

Over the loudspeaker, Logan's tone became passionate again: "Great! We can see that the American forces have launched another attack! This time, two squads have gone up to outflank us from the left and right flanks!"

"Heavy machine gun fire suppression! Leap forward and charge! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Oh My God!"

"Damn it! Snipers on both flanks! The soldiers have become sniper targets! The exact same scenario! The US military is collapsing! The second wave of the US offensive has ended in a crushing defeat!"

"It's over! It's all over! The other side is full of snipers! It's over!"

To all the listeners in front of the radio: ? ? ?

Damn it, you just said the US military was invincible, and the next second they were running away in panic; you just said the war had just begun, and the next second it was all over... What a terrible gaming experience! I want to complain!

Colonel William at the front had no interest in listening to any of that nonsense on the radio; he closed his eyes in despair.

There are at least seventy snipers inside!
Intelligence from the rear confirmed this: Germany finally replied to the Americans at a leisurely pace that most of the "Hans" appearing in the documentary had served as snipers in the German army!
This war is unwinnable!

Colonel William had considered the possibility of hidden heavy firepower on the other side, but he never imagined that they were all snipers!
With the sniper holding an absolute advantage in terrain and defense, if the fighting continued, his entire battalion would be wiped out here.

Which bastard got the Chicago mob to hire this sniper?

(Logan: Sorry, I haven't told anyone, but among the weapons I later gave to the Mafia, there was a batch of Springfield rifles equipped with Warner Sweesey scopes. They were meant for sniper use. Al Capone will have to recruit snipers like crazy!)

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

The immense humiliation and sense of responsibility as commander ultimately led Colonel William to make his decision.

However, when all the American troops were about to withdraw from the battlefield, the spectators on the periphery went wild!
If the boos just now carried a hint of anticipation, now they are pure rage!
"Retreat?! You fucking retreat?!"

"No refunds allowed! I've placed a huge bet!"

"Don't retreat! Keep fighting! We must fight to the last man! That's what a ring battle is all about!"

The crowd is furious!
The gamblers' anger erupted completely. They pushed aside the police maintaining order, broke through the roadblocks, and tried to stop the soldiers who wanted to retreat.

If you had to describe the feelings of gamblers in one sentence, it would probably be: "Damn it, give me my money back!"
The emotions quickly infected the entire crowd, and the insults and boos escalated into pushing and shoving. The crowd threw a barrage of debris at the retreating American soldiers, and some even tried to seize the soldiers' weapons, shouting, "You don't dare to fight, give me your guns, I'll go up there!"

The wealthy socialites in the tiered spectator stands were also extremely dissatisfied. They had a clearer view and were even more enthusiastic, particularly annoyed by the American troops' half-hearted retreat. "Fight! Keep fighting! This is nothing! It'll be much more interesting when they're fighting to the point of bayonet charges!"

When they saw that the people were not making way for the American troops, they threw exquisite wine glasses, expensive silk handkerchiefs, and even diamond-encrusted cigarette cases from high places to support them!
Logan hadn't expected this twist: "Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! American soldiers are surrounded by angry mobs and can't advance or retreat! I saw soldiers raise their guns and point them at their unarmed compatriots! This is bad! Is the US military about to open a second front?"

Logan also noticed that the Chicago police officers, instead of stopping the conflict, were quickly "squeezed" to the back of the crowd, demonstrating their skillful ability to stay away from danger!

The gamblers who were about to smash the radio sat down again: This drama is full of twists and turns, it's so exciting!
Just as an even more absurd farce of "US military versus civilians" was about to erupt, a large loudspeaker was projected from the direction of the arena warehouse.

A voice with a thick Italian accent rang out through the block: "Quiet! Quiet! Dear Chicago friends! To celebrate getting one step closer to freedom! To thank you all for your support! We've decided—in ten minutes, we'll be giving away the first wave of 'Victory Wine' for free! Everyone gets a share!"

As if by magic, the boiling crowd fell silent for a second, then erupted into an even greater clamor—a clamor of ecstasy.

The money I lost can't be refunded, but at least I can drink some free alcohol!

It would be even more satisfying to drink in front of those spineless "prohibited" soldiers!

The crowd, who had just wanted to strangle the American soldiers, spat at them and dispersed like a receding tide, rushing towards the warehouse to collect their drinks!

The American troops, enduring unprecedented humiliation, carried their dead and wounded comrades away from the battlefield that had haunted their nightmares, amidst the "farewells" of the gamblers who gave them the middle finger.

On the radio, Logan's voice carried a hint of lingering excitement: "Wow! That was a close call! It almost broke out into a conflict between American soldiers and civilians! Thank goodness it didn't..."

Listeners in front of the radio: ...

Young man, don't think I can't hear the regret in your voice. You're in danger!

So why didn't a bigger conflict break out?
Damn, I'm so angry!

Logan withdrew his regretful tone and concluded, "Ladies and gentlemen! Unbelievable! But it's true! Freedom has triumphed over might! The score is 1-0 for now!"

"But I firmly believe that the mighty U.S. military will not give up so easily! This battle of convictions is far from over!"

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(End of this chapter)