Chapter 138
As the white spaceship left, some people lost hope, some people had no scruples, some people began to get restless, and some people came up with new ideas.
It was as if a hand had scattered a handful of catalysts of desire in the world. In the once tranquil air, something suddenly became restless, and the power that had been secretly accumulated for a long time showed a tendency to explode.
On the afternoon of the second day after the spaceship left, a civilian of a certain alien race suddenly flew into a rage when he was checked by the National Protection Army on the street. He grabbed a soldier who was only as tall as his waist and threw him to the ground. The soldier's head immediately shattered like a watermelon hitting a wall, and red and white blood sprayed all over the ground.
Afterwards, the alien was also hit by a sieve in a round of volleys, but this incident seemed to turn on a switch. Alien attacks occurred one after another, and more than a dozen soldiers were killed in them, and thirty or forty people were seriously injured.
It was only at this time that people seemed to realize that without the power of weapons, the superior Celestial Race would actually be so vulnerable in front of alien races.
In order to ensure their own safety, the National Defense Army began to adopt a more repressive policy. Although most alien races obeyed their suppression with fear and resentment, it attracted a more violent backlash. One afternoon, a dozen good-looking and well-off sub-humans working in a dance hall hijacked several cars and rushed into the central street with the largest flow of people in the Celestial Race, causing countless casualties. They then ignited several barrels of oil carried in the car. Along with the huge explosion, there was a crazy laughter that frightened the humans.
That afternoon, in a crowded subway station, two filthy gangsters crawled into the underground sewer. When they were discovered, they threw two glass bottles as thick as their arms, which they had been holding carefully in their arms to the ground. White smoke came out and quickly spread to the surroundings. When people were screaming and dodging, they saw the two gangsters closest to the smoke scratching their faces with blood, screaming.
On that day, more than 20,000 people died in the subway station due to being trampled, squeezed, and poisoned by poison gas. The exact number of casualties could not be counted because many people jumped off the platform in panic and were crushed into a bloody mess by the trains that they had no time to avoid.
Ten minutes later, all subways in Yunan City were suspended and martial law was imposed in the city. All aliens walking on the streets were severely interrogated and searched by the National Protection Army and patrol officers. Any disobedience would be roughly arrested and detained for interrogation. Many who made minor mistakes or spoke out against the government were shot dead in the street. Even the Celestials were subjected to unprecedented strict control.
On this day, a steady stream of corpses were sent to the incinerator on the outskirts of the city, and the billowing black smoke did not stop all night.
As for ordinary people, no matter they were from the Celestial Clan or other races, they felt for the first time that their lives were in such danger. They huddled at home with the doors closed, but still could not feel much sense of security. Except for the carefree children who could still sleep peacefully, the older people could hardly close their eyes and rest peacefully. The men even stood guard at their doors all night with kitchen knives or iron bars.
In the early morning of the next day, before the sun rose, many people saw flames rising to the sky from the south side of the city. Those who lived nearby could only hear the sound of gunfire like popping beans, and cries and screams pierced the night sky and could be heard from far away.
The omniscient Internet seemed to be dumb and blind at this time, and not a single piece of news spread. The keyboard warriors who used to love to point fingers and wish the whole world could hear their voices were now as quiet as chickens, pretending that they did not exist at all.
The sun rose as usual.
After daybreak, some people had to leave their homes for work. On the huge screen several meters high in the square, the beautiful and gentle female host was crying as she condemned the aliens who caused the bloody massacre and the first subway station massacre, condemning their ungrateful, heartless, and inhumane cruelty. Then, the screen showed the crying faces of the victims' families, the bewildered faces of the victims' young children, and some people holding candles and white flowers, spontaneously mourning the victims near the scene of the incident .
Then, as usual, there was news of prosperity and peace , as if the whole country was positive and getting better, and only a small number of evil people with evil intentions wanted to destroy it all, but their actions were doomed to be futile.
As usual.
People who really had nothing to do with these events - whether they were humans or aliens, did not say a single extra word after watching the news. They just looked at each other, lowered their heads silently, and went their separate ways.
The insects stopped chirping, the birds stopped singing, everything became so silent and submissive.
But in this silence, a rumor quietly spread - last night, Meng Juxing, the commander of the Third Army of the National Defense Army, quietly entered the palace, and two hours later, four blocks in the south of the city where a large number of foreign races gathered and where a certain resistance army's base camp was located were all bombed flat. In the roar of artillery fire, not even a complete brick was left.
Meng Juxing of the Third Legion was the main executor of the Bloody Tulip Massacre on the eve of the spacecraft's landing. He was the most loyal and cold-blooded killer under the Führer Kahar. In terms of killing, Lin Qingsi was far from being comparable to him.
People had no way of verifying the truth of the rumor because the entire area was blocked off.
But this proves that the rumors may not be false.
Among these passers-by, many of the foreigners were heartbroken after hearing the news, but on the surface, their expressions were more respectful and humble.
In the following month, not only in the imperial capital, but also in the entire Tulip Country, the number of humans and aliens killed has exceeded 100,000. People die every day, and no place feels safe. Even in the two countries of Cattlan and Snowden, there are more and more conflicts.
People don’t understand why life has become like this?
They only know that, as if they woke up overnight, they had fallen from a peaceful and happy life into a situation full of dangers. People dare not go out, dare not go to the supermarket, dare not send their children to school. Although they have to leave their homes due to life pressures, most people on the streets wrap themselves up tightly and rush to and from the streets. If a conflict occurs somewhere, people's reaction is no longer to gather around to watch the excitement, but to run as far as possible at the first moment, just regretting that their parents did not give them two legs.
The hardliners led by Yang Siyu and the Third Army originally wanted to control all alien races. Under the pressure of the crisis, many humans expressed the same wish, so the parliament and the head of state passed this resolution as quickly as possible.
But in less than six hours, they withdrew the resolution at the fastest speed in history.
The reason was simple - although the aliens were of low status, they had already infiltrated every aspect of people's lives. Without them, people soon found that not only their lives were threatened, but they could not even live a normal life.
In almost all places, the most difficult, tiring, dirty and least willing jobs are performed by foreigners. These jobs may seem insignificant, but they are directly related to everyone's basic life.
In the past, the people of Zhongwu Star did not have this awareness.
People don't thank the cleaners, but only scold them harshly when the garbage is not cleaned up; people don't thank the construction workers, but only despise the dust on their bodies and the dirt on their nails; people don't thank the rescue workers who enter various dangerous places, but only take these things for granted.
——Because on Zhongwu Star, those who do these jobs are servants. Even if the noble Celestials are already poor and destitute, even if they are heavily in debt, even if they can't even afford to eat, they would rather become homeless or beggars and thieves than "lower their status" to do these jobs. In their eyes, these people are not important, but they are usually annoying when they see them. Some people even insult or beat these staff members for no reason.
But when the aliens were detained, controlled, expelled and even killed on a large scale, people suddenly found that life was full of inconveniences everywhere - the trash cans outside were full, but no one was there to empty them; the streets were full of garbage and sewage, but no one came to clean them up; the toilets at home were blocked, but no one was there to unclog them; the new house was ready for occupancy, but the decorator was nowhere to be found; the electricity in several nearby streets was completely cut off, and it had not been repaired for most of the day; a house suddenly caught fire, and many people gathered around and heard people crying and asking for help from inside, but they looked at each other, not daring to do anything and not knowing how to save it. Not to mention that many factories stopped working and reduced production, and the upstream and downstream capital chains were broken, and every minute cost countless money.
Just as people previously supported the hard-line resolution, they are now opposing it with an even more vehement attitude.
Faced with overwhelming protests and huge economic losses, the parliament withdrew its previously issued resolution in an embarrassing manner, forcing the police and the military to release those "innocently affected, hardworking and sincere" civilians of other races, not to expand the parliament's policies and harm innocent people, not to affect normal production and life, and to do things in an orderly and well-founded manner.
The six-hour farce seemed to have come to an end, but the impact was far more than that.
During the six hours, the economic losses of mankind were visible. Although huge, they were not unbearable. Although society experienced a period of chaos, it was resolved in a very short time after the aliens were released on a large scale again.
But in just six hours - according to incomplete statistics from later generations - the population of the alien race dropped by about one-fifth.
Behind those numbers, countless lives have been lost.
Except for the war period in the early days of humanity's rise, this was the largest-scale massacre of alien races in human history.
