A thousand people in the small town, most hiding inside their rooms. Searching from the air is indeed troublesome and time-consuming. If it takes too long, unexpected changes might occur, something Luo Zheng is unwilling to see. But Luo Zheng is curious about the identity of this lieutenant general. Jackson didn't introduce him, and Luo Zheng, thinking about it, didn't bother to ask further, saying in a deep voice, "That's simple, use tear gas to drive them out of the buildings and into the open area outside the town."
Although most of the small town is Chinese, in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken. Jackson's eyes lit up and looked at the lieutenant general, who nodded, the stern look on his face easing a bit, and continued to ask, "Driving people out is easy. We've prepared rubber bullets. Without harming anyone, it can be done in an hour, but identifying targets will still take a considerable amount of time."
