Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

However, for ordinary people, it was ultimately just a hastily assembled group.

Most of them were starving, and most of them just shouted a few words.

They have neither received systematic training nor possess basic tactical skills.

Even more deadly was the extreme shortage of firearms and ammunition.

If the bullets are divided among tens of thousands of people, it would be considered lucky if each person got to touch one bullet.

Most people were clutching rusty iron bars, kitchen knives, or steel bars salvaged from the ruins.

boom!

Boom!

boom!

The continuous gunfire ripped through the deep night.

The Li family's forces relied on armored vehicles and high ground firepower for suppression, while the Youth Army surged out of the streets, broken walls, and abandoned shops like a tide.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly. In the firelight, figures crisscrossed, and screams and roars mingled.

The well-equipped and well-trained individual forces, facing off against the unarmed and hastily assembled civilians, almost overwhelmingly crushed them.

The casualty ratios on both sides were extremely disparate; often, it took more than a dozen young soldiers to take down one or two enemy soldiers.

Even so, not a single ordinary person retreated.

Blood stained the streets, and corpses littered the alleyways, yet they charged forward with even greater frenzy.

Human beings are instinctively afraid, but when fear is pushed to its limit, it can unleash a kind of almost manic fearlessness.

The extreme cold has killed countless people, the granaries are empty, and zombies still roam the outskirts of the city... Every rule in this apocalypse is deadly.

Retreat? Retreat means death.

Only by fighting to the death might there be a glimmer of hope.

Who wouldn't yearn to grasp this slim hope?

"Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine through history!"

"Let's fight them!"

Slogans roared in the flames, and faith burned in pools of blood.

Initially, the local army of several thousand men advanced with unstoppable momentum, falling in droves under machine gun fire.

But as more and more civilians fearlessly rushed towards the gun barrels, using their bodies to block bullets and their lives to buy time, the battle began to subtly shift.

Even as they fell, some soldiers clung tightly to the legs of enemy soldiers.

Someone lit a gasoline bottle and ran under the armored vehicle.

Another boy stuffed the last grenade into his clothes and perished with the enemy.

This kind of madness, risking one's life for another, chilled even seasoned soldiers to the bone.

……

Inside the office, the heavy curtains were drawn, and the lights were dim.

The secretary stumbled in, her face ashen.

"This is terrible! More and more people are rebelling, and Huabei is out of control! Even the Third Battalion has defected!"

Li Wuyan suddenly stood up, his cigar falling onto the carpet, the embers still burning.

His brows furrowed, and a hint of violence flashed in his eyes.

"These worthless bastards have the energy to fight amongst themselves instead of dealing with Yanxia."

He walked to the window and said coldly.

"Since they're courting death, then don't blame us for being ruthless. We'll use missiles directly."

"Guided...missile?" The secretary's voice trembled, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Isn't this...isn't this going too far?"

Li Wuyan sneered, turned around and picked up the encrypted phone.

"What does this have to do with us? I've already taken care of everything else. The private jet can take off within two hours."

"These strawberry soldiers and the civilians who are like rotten mud, they're dead, so what? Anyway... we won't be here any longer."

……

Deep in the alley, two wounded young men helped each other up and hid among the broken walls and ruins.

One of them was shot in the leg, his trousers soaked in blood, his face was deathly pale, and he was breathing rapidly like a bellows.

"Are we all going to die here today?" he asked weakly, his eyes unfocused.

"Don't talk nonsense! There's still a long way to go!" The other person hurriedly tore off a piece of their clothing to bandage him, tears mixed with blood rolling down their face.

"That beast Li Wuyan... he actually dared to shoot at us! He hasn't treated us like human beings for a long time!"

The injured young man gave a bitter smile, his voice weak but clear.

"I told you he wasn't a good person, but you wouldn't believe me." He looked up at the dark night sky, as if searching for a familiar star.

"Actually... we should have been more clear-headed and shouldn't have trusted that guy in the first place."

"If we had known this would happen, maybe we would have enough to eat and a comfortable place to live, with running water and electricity..."

"Stop talking!" his companion interrupted, choking back tears, his voice filled with desperate anger.

"At a time like this, don't waste your energy talking. You're injured like this, or you'll bleed to death."

Even so, a deep wavering appeared in his eyes.

After the end of the world arrived, people like Li Wuyan started to deceive people in all sorts of ways, saying all sorts of humble things.

Now that he holds great power, he doesn't hesitate to frantically plunder all kinds of resources.

Trust had long since collapsed amidst hunger, lies, and betrayal.

……

Centered on the battlefield, the uprising of tens of thousands of people spread like wildfire.

People shouted slogans and brandished sticks, kitchen knives, and even stones as they charged toward the armed Li forces.

The mother knelt at home, holding her child, and begged for food.

An old man holding a wooden sign that pleaded for our lives was shot down.

The boys stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a human wall to try and block their way.

But most people are unarmed, and what they often face is just a cold bullet.

A frenzied assault!

Absolute suppression!

Utter despair!

In this darkest hour, some began to pray in hushed tones, their voices trembling yet filled with hope.

"Why haven't the rescuers arrived yet?"

“Help!!”

"Waaah... Doctor, doctor, doctor!!"

"..."

"Does anyone have any food? My child hasn't eaten for three days and is dying..."

"Doctor! Is there a doctor?! My sister is about to go into shock from blood loss!"

Cries for help rose and fell, but were drowned out by gunfire and wails, and no one answered.

Just as the entire island was sliding into the abyss.

call out!

call out!

Whoosh!

Hundreds of flares suddenly shot into the sky, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of precision-guided missiles streaked across the sky like thunderbolts, accurately striking the government forces' command center, ammunition depot, and armored assembly area.

The explosions were deafening, flames shot into the sky, military facilities were reduced to ruins in the flames, and thick smoke billowed into the clouds.

Two hours later, a disciplined and well-equipped army quietly entered the city.

They wore dark blue or dark green camouflage uniforms, their eyes resolute beneath their helmets.

The operation was swift and orderly, quickly bringing control of key locations such as hospitals, grain depots, and hydroelectric power stations.

The people along the way were filled with doubt and surprise, but they saw soldiers in protective suits taking the initiative to distribute compressed biscuits and water purification tablets, and bandage the wounded to stop the bleeding.

The commander at the head of the group, wearing a protective suit, stood in the center of the city square.

He looked around and shouted through a megaphone.

"Starting today!"

"This area is now under the control of the Yanxia (Scorching Summer) troops!"

In the crowd, someone slowly knelt down, tears streaming down their face.

Someone hugged the child tightly in their arms and murmured, "Finally...it's here."