Chapter 840 Unlucky

The battle in Detroit was still fierce. In terms of combat effectiveness, these thugs were naturally not as good as the regular army (not counting the external forces that fanned the flames in the middle), but they were outnumbered.

The proportion of black people in Detroit's population was the highest among major cities in the northern United States, with a number close to 1 million. Even if one-tenth of them joined the riot, it would far exceed the attacking US soldiers. As for weapons, in addition to heavy weapons such as bazooka rockets, there were all kinds of weapons in the weapon stores everywhere. And who would dare to take their money at this time? It also required various complicated procedures. Just go in and rob.

With weapons in hand and sky-high rewards, the soldiers who dared not to provoke on weekdays in the eyes of these thugs have now become small gold mines running all over the ground, and many of them even took the initiative to attack US soldiers without caring about their lives.

On the roof of a building, two white men looked at the two groups of people who were in a stalemate on the street not far away and couldn't help but be amazed. "Tsk tsk, these idiots, let them set an ambush, why do they have to fight hard?"

Another person smiled disapprovingly. "After all, they have not received formal training, and the reward is too high, so naturally there will be people who value money over life. It seems that we have to help them, otherwise it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated." As he said that, he bent down and picked up a Springfield sniper rifle from the ground and set it on the edge of the roof.

"Fire! Fire!! We have suppressed them! Aim and shoot!" A US captain roared and asked his soldiers to increase their firepower. They had indeed suppressed the thugs on the opposite side. As long as they worked harder, they could be eliminated or forced to retreat. But he would rather 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.

"Eliminate them!" As soon as the voice fell, a huge force hit his right arm, and then he was pulled back two steps by the force and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"Shit!" The captain couldn't help but scream. Another soldier was about to help him up, but he fell to the ground with a scream, motionless, and his back was gradually stained with blood.

"Damn it!" The captain reacted instantly and warned 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 bunkers and dared not show their heads. The thugs on the opposite side saw that the firepower of the American soldiers had dropped sharply, so they bravely rushed over and threw a few grenades halfway.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The American captain who fell to the ground happened to avoid the explosion of the grenade. Looking at the thugs rushing over aggressively, he knew that he was in danger. He trembled and pulled out the pistol with his left hand, and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the thugs who had rushed through the bunker. Unfortunately, the M1911 pistol in his hand only had 7 rounds of ammunition, and he fired with his left hand, so he only hit one of the thugs and used up all the bullets.

"What are those guys going to do?"

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

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 barbaric guys." The two men on the roof spitted disdainfully, put away their guns, looked at the sun gradually setting in the distance, and leisurely lit a cigarette.

Because the power supply has not been restored, there are almost no lights in the city, only dim candlelight, and most homes have their curtains tightly drawn, almost no light can penetrate.

"The Americans should be in a lot of trouble, right?"

"Of course, this is their city, and they can't send planes and artillery to bomb it. They can only move forward at the risk of their lives. Tsk, tsk, unlucky guy."

"Do you think they will get ruthless and kill indiscriminately?"

"How is that possible? There are still many white people here. Even if they are determined to kill indiscriminately, it doesn't matter to us. We will sneak out then."

After two days of fierce fighting, the American soldiers gradually became bloodthirsty. All black people who appeared in their sight, whether they were rioters or not, were killed without mercy, which means that they assumed that all black people were rioters.

In this way, many innocent ordinary people died tragically under their guns, and others who could no longer bear it could only take up weapons to resist and deal with American soldiers in more cruel ways. Hanging is the lightest punishment. Those wounded and captured American soldiers will suffer all kinds of tortures worse than death; the two sides have formed a blood feud of either you or I.

In Washington, in the combat command center.

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

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

If Detroit was an enemy city, they would definitely use bombers and artillery to plow the entire city first, and then send tanks and other armored forces to fire at any problem. But now they are fighting on their home ground. Detroit is an American city, and there are still many American citizens in the city.

"The captured thugs confessed that they would get a reward of 5,000 US dollars for every soldier they killed. These guys seem to be crazy."

"..."What a vicious method. President Wilkie naturally understands the truth that "a big reward will attract brave men". Five thousand dollars is not a small amount, enough to drive some people crazy.

Someone in the corner whispered. "Why don't we pay them to surrender?"

President Wilkie couldn't help but roll his eyes. What a stupid idea. How much money do they have to pay to make these thugs lay down their weapons and surrender? It must be more than their mastermind. Even if they pay 6,000, how many people are there on the other side, 100,000 or 200,000 people, how much money will it add up? "Isn't this equivalent to bowing to those thugs and compromising?! There can only be one end for these thugs, that is, execution!!"

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 permission would be killed; most of the residents in the city did not dare to evacuate without permission."