Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The fighting in Detroit is still fierce. In terms of combat effectiveness, these thugs are naturally not as good as the regular army (not counting the external forces that fan the flames and add fuel to the flames), but they cannot stand against their large numbers.

The proportion of black people in Detroit's population is the highest among major cities in the northern United States. The number is close to 1 million. Even if one-tenth of them join the riot, that is far more than the number of attacking U.S. soldiers. As for weapons, in addition to heavy weapons such as bazooka rockets, there are various weapons in weapons stores everywhere. And who dares to collect money from them at this time? All kinds of complicated procedures are required. Just go in and grab it.

With weapons in their hands and sky-high remuneration, in the eyes of these thugs, soldiers who normally would not dare to be messed with have now become little golden mountains running around, and many even take the initiative to attack the US military without risking their lives. Soldier.

On the roof of a building, two white men looked at the two groups of people in a stalemate on the street not far away and couldn't help but be speechless. "Tsk, tsk, these idiots, do you have to be tough if you ask them to lay an ambush?"

The other person smiled disapprovingly. "After all, they have not received formal training, and the reward given is too high, so naturally there will be masters who want money rather than life. It seems that we have to help them, otherwise they will be eliminated sooner or later." As he said, he bent down and followed. He picked up a Springfield sniper rifle from the ground and placed it on the edge of the rooftop.

"Fire! Fire! We have suppressed them! Aim and hit!" A US captain roared and asked his soldiers to increase their firepower. They had indeed suppressed the thugs on the opposite side. They just needed to work harder. , can destroy or force them back. But he was more willing to kill all these damn thugs. Several of his soldiers had been shot and fell to the ground, and two of them had even died. He had to avenge this.

"Destroy them!" As soon as he finished speaking, a huge force hit his right arm, and then he staggered back two steps due to the force, and sat down on the ground.

"Shet!" The captain couldn't help but let out a scream. Just as another soldier was about to help him up, he fell to the ground motionless with a scream, and his back was gradually stained red with blood.

"Damn it!" The captain reacted instantly and reminded loudly. "There are snipers, everyone, be careful!"

Four or five soldiers were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The remaining soldiers could only hide behind the bunker and did not dare to show their heads. When the thugs on the opposite side saw the sharp decrease in firepower of the US soldiers, they emboldened themselves and rushed over, throwing a few grenades in the process.

boom! boom! boom!

The U.S. captain who fell on the ground happened to have escaped the explosion of the grenade. Looking at the thugs rushing towards him with great force, he knew that he was in danger. He pulled out his pistol with his trembling left hand and fired at the thugs who had already rushed through the bunker. They pulled the trigger one after another. Unfortunately, the M1911 pistol in his hand only had 7 rounds of ammunition. Since he fired with his left hand, he only hit one of the thugs and used up all the bullets.

"What are those guys going to do?"

The two people on the roof watched the men in the distance beat up a struggling American soldier, and then found a rope to tie him up. One of them grabbed the other end of the rope and climbed up a nearby telephone pole. superior.

The American soldier was hung up like this, and several people took out machetes and chopped his legs a few times before walking away.

"These savage guys." The two people on the roof spat disdainfully, put away their guns, looked at the sun gradually setting in the distance, and lit a cigarette leisurely.

Because the power supply has not been restored, there are almost no lights in the city, and some are only dim candlelight. In addition, most homes have their curtains drawn tightly, barely letting in any light.

"You Americans must have a headache, right?"

"Of course, but it's a pity that this is their city, and they can't send planes and artillery to bombard them wildly, so they can only push forward at the risk of their lives. Tsk, tsk, unlucky guy."

"Do you think they will be ruthless and kill them indiscriminately?"

"How is that possible? There are many white people here. Even if they are determined to kill them indiscriminately, they don't care about us. We will sneak out when the time comes."

After these two days of brutal fighting, the American soldiers gradually became red-blooded and killed all black people in sight, regardless of whether they were rioters or not. In other words, they acquiesced that all black people were rioters.

In this way, many innocent ordinary people died tragically at the gunpoint of their guns. Others who could not bear it could only take up arms to resist and use more cruel methods to deal with US soldiers. Hanging up is still the lightest thing, and those wounded and captured American soldiers will suffer all kinds of torture that are worse than death; the two sides have formed a blood feud that either you die or I live.

Washington, at Combat Command.

Everyone's face was gloomy, especially President Wilkie's face, which was as black as coal.

"Our soldiers suffered heavy casualties." The troops attacking Detroit suffered nearly 2,000 casualties in just two days, but they only advanced more than 200 meters. If they fought at the cost of sacrificing 1,000 people for advancing 100 meters, how many casualties would they have to pay by the time they advanced to the city center?

If Detroit were an enemy city, they would definitely use bombers and artillery to plow the entire city, and then send tanks and other armored units to shoot wherever something went wrong. But now they are fighting on home soil. Detroit is an American city, and there are many American nationals in the city.

"Several thugs caught confessed that for every one of our soldiers they killed, they would receive a reward of US$5,000. These guys seemed to be crazy."

"..." It's really a vicious method. President Wilkie naturally understands the truth that "a big reward must be brave." Five thousand dollars is not a small amount, and it is enough to make some people crazy.

Someone in the corner suggested quietly. "How about we also pay them to surrender?"

President Wilkie couldn't help but rolled his eyes, what a stupid idea. How much money can they have to make these thugs put down their weapons and surrender? There must be more than the mastermind behind them. Even if it comes to six thousand, how many people are there on the other side, one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand? How much does the total cost? "Isn't this tantamount to bowing down and compromising with those thugs?! There can only be one fate for these thugs, and that is to be executed!!"

But the problem is that the cost of executing these thugs is a bit too high. "Can the residents of the city be evacuated?"

"I heard that the thugs issued a notice that anyone who dared to leave without authorization would be killed; most residents in the city did not dare to evacuate without authorization."