The sound of an airplane flying rapidly through the air rang out.
People came and went on the streets of the city in Ohio where the United States Eastern Government was located.
However, upon hearing the whistling sound of the plane, everyone, as if they had practiced countless times, instantly turned and hid in the surrounding buildings and houses.
In reality, they had indeed practiced countless times; no, it shouldn't be called practice, but rather countless real combat experiences.
Ever since the American West Government developed airplanes, the war situation in the United States completely changed.
Mr. Dutch Van der Linde, who had no shame, always liked to use planes to bomb the front lines, military camps, cities, and even the United States Eastern Government a dozen times, and only after the United States Eastern Government's army suffered heavy losses would he send his Tank troops to enter the city and occupy positions.
The war between the two sides was not on the same level from the very beginning.
One was an old-fashioned American army with only bolt-action rifles, at most an old tube cannon, whose main combat method was trench warfare, and having a Molotov cocktail was considered top-tier equipment.
The other had planes and Tanks leading the way, bombing indiscriminately, machine guns sweeping, pinning down the opposing side, and in densely populated areas, they would call for air support or direct ultra-long-range artillery support. Moreover, it was a situation where 'I can hit you, but you can't hit me.'
Once Mr. Van der Linde attacked, he would build bunkers, making it impossible for the American Army to retake positions there…
His rogue and terrifying fighting style had literally dragged the American soldiers into hell!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh…"
The whistling sound of bombs falling through the air rang out, a sound that almost echoed throughout the entire city.
"Run, the bombs are falling again!"
"sh*t! Dutch Van der Linde, that devil, he doesn't care about the lives of his compatriots, he's bombing the city indiscriminately! Who would dare to follow him with this kind of operation?"
"During the American Civil War, neither side bombed cities. Dutch Van der Linde is despising human rights! Damn him, truly damn him, I will never agree to him becoming the President of the United States!"
Everyone on the street ran around frantically like madmen, looking for places to hide.
The city where the new government of Ohio was located had been subjected to continuous bombing during this period. Mr. Dutch Van der Linde seemed to have completely torn off his disguise of benevolence. He disregarded the civilians in the city and carried out inhumane attacks on the city day and night.
He even rationalized it by saying he couldn't bear to let his own soldiers' families be ruined, so he had to be ruthless towards the enemy! To let his own soldiers sacrifice less!
And his actions undoubtedly aroused strong resistance and hostility from the people of the East.
But what they said didn't count. The American people who had defected to the West didn't care about the lives of these former beneficiaries. When they were making money, they didn't include us; when Mr. Van der Linde stood up for us, you opposed us; when we ran over together, you still wanted to cut ties with us. Now that we've attacked, you blame us for being ruthless?
Where in the world is there such a principle?
When you were making money, why didn't you think about our lives?
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Dense bombs fell into the city, shattering rooftops, destroying roads, and breaking the backbone of the Easterners.
The old United States Eastern Government supporters, who had just been cursing the 'Western devils' everywhere, were now trembling and lying on the ground inside the surrounding buildings, hiding from the bomb attacks.
The densely falling bombs blasted them until they were no longer frantic, no longer making trouble, and even stopped cursing. One by one, they obediently squatted in their houses, waiting for the bombing to end, and their facial expressions began to show some changes.
"Still bombing, bombing every day! Why can't they take down the United States Government sooner? Let's just settle down quickly!"
"Oh my! President Theodore is simply a fool, is there still a need for these two sides to fight? Just surrender!"
"Ahaha, my son died on the battlefield, killed by a plane from that devil Van der Linde! I will not forgive him, I will never support him!"
"What are you, a nobody! Do you need your support? Mr. Van der Linde has planes, Tanks, artillery, and machine guns. He won't miss you if you're gone, and he won't gain anything if you're there. Does your support or lack thereof affect him?"
This group of Easterners, who had just been cursing Mr. Van der Linde everywhere, were no longer cursing him, but had started cursing the United States Eastern Government.
The change in people's hearts was so exaggerated.
But Mr. Van der Linde's operations were not limited to this.
At this time, in Indiana, a state bordering Ohio, in its largest city.
Mr. Arthur Morgan, Mr. Van der Linde's Army General, was currently organizing urban transformation.
"Arthur!" John, with a buzz cut, ran over quickly. This 'Wolf Nibbler' had become much more composed now, and he also had a sharp temperament about him. Overall, John's progress was quite rapid.
"Are you done hanging the capitalists?" Arthur didn't even turn his head.
He was looking at the city's summary report in his hand.
Dutch had said that all large enterprises must be nationalized, meaning they would belong to the Van der Linde Gang, so Arthur was very active in urban summarization, even trying not to bomb factories when arranging air raids, to avoid losses for their Van der Linde Gang.
"No, there are too many people, Arthur. You have no idea how bad these people are. sh*t! Even a small company supervisor has a large group of people accusing him of raping their wives. Now there aren't enough ropes to hang them!" John said angrily.
You wouldn't know until you came to the East, and once you came, you'd be shocked. The class pressure in these Eastern societies was even more suffocating, layer upon layer. As long as these people had a little bit of power, they would become utterly inhumane devils.
"Then use machine guns to sweep them! John, you need to learn to be flexible!" Arthur looked up and reprimanded John.
This kid, John, was just too honest and inflexible.
"You're right, Arthur. Oh, by the way, Dutch sent a message." John nodded indifferently.
He had recently figured out how to deal with this skunk, Arthur.
That was to go along with him, to say 'right' to everything he said, and 'good' to everything he said. Since Arthur Morgan liked to be a know-it-all, then just pretend to obey.
As expected, John's attitude pleased Arthur. He even patted John's shoulder and said, "Oh, John, you know what? This period has been the best time I've felt since I've known you for so long. All right, what does Dutch want now? Sh*t, I'm about to die from overwork!"
"Dutch said it's time for the Veteran Club to start making its move.
He said that all Veterans in the United States are Veterans, and since they are Veterans, Mr. Van der Linde must take responsibility.
So, Arthur, Dutch wants you to start the Veteran Club plan in these frontline cities. Completely break down the fighting spirit of these Easterners!" John's mind was indeed much sharper; he could actually remember most of Dutch's words.
"sh*t! This is simply too despicable, Dutch." Arthur felt like he couldn't even look Dutch directly in the eye anymore.
Over the past two months, the European naval war had been a complete mess, and they hadn't been idle either. From Ohio down to Virginia, they had completely become a turtle in the jar for their Van der Linde Gang, just waiting for the final harvest.
Because of Mr. Van der Linde's aerial bombardment of Ohio, the United States New Eastern Government had no choice but to relocate its government again, moving it to New York.
However, it was expected that in about a week, they would have to move again, because once the Van der Linde Party's troops occupied Ohio, they would send planes to bomb it.
The Van der Linde Party's weapons were simply too advanced. Using World War II weapons to fight the United States, which was not even at World War I level, was simply a slaughter.
The United States Eastern Government was complaining bitterly, unable to hold onto even their land and factories.
And American capital realized for the first time that no matter how rich they were, they were still useless in the face of true military might.
What good was it to have money, factories, and workers? When the Van der Linde Party's troops arrived, factories, money, and workers were all forcibly confiscated. These big bosses behind the scenes either fled quickly or waited to be tried for their crimes, with the final decision being prison or the gallows.
But now, the European naval war had almost cut off all escape routes, leaving them with nowhere to use their money and making it difficult to escape this terrifying capitalist slaughterhouse.
Mr. Van der Linde's judgment of the powerful and accumulation of wealth was simply the most terrifying nightmare for these capitalists.
And now, Europe was also in chaos, Asia was also in chaos, and Mexico was under dictatorial rule. They had nowhere to run!
However, they were anxious, and the current United States Eastern Government was even more anxious.