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The original sniper rifle had taken out military officers, and the ordinary soldiers didn’t seem to care much. To them, these were just regular people, and in their minds, their own lives might not even be worth as much as a bullet from a sniper rifle.
However, when the machine gun fire began, it didn’t matter how poor the accuracy was; they were genuinely terrified, trembling in fear. The area next to the tank became the most sought-after refuge, as it was the only place where they felt relatively safe from life-threatening danger. They huddled behind the tank for cover.
That disabled tank had become a treasure to everyone. Almost a dozen people squeezed into the driver’s compartment, where they felt secure—at least until they realized that once inside, there was no room left. The compartment was filled with an unbearable stench of sweaty feet. With so many bodies crammed together, getting out would require someone’s help—or perhaps even sacrificing a few just to make space.
The situation was dire. Their demands were not particularly strict; in South Goryeo, the obsession with foreign cultures was stronger than anywhere else. Whenever tourists arrived, tour guides and low-level officials alike would light up with excitement, hoping to forge connections that could lead to marrying into a rural family or finding a bride from Huaxia Nation and quickly immigrating.
They yearned for the lifestyle that lay beyond their borders.
The tour guides had been to Huaxia Nation across the water, which they regarded as a sacred land. The soldiers had long dreamed of crossing over themselves. They had witnessed many things; smuggling operations thrived along the border. South Korea boasted an abundance of specialties—ginseng, sea cucumbers, copper ore, and even drugs! Those involved in smuggling were often wealthy individuals who spent lavishly, leaving the Mudbugs enviously watching their superiors rake in fortunes while they barely scraped by with scraps.
Under such circumstances, they held only a 10% willingness to fight back against the advancing forces. But now, fear gripped them all.
The enemy numbers might not have been overwhelming. Yet the thermal power was formidable; within less than half an hour, nearly all the officers had perished. The sniper's aim was precise, and they had no idea how he identified his targets so accurately.
They would never know that Zheng Yifan controlled the Avatar of the Believers using coordinates provided by Eve’s satellite system to pinpoint their positions.
There were plenty of reference points on the bridge; using these seemingly auspicious markers as bases made it easy to locate sniper targets.
By this point in the battle, their fighting spirit had evaporated. Everyone was searching for someone who could speak Mandarin.
Minutes later, a fellow soldier shakily raised a megaphone and shouted loudly.
“Please don’t kill us! We beg you, spare our lives!” His voice trembled with desperation, tears evident as two men beside him pressed guns against his head while others around them fell victim to stray bullets.
They could tell that the enemy's machine gun fire was indiscriminate, sweeping across the bridge without specific targets—just firing at anything in sight.
After his plea, the frequency of gunfire began to decrease. These were merely low-ranking soldiers; they could still be rounded up slowly. They weren’t considered important personnel but could serve as cheap labor in the future.
These people longed for a better life.
The planned economy was still in effect in their country, to the extent that even the Japanese people needed approval from the national leader to eat a fish during the New Year. Such a situation was nothing short of a joke; the fish often swam right by their doorsteps. Yet, no one dared to catch them. Because they belonged to the state.
Surrender came almost naturally, with everyone tossing their guns aside. Many were even more direct, simply throwing their weapons into the river.
Once gone, they could never be retrieved.
Zheng Yifan felt no regret about this. Those broken guns weren’t worth keeping; he wouldn’t take them even if they were given for free. Their accuracy was too low, they frequently jammed, and in more severe cases, they could explode. A gun that exploded would almost certainly send a soldier to the hospital.
Zheng Yifan couldn’t bear to see capable soldiers rendered useless like that.
For now, no one was there to recruit them. Zheng Yifan organized those future Administrators and headed to the vicinity of Green River Bridge to seek their opinions.
“Boss! Let me go!” A man in his twenties, refined and polite, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as he approached gracefully.
Zheng Yifan remembered him; during the recent battle, this fellow had the highest hit rate with his sniper rifle. It was hard to believe how this nearsighted individual possessed such excellent shooting skills.
But when he saw the man’s glasses, Zheng Yifan suddenly laughed. The fellow’s glasses were non-prescription; they were merely decorative. There was no prescription at all.
“How do you plan to recruit them without fear of them running away?” Zheng Yifan asked with a smile, looking at the fellow across from him.
He pushed up his glasses and replied, “It’s simple to deal with them. Just give me a truck and fill it with ropes.”
Zheng Yifan nodded at him. “Agreed. Go give it a try. Everyone else cooperate; aim to set off within half an hour.”
Once Zheng Yifan issued the command, everyone sprang into action. His words were law; even in this apocalypse, they held more weight than any decree.
A group of people hurriedly got to work.
Zheng Yifan watched as they prepared bundles of ropes, which were stored in a warehouse of a safety net manufacturing plant. The ropes were tough and each measured 1,000 meters in length.
With these ropes, the Fellow drove a large truck up onto the Green River Bridge.
The Korean Soldiers on the opposite side had begun to form ranks, but they stood frozen in silence, too afraid to move.
Zheng Yifan observed as the Golden Glasses Man drove onto the River Bridge. He couldn't tell what was exchanged between them, but soon everyone began unloading ropes from the truck and quickly tied their hands together.
The knots were incredibly tight, and they even used plastic zip ties to bind their wrists.
As a result, almost everyone was linked together, unable to escape, and no one could be spared. Even those extremists were quickly subdued by the majority of surrendering Fellows. However, their treatment was far from pleasant. They were directly tied up and then had the ropes binding their feet thrown off the Green River Bridge.
It was estimated that within a few hours, they would meet their end there.
This was nothing short of a terror event, yet those people continued to act this way while looking at the Huaxia Nation across the river, their eyes filled with fervor. It remained unclear what promises the Golden Glasses Man had made. (To be continued)
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