Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

"I'm injured."

"where?"

"My fucking hand is ruined!" Dennis said, raising his injured hand.

"Oh, damn it, your hand is ruined," the medic said.

Mois quickly found the first-aid kit in the trunk and jumped out of the battered SUV.

Only then did he realize that the car was still rolling forward, but there was no driver: John Danny was gone.

Almost every "human" soldier is affected by adrenaline during combat, but the effect varies from person to person.

When the body releases adrenaline, it compresses the trachea and blood vessels, increases heart rate, narrows the field of vision, relaxes the bladder, and stimulates the nervous system to enter a state of excitement.

Adrenaline, a magical chemical, fascinates many people, leading some to fall in love with extreme sports, motorcycling, and other activities that challenge their limits.

After leaving the battlefield, many soldiers also seek thrills for this reason.

For some, the adrenaline rush—driven by their primal urges for pleasure—can quickly turn into cowardice and timidity.

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But for others, it can sharpen their thinking and boost their courage.

John is the kind of berserker who becomes incredibly energetic and full of fighting spirit the moment adrenaline kicks in.

Mois found him standing behind the car, gripping the rear bumper tightly with both hands.

“Doctor, I jumped out,” John explained.

He was under the influence of adrenaline and had also suffered a head injury, so he did not realize that his behavior was inappropriate.

“No, you bastard,” Mois yelled, “Get in the car and stop it right now, it’s going to roll into the sea.”

“Oh, okay,” John said, quickly returning to normal.

He climbed into the car, stepped on the brake, pulled the handbrake, then rushed to the back of the car, opened the trunk, grabbed his M16A4 rifle, and ran to the roadside to stand guard.

At the same time, Mois opened the right rear door, pulled Dennis out of the car, and made him lie on the ground against the car.

Bang, bang bang bang...

John opened fire; he was now consumed by murderous intent. This was a roadside IED (improvised explosive device).

Have all the Japanese turned into terrorists?!

With this thought in mind, along with the stinging pain on his forehead and throughout his body, he became ruthless in his attack.

Would ELID infected people plant bombs? Obviously, their brains, burned by the collapse radiation, wouldn't be able to support them in doing such delicate work.

The doctor began treating Dennis's injury. He first applied a tourniquet to Dennis's forearm, then tore off his sleeve to check the arteries and assess the injury.

“Ouch—damn it.” He said, looking at his injured hand.

Dennis asked firmly, "Tell me honestly how badly I'm hurt. I need to know if I'm going to die."

“You won’t die,” Mois reassured him. But in reality, he wasn’t sure either. Something had pierced Dennis’s hand and arm, and the wounds were bleeding profusely.

The problem with his fingers wasn't the most urgent. For Dennis, the cracks in his arm were the most important thing.

Mois untied the tourniquet from his forearm, re-tied it near his shoulder, stuffed gauze into the wound, and bandaged it with a sterile bandage.

“You’re safe for now,” he said.

Is there any hope for my finger?

"We'll handle it for you right away. The facility is nearby, and the replantation surgery can be performed within 6 hours. There shouldn't be any functional problems."

After receiving a positive response, Dennis calmed down. He took out his phone and called the base's duty room to report the fact that he had encountered an IED and a refugee attack on his way back.

John suddenly felt a wetness on his back, and his right leg began to twitch.

“Lieutenant Mois, am I bleeding?” he asked.

Moyes glanced up and saw that John's vest was indeed bleeding. He pulled up John Danny's shirt and saw a metal plate stuck in his right ribcage.

"Yes, you're injured. There's a metal plate stuck in your back. Stay in that position and don't move."

"clear."

John continued firing, aimlessly, but that was the effect he wanted. Fire, fire, fire on anyone who got too close, just to drive back the refugees who were going crazy.

They've all come to the air force base to carry out attacks, so the situation in those cities and rural areas is probably not good either.

As he thought this, the scope caught up with a disheveled, tattered target.

Bang! The man fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then fell silent.

"When will the reinforcements arrive?" John asked Dennis.

"Not yet, they've already set off," Dennis replied. They had no cover, one killed, two wounded, and only a newly assigned medic remained. They had no choice but to hold their ground and wait for reinforcements.

Mois, squatting by the car, was considering how to treat Dennis's finger injury. After thinking it over, he figured that since the bleeding had stopped, giving him an injection of morphine would be the best course of action.

Then he unwrapped the second roll of sterile bandage and wrapped it around Dennis's hand, including his fingers.

When the support team arrived, John looked at Dennis, who was surrounded by medical staff, and whispered to Moisés, "Can his hand be saved?"

“No,” Mois replied curtly, adding that amputation below the elbow might be necessary.

……

At 17:41 in the afternoon, Raphael broke free from the depths of his mind and emerged from the world of nothingness and dreams.

The long-lost feeling of relaxation made her roll over twice in bed, and then "thump," she fell to the floor with the blanket on.

"It hurts~!"

She sat up with a yawn. This wasn't her home in Kyoto; the soft, large bed was long gone.

"Oh, you're awake."

Lingyin took out her phone and snapped a bunch of photos of Raphael getting up.

"What are you filming now?!"

"No, I'm just recording my life," she argued.

"Don't send this out, understand?"

"clear."

Raphael didn't bother to pursue the matter further. If she saw the photos online, he would make the girl pay a heavy price. For example, he would lock her away in her mind to reflect on her mistakes and never release her until she realized them.

"Hmm, what's going on outside? It's so noisy!"

Raphael saw from afar that the Hummer convoy braked suddenly in front of the hospital and unloaded three stretchers.

It looks like someone is injured?

"Oh... this, the soldiers who went out today encountered an IED attack."

"Who did it?" Raphael asked.

"They are said to be refugees from the Japanese mainland who fled the control of the Provisional Government of Japan..."

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 160 The Cruel Blockade

According to well-informed sources in the dormitory, the conflict on Okinawa's main island didn't erupt suddenly. Raphael was unaware of recent events precisely because he was in hibernation reviewing redundant data. Other, more astute individuals already knew what was to come.

They reached a conclusion and took corresponding actions.

The conflict between Okinawa's local residents and the refugees they are receiving did not begin today, but so far, everything has remained within reasonable bounds.

Many issues are usually resolved through the courts or similar channels.

Thankfully, the security situation in most areas is still relatively good. But recently, some people gritted their teeth and decided to take the plunge.

The base was reluctant to discuss the incident, but their attitude changed after the casualties. A security no-go zone was established; anyone without permission entering the designated entrance was met only with scalding, yet chilling, bullets.

At first, the conflict wasn't very obvious, but after the sound of sirens rose and fell on the streets outside, the people living behind the walls and barbed wire belatedly realized that the problem was really serious.

The base commander promptly updated the orders, authorizing the armed forces guarding the airport to hunt down homeless people without identification.

Unless ordered to abandon the airport, he has to ensure its safety, its absolute safety.

The provisional government of Japan sent people to negotiate, trying to stop this horrifying order—because Colonel Howard had granted the right to fire freely, and the power to decide whether to fire was completely delegated to the soldiers patrolling the perimeter.

This means that if patrolling soldiers don't like someone, they can shoot them to death without being held accountable.

But he made a resolute decision, decisive and without any hesitation.

Somehow, a conflict broke out between local police and patrolling soldiers.

This escalated into a fierce standoff. As a result, the city government fled in disarray, announcing its complete abandonment of security in the area surrounding Kadena.

At this point, accidents begin to occur. Everyone in this vacuum is stubborn and unwilling to compromise. In most cases, opportunists quickly seize the opportunity to make money, enriching themselves at the expense of others' misfortune, while the chosen unfortunate victims perish on the spot.

All police efforts to prevent this were in vain. Some criminals were arrested, others shot, but this had no impact on the overall situation. Most law enforcement was focused on controlling the refugee camps, and there weren't enough officers on the streets to quell the sudden surge of violence.

The whole situation is completely out of control.

On the third day of the gunfight, utter chaos began to engulf the island. Furthermore, most of what happened defied logic—inexplicable shootings, the deaths of completely innocent civilians, the unprovoked attacks on police stations by unknown assailants, and other similar phenomena.

As a result, on the fourth day, Okinawa Island found itself in a completely inexplicable and bizarre situation. The authorities took no further action, most municipal services ceased operation, and anarchist groups roamed the streets, engaging in wanton vandalism, looting, and arson.

The Self-Defense Forces arrived quickly, but instead of entering the city directly to restore order with an iron fist, they began setting up roadblocks on the city's main roads and even on forest trails.

This action... they intend to contain the rioting groups within the city.

Self-Defense Force convoys are frequently seen on city streets, evacuating residents from buildings that have not yet been affected. There are rumors that Self-Defense Force personnel have released some kind of radioactive poison in the city.

The next rumor was that they had planted large amounts of slow-acting poison in the underground pipes in an attempt to cause the residents to die slowly.

No one knew which rumors were true and which were false, but from that moment on, those who remained in the city faced death. They were trapped inside, scrambling for what little food they had left, and even their water supply was cut off.

At this point, they still didn't know what had happened.

So, out of goodwill, the provisional government issued a statement through radio, broadcasting, public television, and cable television systems, giving those who remained in the city both hope and despair.

Hopefully, registered local residents will receive assistance, and the Self-Defense Forces will continue to help them evacuate;

Despair is when those who join violent groups are completely ostracized, just like those refugees who were initially accepted but chose to rebel; they either die fighting for the remaining resources or starve to death.

"So, Raphael, what role do we play in this?"

Lingyin sat in the passenger seat of the Hummer, a lollipop in her mouth, her HK416 lying beside her, looking completely prepared.