Chapter 188, They've Been Mine From the Beginning
The farce ended with Crocker Jr. being arrested.
To Jason Morgan, this is a farce.
Morgan could only say that what Crocker Jr. said in the committee was nonsense.
Is it possible to carry out the struggle method that guy described?
It can be done, but there are prerequisites.
First of all, there must be external support. Otherwise, if we start something out of thin air and have no resources at hand, how can we do it? We have to get people to follow the strike and continue the struggle when the person in charge is on the run or hiding. We have to give people food and a way out.
Of course, Crocker Jr. was not unprepared for this. During the subsequent interrogation, he admitted that he had connections with Blackbird Heavy Industries.
But Jason Morgan scoffed at this.
Blackbird Heavy Industry provided supplies to support the resistance movement in Beiqing Valley from a distance of tens of thousands of miles? It was not just the distance, the terrain difference was even greater. From Beiqing Valley to the west of the continent, you had to cross mountains and ridges and pass through the Western Desert, which was impossible. The proper trade route had to go through the Central Province directly controlled by the Alliance.
Not to mention the transportation capacity and cost, the alliance is not blind, it cannot be that easy.
Moreover, external support is only one of them.
The key to the success of the resistance movement envisioned by Crocker Jr. is whether he can get the support of local residents.
If you want to hide, you have to be able to hide. Let alone whether these landlords can endure hardships, even if they can endure hardships, people still need to eat and have a place to live.
If the alliance under Governor Gu was a brutal regime that made the people miserable and full of resentment; if Crocker Jr. and the other plantation owners were the reincarnations of Bodhisattvas, they were very kind to the farmers under their rule, and if I had a bite to eat, you would have a bite to eat...
If that's the case, they can still have a chance to organize a resistance movement. The four million people in the Beiqing Valley area support them, so they can really hide and continue to stir up trouble and mobilize the masses to resist.
What's wrong with bloody suppression? Kill the leaders, and new ones will emerge; kill a group of people, and new ones will emerge. The more you suppress, the more hatred and resistance there will be.
But that’s not the problem.
The large number of refugees in Qinggu area are almost unable to survive. The alliance has set up a mutual aid association to relocate refugees to Shuangcheng in batches; those who have not yet relocated are at least given food to eat, no matter where the food comes from, anyway, the civil affairs officers of the alliance are constantly making their presence felt; if you get sick, you can get treatment...
The militia was also formed with the help of the alliance's military observers, using arms provided by the alliance to maintain peace in the area.
In the past, the landlords were not cruel, but they were not kind either.
Four million Qinggu people are waiting in line for the quota to enter the Shuangcheng area. Who would listen to you and start a resistance movement?
Hiding? Someone could report it in a minute, and if you sell it, you might get a reward and become a city dweller.
Moreover, let’s not talk about things that are so far away. Little Kroc dreamed that he was the chairman of a mutual aid association, but he couldn’t even control the mutual aid association.
When Jason Morgan came from the manor next door, he really came alone. When he arrived at the gate of Crocker Manor, the gate opened automatically. He grabbed a small captain of the militia on guard and asked him where Little Crocker was. After a slight hesitation, he pointed him in the direction.
When they arrived at the entrance of the conference hall, there were many militiamen with guns and live ammunition guarding the entrance. A group of people blocked the entrance but were very hesitant. Jason Morgan walked in without saying a word. The rifles were crossed in front of him and blocked his way, so he just pushed them away. As a result, none of the militiamen came up to him to use force.
Even after he walked over, he turned around and gave a call. In the name of the alliance, the captains guarding the door looked at each other and actually led their men to follow him into the conference hall.
When Little Crocker was arrested and dragged away, he still felt that Jason Morgan had planned it in advance and had placed people in his manor in advance, ready to take action at this time.
I swear to God, Jason Morgan really didn't put any people in place.
He heard the news and came. Then all the militiamen surrendered. What to do?
In other words, is there a possibility: from the beginning to the end, there were no your people, and these people were all mine from the beginning?
With this level of ability, why bother carrying out non-violent resistance movements and striving for negotiating capital with the alliance... that's enough.
Jason Morgan's evaluation of Crocker Jr. is that he is a young man who took over the assets of his predecessors, has great ambitions but no practical ability, can only dream big and is seriously out of touch with reality.
Of course, Jason Morgan didn't kill Crocker Jr.
House arrest and detention are enough. If he is really guilty in the future, he will be tried by the Union Court, and he will not do this job.
In the conference hall, the so-called members of other mutual aid societies all woke up from their dreams when they saw little Kroc being dragged out by the people who should have been his trusted subordinates.
Not to mention those who were already quite sober and thought that Little Kroc was going crazy, the others who were really aroused by Little Kroc's remarks and did not want to lose their wealth and initiative were now silent.
From the militia’s rebellion… no, it cannot be called a rebellion. From the beginning to the end, they prioritized obedience to alliance officials over obedience to mutual aid association members.
If the armed forces don't obey, what else is there to say?
Now, they could only be thankful that when Little Crocker was talking nonsense just now, Jason Morgan came before they had time to join in the noise, otherwise how embarrassing it would be now.
Fortunately, Jason Morgan did not pursue the matter any further.
He took advantage of the committee meeting convened by Crocker Jr. to bring up the topic of how to ensure the subsequent supply of materials needed by the alliance army, including the militia groups that were assembled and deployed in a unified manner.
The Central Army Group heading south has a total of seven division-level units and more than 50,000 regular soldiers; the militia group in the Beiqing Valley area will be assembled to a scale of about 150,000. The relevant material supply is a major problem, and we have to plan supply teams, allocate vehicles, repair roads, and prepare materials...
A lot of things on my mind.
Jason Morgan no longer cared about the incident caused by Little Kroc. What concerned him most was how to deal with the follow-up work.
The committee members spoke enthusiastically, offering suggestions one after another. One said how much food I can provide, another said how many workers I can mobilize to build roads; one said my manor could be used as a gathering point, another said my manor is suitable for a material distribution hub...
After their minds became clear, the committee members turned into activists one by one.
As Mr. Morgan himself said, everyone should show loyalty in an appropriate way.
So our loyalty now is quite absolute!
However, their "loyalty" was soon tested once again.
A militia captain rushed in from outside.
He was a little hesitant at first when he looked at the situation on the scene, but Jason Morgan asked him to speak frankly, so he told him the situation directly.
It turned out that the patrol team outside had sent back an alarm that a huge wave of deformed monsters was about to attack Crocker Manor.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or something, but these monsters arrived at the right time.
The northern part of Qinggu was relatively less affected by the wave of aberrations, but there were some. The main habitat of these monsters was the forest.
The dense wilderness that almost covered the entire Daqing Valley area was connected in all directions. And those mutant monsters grew and grew stronger in the forest, and also attacked everywhere through the forest.
In the Qinggu area, there is no distinction between the front and the back when dealing with the invasion of the aberration monster wave. As long as you are at the edge of the forest or not too far from the forest, there is danger.
The Qinggu region is said to have a population of tens of millions, but with such a small population in an area of more than six million square kilometers... it can really be called a sparsely populated area. Except for the scattered plantations and the roads connecting the plantations, most of the other areas are basically wilderness, a place that humans cannot touch.
It's normal for a group of freak waves to appear out of nowhere.
In the conference hall, the committee members who had just expressed their loyalty one by one and shown how loyal they were, all fell silent.
Someone stammered, "How about... evacuating first? The defense of Crocker Manor is pretty good, but we can't do much if we stay here. Why don't we go back to our homes first, and the militia try to defend Crocker Manor for a while, and then work together to repel this wave of enemies when reinforcements arrive?"
Someone took the lead, and others followed:
"Yes, yes, Mr. Morgan, you don't have to stay here, let's retreat together..."
Jason Morgan just raised his hand: "Gentlemen, gentlemen."
After two consecutive shouts, everyone calmed down.
He continued, "We are not going anywhere today. We are right here. Our work is not over yet. Little Crocker has created an opportunity for us. It is not easy to gather such a full committee meeting. We must take this opportunity to finalize some of the next work. Otherwise, it will be a bit difficult to gather everyone together next time."
After a pause, he continued: "As for the enemy we are going to face next...we must have full trust in the militia forces we have assembled. I am confident in the defense of Crocker Manor."
"We will never let our warriors face the enemy alone. We must stand with them. This is also our way of showing loyalty to the Governor. I believe everyone is unwavering in this."
"Am I right?"
Everyone was silent.
If you want to die, why do you take us with you?
That's the aberration wave!
We have also heard the news that the captain just reported!
There are at least more than a hundred thousand monsters coming in a mighty force!
How many militiamen are there in Crocker Manor? This is indeed the headquarters of the Mutual Aid Association. There are two refugee camps around it, with a population of more than 500,000. But despite this, the entire Beiqing Valley area is still too large. There are 100,000 militiamen stationed in the area, and the number of militiamen nearby is no more than 10,000. And the number of militiamen in Crocker Manor is no more than 5,000!
Facing a wave of 100,000 distorted monsters, it would be difficult to stop them even with a wall!
Generally speaking, when encountering such a situation, the militia is asked to hold the position, then personnel are evacuated, and forces are continuously mobilized from the surrounding areas to deal with the situation.
If we really can't hold on... then we can evacuate as many people as possible, and just give up here.
What else can I do?
Why is Jason Morgan so crazy that he wants to stay here?
Morgan didn't bother to explain to them.
Crocker Manor and the two surrounding refugee camps have a total of 500,000 people, making it a densely populated area in the Northern Qinggu region. It's easy to say evacuate people, but what does 500,000 people mean? How can it be easily evacuated?
These people are just cowards.
How could the current militia be the same as they had in their old concept? After receiving military assistance from the alliance, their firepower was much stronger than the armed forces they had formed themselves.
There's no need to worry too much.
He continued to preside over meetings and arrange work.
This work meeting would not last long and would not be completed in a few hours. At night, everyone went to rest with heavy hearts, as they expected to continue the meeting the next day.
It would take just two or three days to finalize the whole thing.
However, by the next morning, something started to go wrong.
In just one morning, two lines of defense in the front were lost.
This even forced Jason Morgan to temporarily interrupt the committee meeting and let the committee members discuss it among themselves. He then pulled together a military observer who had just arrived from the army last night to discuss the situation on the front line.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be penetrated so easily.
However, the military observer's explanation made Jason Morgan, a semi-military blind man, understand a little bit the seriousness of the current situation.
"...This cluster of deformed monsters cannot be viewed with the scattered perspective we had before. In addition to their huge number, there are many advanced mutants among them."
"If it were just ordinary abscess monsters, they would be easy to deal with; but there are a lot of abscess ejectors among them, and there is a super-heavy monster that is over three meters tall and has a lower body that wriggles like a rotten worm. It is positioned like a biological artillery with a shooting range of more than ten kilometers. The frontal bombardment will bring extremely strong corrosiveness. Even if it does not corrode to death, the bombed area will temporarily be untenable. This has a great impact on our defense line."
"There is also a large-scale biochemical hound that is over 1.5 meters long. It is very fast and spits out corrosive pus from its mouth. In close combat, it is very difficult for the militia to fight against it."
After hearing this, Jason Morgan had a headache.
He thought for a moment and said, "I want to go to the front line to take a look."
"Okay." The military observer took him to the front line.
Of course, it was not too close to the front line. He saw the tragic scene through a telescope about two kilometers away, across the third front line where a firefight was going on.
In half an hour, at least three hundred militiamen were killed or wounded.
Obviously, this line of defense can no longer hold.
Jason Morgan had no way to continue watching, so he was pulled into the car by the military observer and ran back.
He didn't stop until he reached the fourth line of defense.
This was the last line of defense outside Crocker Manor, consisting of trenches, foxholes, and small forts built with sandbags. Further back was the manor wall.
Morgan is in a heavy mood now.
Damn it, is there really going to be a big wave just after I boasted?
(End of this chapter)
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