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Chương 61: The Slum Offensive I

The night had descended, accompanied by a gentle rain that darkened the sky and hushed the streets. The slum, typically alive with its own rhythm, now echoed only with the patter of raindrops. The tranquility shattered when the rhythmic footsteps of a massive army disrupted the silence—a ground invasion unfolding in the heart of the slum.

In response, the residents, oblivious to the military's sinister intentions, sought refuge in their homes, assuming the soldiers were targeting rebels. Little did they know that the true objective was the eradication of every inhabitant.

The military, divided into fifteen divisions, each consisting of two hundred soldiers, the military initiated their assault from the slum's western entrance. Meanwhile, the assassin and his followers, avoiding direct confrontation, tactically retreated through the intricate network of narrow, dimly lit alleys, enticing the soldiers to follow.

A Sergeant approached Captain Dialla with a report, "Captain Dialla! We've spotted the terrorists retreating into the alleys!"

"These cowards want to play hide and seek! Very well! Divisions one and two, hunt down those rats to the dead end! Divisions three to twelve, continue marching through the main street! The rest, join Sergeant Whitlock to 'clean up' everything inside the buildings!"

The soldiers responded in unison, "Yes, Sir!" But Whitlock's reluctance was evident.

Dialla, in high spirits, turned to Victor, "Hahahahaha! Victor! Which part of this game do you prefer? Chasing the rat or doing the cleaning?"

Victor, attempting to conceal his discomfort, replied, "I think I'll stay by your side, Sir."

"What's wrong? Why do you seem afraid? You've survived the war in Nisaeria! This should be entertaining for you!"

"I'm not afraid, Sir. I just..."

Dialla interrupted, "Come on! Take a look for yourself; they are fleeing! I might have overestimated that cursed assassin and his men."

"I choose to fight alongside you, Sir. When the assassin shows up, I'll help you catch him alive, make him kneel before you, and make him pay!"

"Hahahahaha! That's my comrade! Finally! You understand me well, Victor!"

"Thanks, Sir... Wurghh!!!"

"What's wrong, Victor?!"

As they conversed, Victor succumbed to the overpowering stench of the slum, rushing to the roadside to vomit.

"Oh my, oh my dear Victor... Indeed, This place is a cesspool of foul smells... It should have been cleaned up long ago. I wonder why anyone would choose to live here..."

Victor, still recovering, apologized, "I'm sorry about it, Sir. Wurghh... I really can't withstand... Anymore... Wurghhh!"

"Victor, just get inside the tank and stop making me feel sicker of it!"

"Yes Sir… Sorry Sir…"

"Sergeant! Hand over the wireless phone to me!" Dialla demanded.

"Yes Sir!"

"Division one! What's the status now? Are those rats still fleeing?!" Dialla inquired.

"Captain! They are running into deeper alleys! It's so dark and narrow in here! Some of us couldn't even fit inside while carrying our weapons!"

"They must be fooling us, trying to escape! Keep chasing them no matter how dark or narrow the alleys are! It's not a never-ending alley! Chase them till the end!"

"Roger that!"

Following Dialla's orders, Division One ventured into the dark, narrow alleys. The division split up to pursue different targets. The foul smell in the alleys was even worse than on the street. The soldiers struggled to withstand the overwhelming stench.

As they advanced deeper, they realized it was already a dead end and nobody was there. When they planned to take a U-turn and exit the dark alley, they heard something falling from the top of the building.

"What's that sound?" a soldier asked.

"Too dark! Can't see anything!" another soldier added.

"Something hit my head! Hey! It's a small rock!"

"Ouch! I also got hit! Damn it! It's a hard piece of rubble!"

"HEY! Look up there! It keeps coming! And it's bigger!!"

"Must be a trap! RUN!" the team leader ordered.

"WAH AHAH!!"

"Leader! Man down! Right in front of me! A big piece of rubble smashed right on his head!"

"Run for your life first! There are more coming! WAH AHAH AHAH!!" The leader's voice suddenly disappeared after screaming.

"Sir!? Sir!!"

"No response..."

"Team leader down!! What shall we do?"

"Just shut up and keep running!! Don't stop!!"

The dark, narrow alley, only wide enough for a single person to cross, became a death trap. The followers of the assassin continued to release heavy building rubble down the alley, decimating the soldiers. The soldiers ran for their lives, but due to poor visibility, they couldn't escape fast enough.

The small team of Division One was entirely wiped out inside the alley without sacrificing any of the assassin's followers. Meanwhile, another team from Division One faced a similar situation in a different alley, but this time they were not attacked by hard rubble.

"Where the heck are they?! I truly saw them run into here!" a soldier from the second team exclaimed.

"There's no way they can escape from here! Search around carefully!" the second team leader instructed.

"Yes Sir!"

The alley where the second team was situated had worse visibility, being narrower compared to the other alleys. The soldiers could only see the small edge of the moon, dimly glowing in the sky. However, the moon suddenly disappeared from their sight, and the alley became completely dark. The soldiers could see nothing but infinite darkness.

"Sir! I can't see anything! What happened?!" a soldier yelled panickily.

"Me too! Feels like we are trapped inside a coffin…" the second team leader replied.

"Sounds scary, Sir… I didn't sign up for the military for this…"

"Me neither…"

"Sir! The sky has even disappeared! I still saw the moon just now!"

"Yeah! I know! All of you, don't panic! Just turn around and find the way out right now! I've got a bad feeling about this!"

"Hmm?! Sir! The alley is becoming brighter…" a soldier said while looking up.

"Brighter…? HOLY HELL! It's a huge flame, and it keeps falling on us! RUN!!!" The second team leader ordered.

"WAHHHHHH!!!" All the soldiers were yelling and screaming.

Before the flaming objects fell on them, some soldiers were pushed by others and eventually fell to the ground. They called for help, but the others were running wildly for their lives, stepping on them in the process. Those fallen soldiers were trampled mercilessly.

"RUN!!!!!"

"Help!! I'm stuck!"

"I can't run anymore! WHOAHAHHH!!!"

The burning object fell on the soldiers, and the whole alley was lit up brightly. The assassin ordered his fellows to use an extremely large construction tarpaulin, covering the alley from the rooftop once they saw the soldiers deep down inside. They lit it up and released it into the alley, burning those soldiers to death. The entire second team got incinerated instantly inside the alley.

As for the third team in another alley, they, too, faced their tragic fate, encountering the angel of death. The assassin's fellows fired their shotguns aimlessly down the alley, reaching their hands out to the rooftop to protect themselves from the soldiers.

The alley turned into a shower of bullets. There was no place to hide or take cover. The entire third team was wiped out in the simplest but most brutal way. The fourth team also met their end in the alley. The entire division, consisting of two hundred soldiers, was completely wiped out within a few minutes.

"Cap... Captain Dialla! Division two! Division two reported that the entire division one has gone!" The Sergeant reported nervously.

"Sergeant! What do you mean by gone?! There were two hundred of them! TWO HUNDRED!"

"We do not have the details, but they really are gone…"

"Impossible… Are you telling me that our finest troops were just killed by those terrorists?"

"It seems so…"

"I don't believe it… What's the status of division two? Have they got them yet?!"

"They are still chasing! Those terrorists are familiar with the alleys, and our men keep losing their tracks!"

"Stop giving me these excuses! We've won wars in other people's lands! This damn slum is inside Kothern! It's our land! There's no way we will lose!"

"But Sir… Division one just vanished inside those alleys… Don't you think it's a trap or something…?"

"Even if it's a trap, how can a tiny mousetrap catch an elephant? Use your brain, Sergeant!"

"Understood, Sir! I will pass your order to them! Division two! Use everything you have to hunt them down now! Did you copy?!"

"Roger that!"

The assassin stood atop a distant building, watching the unfolding chaos. He took out his monocular, fixed it on Dialla, and grinned excitedly and sinisterly. Muttering to himself like a maniac, he reveled in the scenario.

"Hahahahaha!! Bang!! From this distance… If I had a sniper with me, your head would be gone, Dialla… Hahahahaha!! I can't help but imagine the moment you'll be dead right in front of me!"

"Leader!"

"Yep! How's everything going so far?"

"Our fellas have taken down a division in the west alleys!"

"Casualties?"

"None! What a miracle!"

"Hahahahaha!! This isn't a miracle! A miracle is something like a human born from a fallen meteor! I would rather say this is the art of a genius!"

"Huh?! Well…"

"It's reasonable if you don't get it! You just haven't seen everything yet!"

"Probably like what you said… But your genius tactics are working perfectly!"

"We are just like eagles from above, hunting down our prey on the ground!"

"Indeed! You've turned those smelly alleys into a real hell that we've never seen before!"

"I'm just kind of sick of soldiers, especially when they always describe the battlefield as hell or something… They've never seen the real one yet… So, I purposely created the real path to hell for them!"

"Sounds crazy though… But, we have just one concern right now."

"What is it?!"

"How are we going to deal with a thousand soldiers charging on the main street? We can easily take them down in alleys but not on the main street…"

"I've ordered some premium, golden, and shining stuff to deal with them! But I haven't received it so far… I wonder where those couriers are right now…"

"Golden… Shining?"

"Yeah!! Hahahahaha!! "Modern delivery services—always tardy and behind schedule!" I guess we have to do something to slow them down until my parcels arrive! Follow me!"

"Alright! What is your plan?"

"We have to fight them face to face!"

"Face to face?!"

"Don't be afraid to die! If you can trigger your gun faster than them, then you will survive!"

"But we are no experts like you!"

"Hahahahaha!! Although I said fight them face to face but… Just only for a while! Then we are going to flee again!"

"I see... Although fleeing tactic doesn't sound like something we can boast about… But as long as we can win, we will do whatever it takes!"

"That's right! It's not about how dirty the trick is… the only thing that matters is who will be the last man standing! Actually, fleeing is not a tactic! I just purposely want to do it! Hahahahaha!!"

"Huh? Why?!"

"Nothing special… I just simply want to piss their commander off! Hahahahaha!!"

'What a scary maniac…' The follower thought.

"Ask those fellas in the west to stop engaging those soldiers and regroup with us!"

"Okay! Team three! Did you hear me?"

"Yeah! We are engaging the soldiers in the alleys!" Team three replied.

"Just retreat and join us in the center area! Leader wants to deal with those marching troops on the main street!"

"Got it! Fellas! Retreat!"

"Leader, they are coming back. Are we just leaving those soldiers in the alleys like that? I thought it was a good chance to eliminate all of them…"

"Just leave them! They have gone quite deep inside already… I guess they must have lost their way and are crying for help! Hahahahaha!! Most importantly… Our main target is not there… He is hiding behind the soldiers on the main street…"

"I see... But what should we do to slow them down on the street?"

"While attacking is the best way to stop your enemy, don't forget the importance of defense too! Remember those ballistic shields we got from the police headquarters? Although not as many as I expected."

"Is that strong enough to withstand those heavy machine guns and rifles?"

"Maybe… I'm not sure though! Hahahahaha!!"

'He's a real maniac!'


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Chương 62: Amidst Chaos and Evacuation

Sergeant Whitlock found himself standing in the midst of chaos, a witness to the brutality ordered by Dialla. The echoes of terrified screams reverberated in his mind, drowning out the world around him. His face, once steely and composed, now betrayed an unmistakable pallor.

As he sat in the corridor, hands clamped firmly over his ears, the internal torment played out on Sergeant Whitlock's face. Each scream from the residents echoed in his mind, causing a visible struggle within him. The weight of the situation bore down on him, and the conflict between his duty and his humanity etched itself onto his features.

A fellow soldier approached, concern etched on his face. "Sir! Sir! Sergeant! Sergeant Whitlock!"

Whitlock, lost in his own mental struggle, slowly registered the voice. "Who? Who's calling me…?"

"Sir, your face looks a little pale… Are you alright, Sir?"

"I don't know… What's the matter?"

"We just want to inform you we have cleared up this floor! Shall we proceed to another floor?"

A moment of hesitation gripped Whitlock, his inner turmoil evident. "If…"

"Sorry… I can't hear you clearly, Sir…"

"If I order all of you to stop right now… Would you guys stop it?"

"Sir… This is the order from Captain Dialla! We must strictly follow it!"

Whitlock nodded solemnly. "Alright… I got it… Let's move to the next floor then…"

The soldiers followed his lead, advancing to the next floor like a relentless tide of destruction. Each unit they invaded added to the weight on Whitlock's conscience. He entered a unit, finding a woman, vulnerable and terrified, kneeling before him. Her torn shirt bore witness to the brutality she had already endured.

Her wide-eyed gaze pleaded for mercy, and Whitlock, torn between duty and humanity, hesitated. Slowly, he withdrew his pistol, aiming it at her, and the room fell into an oppressive silence.

"Please… Please…" The woman's trembling voice broke the silence.

"Please… Please… Please…" Whitlock echoed her words.

The woman, gripped by fear, began to inch backward, using her hands for support. Whitlock stood stoically, his gun trained on her without uttering a word. In a sudden and startling move, he fired a few shots. The woman, anticipating the worst, closed her eyes and let out a fearful cry.

After a tense moment, the woman hesitantly reopened her eyes, realizing she remained unharmed. Whitlock, it turned out, had directed the shots towards the ceiling. A silent exchange passed between them, and he gestured toward a large wardrobe, signaling it as a place for her to hide.

Following his silent guidance, the woman quickly sought refuge inside the wardrobe. As she concealed herself, the approaching footsteps of other soldiers became audible. They arrived, forming a line outside the unit, ready to report to Whitlock.

Whitlock, despite the unease and inner turmoil, continued the unsettling task of clearing each floor. The soldiers, having heard the gunshots earlier, expressed concern for their sergeant.

"Sir! All units cleared! We heard you fired your gun just now… We thought you…"

"Just now there was someone inside there, but no more…"

"Roger that… Shall we proceed to the next floor…?"

"Yes…"

On the subsequent floor, the search continued, yet each unit yielded no sign of inhabitants. Confusion and frustration gripped the soldiers.

"This is weird… The water in the kettle is so hot… It is very obvious that somebody was still inside this house!" Exclaimed a soldier.

"You are right! They must be hiding somewhere! It's not possible for a human being to suddenly become invisible! What do you think, Sir?"

"I guess they could've escaped already…" Whitlock replied, his relief palpable at the absence of people.

"Escape…? How could they escape without alerting us?"

"Sir! The other team in another building also reported that there's no one inside there!"

As the soldiers puzzled over the mysterious disappearance, Whitlock's thoughts drifted. 'Could it be Ma'am who rescued them?'

"Sir?! Did you hear me?"

"Yes! Well… Like what he said just now, there's not possible for them to escape or vanish suddenly! Keep searching up and down this whole building! Tell the other team to do so! No survivors!"

"Yes Sir!"

Whitlock, suspecting that Rosseaulyn had successfully evacuated the residents before their arrival, made a strategic decision. He ordered the soldiers to continue searching the seemingly empty units, buying more time for the evacuation efforts led by Rosseaulyn and the Chief.

Meanwhile, Rosseaulyn and the Chief, along with the police, utilized every resource to save as many people as possible. Some officers displayed exceptional skill in rope climbing, complemented by advanced rope guns, allowing them to swiftly carry out their evacuation missions.

"Thank God that Dialla has deployed his major forces to assault the street and only a few to clean the buildings up!" Rosseaulyn exclaimed.

"Seems like things are going smoothly, Lieutenant Winton." the Chief remarked.

"Not quite… We won't be able to make it in time for those who lived on the lower floors."

"You already said we are not able to save everyone; I guess this is something we're supposed to expect. Aren't we?"

"Chief, you sound cold…"

"Hoho! I'm quite surprised a military officer actually cares about lives…"

"I've told you I'm different from the others."

"Interesting... I'll remember what you've said…"

"Chief! We need to get your men to hurry up! Otherwise, we won't be able to save the rest!"

"Don't be too harsh on my men! They are doing well and fast enough already."

"Alright, alright."

"Chief! We've almost used up seventy percent of the capacity of those transports for the people!" A policeman came to report.

"That's bad! We are just only started our action for a while! That scary attacker has blown up our transports earlier on as well… We only have limited options… What's your plan, Lieutenant?"

"We need a bigger transport… The bus… Oh right! The bus!"

"Public bus?"

"Could you order the public bus service to spare some of their buses to us right now?! I guess that's not enough… Ask them to stop the buses that are operating near the slum and wait at the east entrance!"

"Seriously!? This will greatly disrupt the users… But I guess we really have no choice… But I'm not sure will they listen to me…"

"I believe you have the power and right to make the order! You can just say it is for the sake of security purposes!"

"What a challenging demand… I will just give it a try then. If it's not working, you better think of another way quickly!"

"Thanks! Please ask them to wait at the east entrance of the slum!"

"I got this."

"Or you could just tell them I'm the one who forced you to do so."

"I'm not that nasty as the military, Lieutenant… So… I won't."

"Whatever…"

"Let me make a call to the bus service operator…"

"Thanks in advance."

"Hello? Luthernza Bus Service? This is Police Chief of Luthernza speaking, please direct your call to Mr Dave, please! This is an urgent security matter, please hurry up!" The Chief spoke over the phone.

"Okay! A moment please!" The operator transferred the line.

"Hello Chief! It's been a long time since we had a talk with each other! I heard it's an urgent matter, what is it?!"

"Well, Dave! I need you to send the empty buses you have to the east entrance of the slum right now! Besides, I also need those buses that are operating near the slum area to stop their operations and gather at the east entrance too! Got it?"

"Right now!?"

"Yes!"

"Ma'am… It's a bit difficult... And why is it?"

"We need those buses as lifesaving tools… I bet you heard our city gets assaulted earlier, we need it to escort a bunch of people to other places."

"In this case, I guess I can't say no… Am I? Is this a request or order?"

"An order..."

"Well… Rest assured… I will just do it right now! But I'm not liable for anything that happens afterward! I will just say it's your order."

"Yeah, just go ahead!"

"Where are you going to send the people to?"

"Umm… Wait a second… Lieutenant! Where is the destination for those people once they boarded the buses?"

"A small town at the east side of this city! It's very near, we will settle them down there first! Just make sure they leave this city!" Rosseaulyn instructed.

"Dave! We are going to send them to the town outside of this city!"

"Alright… I believe half a tank of fuel should be enough then. Your buses order will arrive in an hour!"

"Thanks a lot, Dave!"

"No worry, you just need to come over to my house tonight…"

The chief immediately cut off the line. "What an idiot…"

"Chief, it sounds like you were talking to an old friend…" Rosseaulyn remarked.

"Friend?! No way! Definitely not!" The chief denied angrily.

"Anyway, we have secured the transports."

"Luckily…"

"Did you notice the opposite street is brighter than here?"

"Not really until you mentioned it. Strange… What happened over there?"

"Is any of your men over there?!"

"I've sent only five there… What's wrong?!"

"Ask them to retreat immediately! I've got a bad feeling…"

BANG! The huge sounds of the firing shells of the tanks echoed through the ears of everyone. The sounds didn't stop and continued for around three minutes. After it stopped, the dark sky of the opposite street turned into a flaming red.

"Oh my… Are they planning to tear down all the buildings too?!" The chief asked shockingly.

"Chief! The status of your men over there!"

"You're right! Let me check…"

"Everyone! We have to retreat from this area and to the north! The madman Captain is burning down the places!" Rosseaulyn ordered.

"This is bad, no response… I guess… They have been…"

"Chief! Don't give up so early and make the conclusion! Just bring the rest of your men to the north slum and continue evacuating the people!"

"Wait! Where the hell are you going?!"

"I just go take a look and see whether if I can find your men!"

"But…"

"Just go! Hurry!"

"Okay, meet you in the north then…"

"Sure."

Rosseaulyn and the chief separated their ways. She alone crossed the tiny passages and avoided the soldiers until she reached the burning scene. All the buildings had been destroyed, and some bodies could be seen under the rubble. The thick smoke made visibility low, hindering her search for the policemen.

She looked around and suddenly heard some moaning voices. Following the source of those sounds, she managed to find some survivors. Her search continued for a little while, and she ended up finding only four survivors, including a little girl with her, and none of them were wearing a police uniform.

"Have any of you seen someone wearing a police uniform around here? Around five of them…" Rosseaulyn asked.

The survivors shook their heads.

"Well…"

"Excuse me…" One of the survivors interrupted.

"What's the matter, lady?"

"Your uniform… although not the same color as those soldiers… But you are one of them… Am I right?"

"It's complicated… But just keep in mind that me and the police are here to help you guys!"

"Alright…" The lady responded but still maintained a distance from Rosseaulyn, while the rest seemed unable to trust her completely.

"The visibility is bad… I guess we should retreat right now. Just follow me."

Everyone nodded.

"Hmm…? Hm! UHMMM!!!" The little girl voiced.

"What's wrong?"

The little girl seemed to hear something and quickly covered her ears with her hands. She started to panic and hid behind Rosseaulyn. Everyone looked at her curiously as they couldn't hear anything besides the sound of the burning fire around them.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? What did you hear?" Rosseaulyn whispered, her voice gentle but laden with concern.

"UHMMM!! UHMMM!!"

The little girl didn't say anything, and her eyes widened in terror as she clutched Rosseaulyn's stocking, her small fingers trembling, while pointing at a hideout. Her face expression became more nervous and filled with fear. Sensing the urgency, Rosseaulyn didn't hesitate. Urging the survivors to follow, she led them to the hideout the little girl had indicated.

As they huddled together in the darkness, the ominous symphony of moving tanks and the footsteps of the soldiers got closer to them. Dialla and his troops arrived at the scene shortly, the glow of the fires reflecting in Rosseaulyn's angry eyes as she observed the perpetrators of this nightmarish assault.

"Hahahahaha! This is the consequence of playing childish hide and seek with me!" Dialla exclaimed.

"Very smart move, Sir! I bet they won't dare to hide in the alleys again!" Victor added.

"We should not be wasting our time on such little things! Division two!"

"Yes Sir!" The division leader responded.

"What a disgrace! Shame on all of you!!"

"Our apologies, Sir…"

"If they try to hide from us again, then we just tear everything down and let them bury themselves underneath! Got it?!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Want to play tricks? Well, I am good at exposing the tricks. Let's see who will be the winner. Hahahahaha!"


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