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Chapter 341: Chapter 239: Swallowing Ji State (Second Update)_2

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The clear sound of the safety being released rang out, and at the sound, two supervisory soldiers instinctively turned their heads to look back.

Then they saw Duwa raising his rifle at them, which left them in utter shock.

One of them was quick to react, immediately flipping over to take cover, but the other was too slow.

The next second, bullets streamed out, piercing several holes through this supervisory soldier in an instant.

Up until the moment of his death, he wore an expression of disbelief, unable to fathom that these ordinary soldiers would dare to kill a member of the supervisory team.

Duwa, holding his gun, was about to search for the other supervisory soldier who had dashed around the corner and into a trench.

But he found his target already lying in a pool of blood, attacked by another squad of soldiers.

That group of soldiers kept drawing their bayonets, stabbing the supervisory soldier over and over again in a vengeful frenzy, all the while cursing loudly.

“For skimping on our rations, for not caring if we live or die, for your damned arrogance, I’ve had enough today, I’m rebelling. To hell with it, I’ll surrender to the Jieke Group rather than serve you bastards any longer.”

Only when the screams of the supervisory soldier finally faded did the group of soldiers look up. They turned to Duwa and said, “Brother, I’m sick of their shit. Let’s rebel.”

Duwa clenched his teeth audibly, nodded emphatically, and, through gritted teeth, said, “Let’s rebel against them, we won’t serve the Chan Country Government anymore, we want to live.”

At this moment, Duwa’s comrades also stood up, shouting angrily, “Enough of this, if we lose our heads, so what? It’ll just leave a scar. I’m sick of eating bark and roots.”

The commotion attracted a large number of soldiers, who emerged from their trenches and bunkers. Hearing the shouts and roars, they too joined in the fiery uproar.

“Rebel against them!”

“We want food, we want bread.”

“I’m done with this damn war, I want to eat.”

The pent-up anger and frustration of being besieged for so many days finally burst forth, and the soldiers rallied behind Duwa en masse.

As they advanced, the rebelling group swelled with more soldiers joining along the way, sending ripples of unrest through the entirety of Jinlao Mountain.

The fact that the Chan Country Army stationed on Jinlao Mountain had resisted mutiny until now was testament to their strong will.

After all, most of their families lived under the jurisdiction of the Chan Country Government, and the soldiers feared that surrendering would bring trouble to their loved ones.

But as things escalated, discontent reached a breaking point, much like a torrential flood that couldn’t be contained.

And when the mutiny erupted, the supervisory soldiers simply couldn’t suppress it, being beaten and forced into a retreat.

As for the high-ranking officers’ guards, facing the backlash of tens of thousands of soldiers was like a pebble in a surging tide—thrown in, it would barely cause a ripple before ultimately being swept away, joining the ranks of the rebels.

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The commander of the Jinlao Mountain operations was Major General Wu Dengkai of Chan Country, who was jolted awake by the noise outside and hastily went to the command center, where he received news of the soldiers’ mutiny.

“What? What’s going on?”

Wu Dengkai was dumbstruck, aware that prolonged encirclement could lead to war-weariness and dissatisfaction among the troops.

But he had thought at most, the soldiers would surrender to the Jieke Group—now, the situation seemed wrong; they were coming after the senior officers themselves.

“Prepare the helicopter immediately, I need to leave.”

Shivering with fear, Wu Dengkai didn’t dare to face the rebellious soldiers to try to appease them. Instead, he wanted to flee the scene via helicopter right away.

Many officers shared his thoughts; most high-ranking officers were from influential local families in Chan Country, with virtually none having climbed their way up from the bottom.

If they made it back to the Chan Country Government territory, most could continue indulging in wealth and luxury, unwilling to surrender to the Jieke Group alongside the “lowly commoners.”

Wu Dengkai and a group of high-ranking officers ran to the helicopter landing zone in disgrace, many regretting their actions.

If they had known, they would have fled sooner, but fearing accountability from the Chan Country Government, they had not wanted to give up their power, resulting in their delay until this day.

“They’re running, those pampered officers are trying to run!”

The counterattacking soldiers witnessed this scene, which only fueled their anger even more. Feeling abandoned and betrayed, the soldiers opened fire directly at the airstrip.

Bullets killed many high-ranking officers who could not board the planes in time, and some who managed to get on helicopters were blown out of the slowly ascending aircraft by soldiers with rocket launchers, resulting in extremely heavy casualties on the scene.

“No, don’t.”

Wu Dengkai saw a rocket propelling straight toward him just as he had boarded the helicopter, his eyes wide open like bronze bells, fear making him wet his pants.

However, his life, amidst the brilliant explosion of the rocket, dissipated like fireworks regardless.

Minutes later, the majority of the high-ranking officers had been slaughtered by the enraged soldiers, leaving the scene in complete disarray.

…

Five kilometers away from Jinlao Mountain, Jieke Group soldiers were carrying out routine stationing duties here to prevent any breakout by the Chan Country Army.

Suddenly, many of the soldiers heard a flurry of footsteps.

The drones also spotted a large number of ragged soldiers approaching on the ground, numbered in the hundreds.

“Enemy attack.”

The Jieke soldiers immediately readied themselves for battle, but, curiously, these soldiers were not carrying any firearms and, instead, were raising their hands high, some even waving white fabric tied to sticks.

“What’s going on, this is surrender.”

The company commander stationed here gradually regained his composure, instructed his soldiers to hold their fire for now, and then relayed the message to the highest-ranking officer in the vicinity.

After some time, Liu Yingying arrived at the front line accompanied by a group of high-ranking officers.

She had come over today to inspect and was also arranging some logistical supplies for the area; she hadn’t expected to encounter this situation.

“Are you looking to surrender?”

Liu Yingying gazed at these emaciated soldiers covered in mud and dirt, many of whom were staggering as they walked, looking as if they might collapse at any moment.

“We wish to surrender, but I speak not just for myself, but for all fifty thousand soldiers at Jinlao Mountain… but there is one precondition to our surrender.”

Duwa looked at Liu Yingying, his heart somewhat apprehensive, afraid of being rejected.

“What condition?”

Liu Yingying stared intently at Duwa, already noting that he was not some high-ranking officer, lacking any kind of epaulettes or stars on his shoulders, just an ordinary soldier.

“Let us eat, let us eat to fullness.”

Duwa expressed his demand, for only those who have experienced hunger know how blissful it is to have a full stomach.

Liu Yingying was taken aback, having thought it would be something more serious.

“Just that, I agree to it.”

Without a second thought, Liu Yingying agreed immediately.

A smile appeared on Duwa’s face, and he saluted respectfully, loudly declaring, “On behalf of Chan Country’s 12th Infantry Division, 5th Infantry Division, 7th Infantry Division, 3rd Armored Brigade, and 19th Mechanized Infantry Division, I, Private First Class Duwa, officially surrender to the Jieke Group as of November 10th.”

“On behalf of the Jieke Group, I accept your surrender. Go and eat.”@@novelbin@@

Liu Yingying smiled, knowing what they needed most at this moment, and with a wave of her hand, she instructed that they be taken to eat.

An hour later, hundreds of Jieke Group logistics support vehicles rolled grandly up Jinlao Mountain without encountering any resistance along the way; Chan Country Soldiers simply stood by the road, watching the convoy with longing eyes.

As the support vehicles stopped and the cargo holds opened up, baskets of steaming buns, congee with meat, sausages, jams, and hot dishes and soups were brought out, and cheers filled the air instantly.

Soon after, rifles were discarded in piles on the ground, turning into small mounds, as Chan Country Soldiers surrendered to the Jieke Soldiers in large numbers, then eagerly devoured the food with ravenous hunger.

With this, the more than a month-long effort by the Chan Country Government’s most elite fifty thousand soldiers came to an end. They surrendered to the Jieke Group in exchange for some spent artillery shells and a satisfying meal.

At the same time, this meant that the last resistance force in Ji State had vanished.

Ji State, the wealthy industrial state of Chan Country, officially fell under the control of the Jieke Group.

When this news spread, Chan Country was shaken, Southeast Asia was shaken, the whole world was shaken.

No one had expected the war to progress so rapidly; in just under a month, the Jieke Group had swept through the entirety of Ji State with a formidable force, killing over ten thousand enemies, capturing fifty thousand, and decisively determining the outcome of the conflict.