Son of Marvel’s God

Chapter 1163: Federation and Insurgents

Everyone in the room sat together, and the fireplace in the corner exudes enough temperature to ensure everyone's body temperature.

At night, the temperature will gradually drop. The people here are already very poor, and even the clothes to keep out the cold are quite scarce.

Even this kind of sturdy house is quite few, and some people can only choose to live in the basement.

Don't think the basement is a comfortable place, damp, dark and airtight, it can definitely kill people.

The reason for this choice is entirely because of the high pressure of the federal government.

The peasants responsible for farming here cannot pay taxes.

At the same time, the rioters also took a lot of resources from these poor farmers.

To say that they participated in the riots is nothing but a crime.

Those federal militias could not find a target for venting their hatred, and could not find those who want to commit atrocities, so they could only find angry farmers who could not get away.

They don't even have clear evidence that these farmers have a direct relationship with judges.

It was just a subjective intention or wishful thinking, and a conviction was given,

This kind of thing is not uncommon on the entire colonized planet Keha.

Of course, it only happens in this kind of country roads that are almost irrelevant. The situation in big cities is actually much better than here. The main riots happened in these small places.

Large cities are protected by armed forces and well-equipped militias, which are not places where rioters can invade.

The farmers cheered and regarded Mark as their hero, but Mark had no idea how to deal with the blank face, and he couldn't even remember his name.

There was a voice in the darkness, calling out, the voice repeating a word forever.

The word is Mark!

The farmers around hadn't seen Mark's face at all, so they asked quickly.

"Boy, where did you come from to kill an elite Marine with one blow, it's great!"

"I don't know. After I woke up I found out that I was here. My name should be Mark."

"Mark? It's a really good name, it sounds very meaningful."

"No, Mark will be the hero of our town in the future."

"Everyone toast Mark."

There is no culture at all, and farmers who only know that they are farming raised their cups.

The rest of their lives just want to celebrate wantonly.

After all, in Angus's anti-federal war, they were just a bunch of ants.

...

After the carnival night, Mark was already awake. He looked at the clear sky outside, and just about to stretch his waist, he heard the roar of the machine coming from a distance.

Mark looked intently and found that it was a convoy. There was a group of people in the front of the convoy with missing guns in their hands.

Mark was worried whether his accomplice came yesterday, and he rushed to the room and directly picked up a gun in the corner of the room.

He didn't know why he used a gun, but he just felt that way.

He aimed at the load in one go, as long as the opposite person dared to fire at him, he would immediately fight back.

But before the convoy approached the room, a figure rushed out and snatched the gun from Mark's hand.

"What are you doing? We can't afford to offend those guys."

It was the farmer who took in Mark last night. Mark still doesn't know his name until now.

"Why?" Mark didn't understand why these guys couldn't afford to offend and killed a federal militia yesterday. Why can't these people be killed today?

"Let's talk about it first."

Two people entered the house, and the convoy drove past the house without stopping much.

After waiting for people to leave, the peasant said to Mark: "Those guys in the Federation are already at the end of the war. The cities near the rebels have been taken down by the rebels. Now it is no big deal even if we kill the militiamen of the Federation, but these guys. It’s not the same. These guys are rebels. You have to kill them. Tomorrow, the whole town will be wiped out."

After yesterday’s reception, otherwise the farmers who brought Mark had already learned about the specific situation. He knew that Mark had lost all his memories and did not know what the current situation was like, so he patiently explained the current situation to Mark.

Mark nodded thoughtfully.

"Then these rebels are for us?" Mark didn't know what to think, and suddenly asked this question.

The farmer snorted first, and then put on a distressed look on his face: "Where is it so easy? Those guys are not a good thing, they want to take food from us, and then continue to grow their team. .If we don’t give food or don’t give it in place, we don’t even think about living before.

Do you know why there are so many run-down empty houses here? Originally, the houses here all had owners, but in the end all of them were killed, just by these guys. Don't treat them all as good people, they are not much better.

After all, this is a struggle between big people, we are just little people who have been affected. You can watch more of the federal military bases on recent TV. Several places have been attacked and exploded. I won't say more about them. "

Mark didn't ask any more, and there would be no result if there were more, and he was just a farmer.

I turned on the old TV set silently, and the TV started playing after a while of snow drifting.

The latest news of the Federation was broadcast above. First, several military bases of the Federation were attacked, and secondly, the fall of a city located nearby.

The reason why Mark judged that it was a nearby city was entirely because of the map next to it. The map displayed on the TV was exactly the same as the map next to it. He was located to the south of the city, less than ten kilometers away, which was considered a city. Very close.

"The Federation will spare no effort to eliminate these rioters and vowed to fight these rioters to the last minute. Residents are requested not to do anything to support the rioters, otherwise they will be dealt with in accordance with the federal law. The following is the latest news from the Federation... "

Mark didn't keep watching. The next so-called news has nothing to do with him. I know, after this situation, Mark doesn't want to stay here.

According to the news, the Federation will soon dispatch troops to suppress the rebellion, and then it will also be attacked by the Federation army, and there have been crimes against the Federation militia before, and the Federation army will certainly not Let it go.

Although I don't know what the urinary **** of this army is, the danger is certain.

But I am penniless, and I don't know who I am, and where I can go from here.

The new question posed before Mark.

After thinking about it for half an hour, there was still no result, Mark gave up thinking altogether.

He walked to the farmland behind the house and said to the farmer who was hoeing: "Mr. Guice, when can we leave here?"

Farmer Gies took off the sun hat from his head, and threw his tools aside. Walked to the edge of the field and sat down, rested for a while, and drank two sips of water before saying to Mark, "What's the matter? Say you remember where your home is?"

"I just don't think it's safe here. Federal militiamen just came here. There must be administrative records in the Federation. If the militiamen die here, they will definitely be cleaned here. And the TV just said that the Federation will soon There will be big moves and troops will be sent to suppress it."

There was no need to go on full class anymore. Guise, who didn't know the news, was full of black lines and immediately rushed to the basement next to the farm.

Mark followed closely and followed him down the basement. In the basement there was a classic car and a huge agricultural mech.

This kind of agricultural mech is mainly used on harvest days, and usually stays quietly in the basement, reluctant to take it out for consumption.

Such a mecha is enough to use for an hour.

It can be seen that there is still a certain calling status in this small town, otherwise such important things will not be placed in his basement.

Guise kept gathering the surrounding tools, and finally he took out a box from the corner and stuffed it into the trunk of the classic car.

Keith originally planned to drive away directly, but when he thought of Mark standing there, it would be dangerous to go out alone. It would be different if he could take such a young and strong boy.

Alone and unarmed, he killed an elite Federal militia, and he was still wearing a powered combat uniform. This combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

When the time comes, I can guarantee my own safety on the road, which can be considered as an added protection to my life.

Although it is estimated that they will consume a lot of their own money at that time, it is better than being robbed or killed.

"Mark, you also come with me. We have to leave here quickly. The troops of the Federation are moving very fast. According to news reports, it will probably be here in a few hours. Can we escape this at that time? Province is still a problem." Guise shouted to Mark.

Mark didn't have any thoughts about this small town. He showed up here after he was sober. He also felt that it was not safe here, so he simply followed Guise.

The two got into the car and drove towards the end of the highway, only one direction, but no destination.

The idea is simple, that is to escape this town as soon as possible, of course, before leaving, he has destroyed everything, including his identification.

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