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Chapter 298 A Conflict That Shouldn't Have Occurred
The magic purifier rumbled, and Alice saw that at the edge of the magical radiance, black ice crystals formed spikes, as if they had been blasted by a bomb, stirring up chaotic magical crystals.
"This is the power of the magic purifier. My little inventor had these ingenious inventions erected here to resist the invasion of destruction."
Alice's attention was focused on the pillars pieced together from wooden stakes, magic crystals, and magical artifacts, and on the purifiers that were in operation. The language of magic flowed continuously, data and programs were running, and the crawler programs of these purifiers were constantly searching for chaotic magic within their range. Once they crawled to chaotic magic that had been recorded with a feature code, they would immediately inject magic to reprogram the chaotic magic into pure magic.
Through the [Engraving] system, Alice realized that although the underlying code of these magic purifiers was not very efficient, it was useful. Alice recorded the underlying code, and the old hunter led them into Autumn End Town.
The heavy snow stopped, but the town had not yet come back to life in late autumn. The old hunter stopped and realized something.
"wrong........"
The rest of the town was sparsely populated, but the old hunter spotted a figure in the shadows.
That's not a living person.
"A gunshot wound...and it wasn't inflicted by a hunter..."
The old hunter frowned, seemingly noticing Alice's confusion, and explained, "Hunters don't waste bullets, and these small bullets... have no power when they hit the prey, so we generally don't use them."
Alice touched the bullet holes on the corpse. She became alert. This was not a common ammunition caliber. Judging from the size of the wounds, it was probably a small-caliber, medium-power bullet hole.
boom!
Gunshots echoed through Autumn Town. The hunter raised his gun, looked at Alice, who nodded, and took the heavy revolver in her hand.
Falldown, in Northern Louisiana, is a small town located at the mouth of a northern tributary of the Mississippi River, and is the capital of Northern Louisiana.
The Stars and Stripes fluttered as fully armed United States infantrymen wielded new rifles. The new XM16E1 rifles were fresh off the production line in the central arsenal. These new 5.56x45 caliber rifles were lightweight and compact. The smaller bullets were equally lethal at effective engagement range while reducing weight. The lightweight aluminum alloy receiver made the weapon easy to use for all races.
This was a lesson learned from being suppressed by Confederate forces using 7.94mm AR44 assault rifles. However, the XM16E1's first combat experience was not against the Confederates, but rather in the United States forces' suppression of northern Louisiana.
That's right, suppression. Northern Louisiana, as an administrative state that is still nominally under the control of the United States, has not provided any assistance to the United States. The export of magic crystals that used to be exported has been interrupted due to the "monster invasion wave," and the terrain within the state is also inaccessible to United States forces. Moreover, hunting parties composed of hunters have blocked the state's borders.
Mike Douglas decided that this situation could not continue.
A motorized brigade equipped with new experimental rifles marched north into Louisiana. The hunters' firepower was no match for the M2HB heavy machine guns and XM16E1 rifles on the M113 armored vehicles.
The United States soldiers standing in Falldown Town were watching the civilians, while the governor of Northern Louisiana was bound hand and foot and kneeling before the United States major.
“Your Northern Louisiana is truly special, isn’t it? Hunters, prey, what wonderful old stories…”
“Governor, at this critical moment for the United States, President MacArthur needs the service of every citizen of the United States. Loyal patriots from all states are eager to defend the country, but what about you?”
"You so-called hunters, you watch with the same indifference as the weather of this damned land as you see citizens of the United States fighting traitors, as if it's none of your business!"
The major pulled up his coat collar and took out the cigarette in his hand. This godforsaken place was not only incredibly eerie, but also chillingly cold; even the neighboring state didn't feel this way.
"Northern Louisiana isn't what you think... Ugh!"
The governor tried to explain, but the major immediately raised his foot and kicked him in the face.
"What do you mean by this and that? All I know is that you didn't contribute any manpower or effort, and you even found an excuse to disappear the magic crystals you produced before."
The major roared, “When I was twelve, I knew this country was worth defending, worth serving. My grandfather died on Wounded Creek, and my parents fell beneath the walls before the Stars and Stripes were raised in Philadelphia! And you lot are not fit to stand on the soil of the United States!”
The major pulled his M1911 pistol from the leather holster at his waist.
"Pull them up!"
Several people, dressed in tattered clothes, bound hand and foot, and bearing signs of battle, were dragged out. The major looked at them and asked, "Look at this, what are these? Labor union members?"
The major roared, while Alice's pupils widened, unnoticed by him.
Those were several soldiers from the Central Column. Alice looked at them, and Raffis beside her nodded.
“Those are our people…”
"Labour syndicate members...traitors of the United States, all must die!"
“Governor, you will pay the price for harboring syndicate members. I won’t kill you, but…”
Several soldiers brought forward a few more people—five men and one woman, dressed as hunters. The old hunter's eyes widened; he clearly saw his daughter.
"Sherry...Sherry? These damned thugs! Saboteurs! Stinkbugs! Trash shoes! May they be struck by lightning! I'll tear them all to shreds!"
The old hunter roared, raising his gun to aim.
Alice suppressed his Sharps LRR.
"No, we have a way."
Alice said.
"Yes, only you can help them, young son of humanity. You seem unaware of your abilities yet, and no one has had a chance to explain them to you."
Gray Wind's ethereal figure danced beside the wooden house, and she chuckled, "Humanity's precious legacy of self-development has long since returned to you. Now, you have the opportunity to experience the capabilities of humanity's top individual soldiers in combat!"
Graywind said to Alice, "That's why some indigenous tribes call humans gods, or angels of death."
"So, hurry up and bring it up!"
Alice reached out her hand to Graywind, and the white-haired virtual girl smiled brightly and took Alice's hand—