The shooting stopped, and the shooting stopped.
Sitting in the truck, Akemali looked at the smoke rising in the distance, and then heard the explosion.
When he first came to Amelia, he was very nervous. The situation here was much more tense than in Najalil, and he could hear intermittent gunfire almost every day. There was even an unlucky guy in the convoy who was shot in the thigh by a flying bullet while fetching water.
People were terrified, uneasy, and fearful, but they soon adapted.
As long as they didn't go to the edge of the city, and as long as there were no Guevara People nearby, they would be safe.
Those who were shooting in the back were specifically targeting the Guevara People, and as long as they stayed away from the Guevara patrols, they wouldn't provoke them.
During this time, the convoy was not assigned any work, and everyone was in a state of idleness. But the leader said that even if there was nothing to do, they would still be paid two dollars a day!
Of course, this referred to the skilled jobs, such as truck drivers like Akemali. Ordinary workers were only paid 1.2 dollars a day. Federation Saul.
This kind of life was very comfortable, they didn't have to do anything and still got paid. Some people even hoped that the situation here would get worse, so that they could be lazy for a longer time.
The explosion in the distance was accompanied by intensive gunfire, but Akemali's mind wasn't in this regard. He was smoking a cheap cigarette. This kind of thing, which he would never have tried before, was now a little comforting to his restless heart.
Was there any meaning in using armed forces to fight against power?
He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and watched the poor quality smoke get blown away by the weak airflow in the air, twisting and eventually disappearing. Just like his thoughts at this time, they were in a mess.
At first, some of the things that happened here changed his mind. Maybe when the armed resistance was strong enough, it could bring some impact to these powers, and even take back what belonged to them.
The country, the consciousness of the people, dignity, and freedom.
But as the suppression and resistance continued to push forward, until this moment, he began to feel a little confused.
The rebel groups had been fighting for so many days, and aside from causing trouble in the outskirts of the city, they couldn't even enter the Empire District, let alone drive away the Guevra people inside. It seemed like they had a huge advantage, after all, the outskirts of the city were filled with these people.
But Akemali always felt that these resistance groups were actually very weak. It was a strange feeling, but he could feel it.
They had no political status, no ability to make a sound, and no one else could perceive their thoughts and what they wanted to do, let alone get more recognition and support.
He was very confused.... Was armed resistance really valuable? Was it also applicable in Najalil?
Just as he was confused, the leader suddenly ran, he kept knocking on the truck door, waking the driver inside.
According to the company's rules and regulations, even if they didn't have a task, or they would be deducted their pay.
This was also to ensure that the convoy could move at any time. From this moment on, the effect was very good.
"Move! Move! Boys, to the docks!"
The team leader commanded the convoy, and the trucks immediately started and drove toward the dock.
Someone poked his head out and asked the leader, "Boss, what are we going to do?"
The leader of the convoy was from the Federation, but he was not so strict. He would not arrogantly refuse to communicate with the Najalil people, and sometimes he was very friendly.
Although he didn't like people to call him boss, the workers in Najalil liked to call him that. In the eyes of the Najalil people, the word "boss" was a status symbol.
The leader smiled. "The supplies are here. Someone will tell you the details when you get there. We will start work soon!"
The workers suddenly started to talk. They would start work soon, which seemed to mean that something had changed.
Akemali, who had received a little education, suddenly realized that the situation here seemed to be changing. Maybe their boss, Lynch, had reached an agreement with the Guevara People, or there were other reasons.
There were many rivers in the Amelia area, some of which were directly connected to the sea, and some small cargo ships could come in directly.
More than half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the pier. In addition to a large number of goods piled up on the pier, there were many soldiers in Federation uniforms who were preparing.
Akemali took the opportunity to pass a cigarette to the porter while loading and unloading the goods and chatted. "What's the situation?"
The porter took a puff and panted. "I'm not sure. This is the third batch. It seems that it's not over yet. There are at least one or two thousand people."
Akemali's expression was a little serious. Something had indeed happened.
In the next few days, the gunshots outside the city of Julis did not stop. A large number of anti-government militants were searched out by the Federation mercenaries, and then shot on the spot after a public trial.
Akemali had seen it more than once. Sometimes, because too many people were caught, the bodies had to be transported to the thermal power plant for cremation, and the convoy's trucks were needed.
The first time he saw it, Akemali's lips were blistered.
Countless locals were tied to a wooden plank. Ten wooden planks formed a group and were stuck on a movable base. These people stood facing the citizens who came to watch, and then someone read out their crimes.
Most of them were for destroying the city's public facilities, collaborating with the enemy, aiding the enemy, assassinating the patrol team, and so on. After that, they were publicly executed.
At this moment, the Guevra soldiers could finally hold their heads high. They raised their spears and pulled the trigger without hesitation amidst the cries and screams of the captives, killing all of the captives.
It was said that these were not the only ones who were caught. Many others were sent to labor camps for forced labor. These people were charged with all kinds of strange crimes, but most of them were for not reporting the truth, and for being an accomplice. Their families had joined the anti-government forces, so they were all sinners. However, the pitiful Governor Seder allowed them to live, but they had to atone for their sins with labor.
These days lasted for about half a month. After half a month, there were no more gunshots from time to time, and there were no more reports of patrols being attacked.
The Guevara people began to organize patrols in the city again. Even at night, they were not afraid to retreat to the Empire District and not come out.
All of this was related to a military organization called "Blackstone Security". Every time Akemali thought of this, he would look down at the symbol on the left side of his chest.
It was a black triangle with three cracks in it, and below it was "Blackstone Construction". He knew that the company he worked for and Blackstone Security had the same boss, Mr. Lynch.
This had also caused him to be constantly awakened by nightmares during this period of time. At this time, he deeply understood that force could not change anything at all!
Just look at the rebel groups in Amelia. They had advanced weapons and a large number of people. It was said that many of the rebel groups had received military training, and they had almost taken over a small town.
But even so, what could they do?
After more professional military organizations were dispatched, they could only flee in panic. It was said that after several major anti-government militant bases were destroyed, many people had fled abroad.
They did not dare to come back at all. The militants with the Blackstone Security badge on their chests were efficient and ruthless. There was no future for them to resist with force!
He thought of the situation that Nagalil was facing now. The country was divided, the ruler became a puppet, and even the newly appointed king seemed to have no intention of resisting.
Under such circumstances, was there any value in using armed forces to resist the invasion of the Federation?
Would there be any good results?
No!
Impossible!
Akemali was very clear that even if his compatriots were given the best weapons and military guidance, they would not be much better than the rebels here. They might even be worse than them.
This intensity of resistance would only stimulate the ferocity of the Federation. There was no future for them to resist with force.
During this period of time, Akemali had been thinking about how to find a future for Nagalil. He was once lost, but now he found a future.
Thoughts, from thoughts, birth peace, change people's view of Nagalil, and change Nagalil's view of themselves. Only by becoming strong from the inside out, Nagalil could have a future.
As he worked, he flipped through some books of the Federation. He faintly felt that he was in a state of transformation. He also firmly believed that he could eventually change Nagalil and change the world.
…
Through the blinds, Lynch looked at the deserted street outside. Except for the occasional two girls with heavy makeup who could not afford to wear any clothes, standing under the street lights and begging people, there were very few pedestrians and vehicles.
"The situation now is much better than before, Mr. Lynch."
A local who defected to the Federation explained the deserted streets to Lynch. "At least we feel safer now than ever before."
"From some of the people I know, I have a rough idea of what everyone is thinking. They don't feel that … what happened during this period of time has intensified the hatred."
"In fact, most of the people who were executed were ordinary criminals. Robbery, rape, theft, assault … These people are abominable. Punishing these people will not make people afraid!"
Akemali only saw death, but in fact, many of the people who were executed during this period of time were gang members.
Not only Julis, but all the gangs in Amelia suffered a fatal blow. Whether they had committed a crime or not, they were all arrested and then reported.
At first, people did not dare to do so, but after a few actors were arranged, people began to report the evil deeds of the gang members.
Those who did evil, whether the nature was bad or not, were all shot.
Those who did not commit any crime were sent directly to the labor camps to work.
The security of the whole society became extraordinarily clear in an instant. In addition, Governor Seder had reined in the behavior of the Guevara People. The whole of Amelia seemed to have experienced a rainstorm.
All the rotten leaves were hit by the rain and fell to the ground. Everything was brand new.