Chapter 1110: Chapter 554: “Evil Dragon Plan!!

Illinois, Rockford.

Steel beams like broken spines pierce the blood-red sky, concrete fragments solidify into black teardrops among the embers.

The Rebels tread over the overturned asphalt pavement, dandelion fluff emerging from the cracks, swallowing shell casings.

Half of a child’s graffiti remains on the century-old cement wall of the textile factory inside the city, the sun drawn in chalk pierced by bullet holes, the edges of sunflower petals curling with charred folds.

The bronze pendulum of the clock tower is suspended at 3:17, a spider weaves a silver web over the cracked face of the Virgin Mary.

The crowd carries the bodies, softly calling out to acquaintances, but when no one responds—

Eyes fill with sorrow, lips tremble gently.

Endured for nearly four months!

The entire city has already been battered to ruins.

Bramo Ramsfield, unkempt and smoking a cigarette, sat on a fallen piece of debris, a rifle slung over his back, his entire demeanor completely changed.

His eyes carry deep exhaustion.

Having been surrounded by the U.S. Military for so long and yet still alive, it’s truly a blessing.

Thump, thump, thump—

Bramo heard the commotion, glanced over, and saw Antirrhocus Davidson walking over, plopping down across from him, and without any hesitation picking up a cigarette butt from the ground to smoke.

This military-industrial expert who brought drones to Bramo has now been promoted to a personal advisor.

The previous one…

Was bombed to death by the U.S. Military.

In four months, the U.S. Military was severely damaged with 2 army regiments crippled, a brigadier general, and two colonels killed, while the holding Rebels suffered equally heavy losses. Over 8,000 people died in the city from both sides, and the number of disabled is incalculable.

It could be called the most brutal urban warfare since World War II.

Body bags couldn’t be used fast enough.

The U.S. Military even began using thermobaric bombs to deal with underground targets.

Both sides were already angry and fired up.

“Your letter, sent from Mexico,” Antirrhocus Davidson took a letter out from his pocket and handed it over.

Bramo’s cloudy eyes suddenly brightened. He grabbed the letter eagerly, his chapped hands trembling.

He only has one family member left now!

With great difficulty, he opened the letter and couldn’t wait to start reading.

“Brother—”

“How are you at the front line, are you okay?”

“You’re going to be an uncle.”

Bramo saw this, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Victor is very good to me, please don’t worry, but I miss you a lot.”

“Sitting on the park bench, I always listen to the pigeons’ wings flapping, searching for the sound of the wind from our childhood.”

“Back then, Mom was still around, Dad would hold our hands and point to the dandelions, saying they could be eaten, you took it seriously and ate one, and we all laughed at you.”

“Last night, I dreamed of you all again.”

…

“May the Lord bless you, your loving sister.”

Bramo looked at the letter, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, tears unconsciously rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

He lifted his head, his eyes slightly swollen and red.

Antirrhocus Davidson sat beside him without interrupting.

A rare happiness in wartime is that moment you receive a letter from home.

Bramo wiped away his tears, placing the letter solemnly into his military satchel.

Raising his head, he looked at Antirrhocus Davidson with a resolute expression, “We can’t just keep holding on like this.”

“I want to fight our way out!”

“???”

Antirrhocus Davidson was dumbfounded hearing this.

No…

Brother, you think you’re Rambo.

“You want to give up Rockford?!”

“No, no, no, I want to hit the U.S. Military hard.”

Bramo shook his head, taking out a map from his satchel, spreading it on the ground, and drew a circle with a pencil.

“Rockford is surrounded on all sides, right? But the garrison here is a regiment of the 3rd Infantry Division, a typical mixed division, all foreign personnel who came to serve for green cards, Black, Asian descent, Indonesian descent, etc., they won’t sell their lives either.”

“Especially after being crippled during the US-Mexico War, they’re reluctant to go hard.”

Bramo squinted and said, “They came to the United States for wealth and prosperity, not to risk their lives for the United States.”

“We’ll target them!”

“No one understands the United States better than I do, as long as we injure them, other mixed divisions won’t fight as desperately.”

What’s the saying:

Life is yours, honor, money, power, and land belong to the country.

Especially in an immigrant country like the United States, fewer are willing to risk their lives.

This made Antirrhocus Davidson a bit hesitant.

“Should we consult with Mexico?”

“By the time they respond, the Queen of England will have her period!”

Bramo said impatiently, but also felt his tone wasn’t quite friendly, took a deep breath, “Are you sure our communication is secure?”

This counter-question left the other speechless.

“I know what you’re worried about, how about this, I lead the raid, you stay back.”

Antirrhocus Davidson laughed angrily, patting his face, “What do you take me for?”

“Ass?”

“This is Mexico’s face, you’re not afraid to die, and I’m not afraid to die?”

He also understood the morale in the city, with the U.S. bombing daily, who the hell could stand it?

“There are about 200 combat-capable soldiers left in the city (excluding civilians).”

These are all Mexicans infiltrating in small groups, those who understand will understand.

“Then it’s decided, I lead the team, no more discussion.” Bramo looked at him, “If I die, then surrender.”

Why does this sound so much like an old general on stage with flags all over him?

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