Chapter 669 - 415: Rising in Response

At this moment, the Capital City had already turned into chaos, as the swarming constructs crossed the minefield, compounded by the heavy weapons overheating from prolonged firing, the garrison at the frontline of the Capital City could no longer withstand the frenzied assault.

The torrent of constructs broke through the city wall defenses, directly shattering the frontline positions of the Capital City garrison into pieces, then flooded into the urban areas, where bloody street battles broke out on every street.

Originally, the street battles offered an absolute advantage to the defenders, but in the face of the suicidal assault from the fearless constructs, the garrison turned into the disadvantaged side.

While the Capital City front suffered heavily, major issues also emerged at the rear.

Though this was the most affluent city in the entire World Government Territory, once hailed as a paradise on earth.

But in this world, where the gap between social strata was drastically widening, how could a true paradise exist?

The so-called paradise was only for those of the upper classes.

Their happiness was built upon the backs of the lower people, feeding on the blood and tears of the suffering.

Indeed, the Capital City housed many powerful and wealthy figures, who allied with the World Government and big corporations, determined to annihilate the Rebel Army at all costs.

Yet, in those often-overlooked dark corners, the Capital City also housed a large population of the lower class.

Throughout the previous year of stalemated battles, these people endured in silence, as they were deep within enemy territory, and standing out could only lead to being killed like ants; futile riots would lead nowhere.

But when the Rebel Army breached the outer defenses of the Capital City, these long-suffering lower-class people finally realized that the time had come; the decisive battle to determine their fate had arrived.

The news of the Rebel Army approaching the city spread like Wildfire among the populace, and those who had been oppressed chose to erupt from their silence.

They understood that if they were unwilling to sacrifice themselves now, only seeking to quietly survive, and the Rebel Army failed to capture the Capital City, leading to consecutive failures in subsequent military operations, they would forever have no chance of turning their lives around.

Thus, it is no exaggeration to say that even if many couldn’t name the key members of the Rebel Army, they still stood behind them one after another, charging at those titans oppressing the world.

The rebellion from within the Capital City was extremely fierce, with large crowds of lower-class people pouring into the streets in every district, every street, sabotaging the various fortifications constructed by the garrison, with their cries reverberating throughout.

However, as the elite Capital Group Army, they clearly had contingency plans for various scenarios, responding to such aiding-the-enemy behavior with ruthless measures.

Whenever encountering civilian resistance forces, the Capital Group Army didn’t need anyone’s approval, directly resorting to force suppression, killing on sight.

On a street in the East District, there lay many civilian corpses, people who stood up in anger to aid the Rebel Army, but their flesh was so insignificant before the bullets.

Among them was a little girl who survived this disaster, only six or seven years old, her dirty face and clothes suggesting she was likely a homeless orphan.

Children like her, born in this era, were unfortunate, lacking parental protection in the darkness brought by war, with no childhood of warmth and safety.

The young girl actually didn’t understand the intricacies of the world, only hearing from the adults among the homeless community that the Wolf Assault Army had come to save everyone, promising a future of full meals and a place to stay, urging everyone to help quickly.

So, she too followed them onto the battlefield.

Just moments ago, the adults who had led her out all perished in the storm of bullets, leaving only her surviving.

Her face and body were splattered with blood stains, standing there dazed, watching her deceased companions, unable to recover for a long time.

The armored unit that had just completed their suppression mission was not far away. The tank commander poked his head out from the top hatch, glanced at the solitary little girl, and ignored her, coldly ordering, "The frontline is urgently requesting reinforcements, proceed to the designated position for fortification immediately."

The tank rumbled to life, preparing to head out to support allied forces at the front.

However, as it passed by the little girl, an unexpected incident occurred.

The little girl suddenly dashed in front of the tank, spreading her arms like a bird yearning for freedom, blocking the path of the tank group.

One side was a war machine born for slaughter, and the other side was a small human girl not yet grown up, yet the two unequally matched forces stood in confrontation.

The commander’s face twitched, swearing at the little girl, "Do you fucking want to die? Move!"

The little girl did not retreat, still standing in the tank’s path with her small body, her clear, bright eyes filled with unshakable strength.

At her age, a girl usually has no concept of death.

She only knew that everyone around had stood up.

So she too wanted to stand up and contribute to the Wolf Assault Army that came to save them.

Seeing the little girl resolutely blocking the way, the commander straightforwardly ordered, "Run her over!"

The driver hesitantly said, "Sir, it’s just a child..."

The commander roared, "So what if it’s a child? Anyone obstructing our military actions is deemed a traitor, we’ve already wasted too much time. If we continue to delay, do you want to face a military tribunal?!"

From the bottom of his heart, the driver didn’t want to hurt a child.

But he didn’t want to disobey his direct superior’s order either.

Moreover, given the current tense battle, they could not afford the consequences of delaying military operations.

The driver, after a simple comparison between the girl’s life and his future, released the brake and pressed the accelerator, moving towards her.