Death is the eternal theme of war. The screams when you are shot and the cry when you find yourself disabled are the background sounds. As for words like sacrifice and dedication, they are just inconspicuous sidenotes.
Through Xiong Linquan's narration, Xu Le learned about those who have left in the past few years of war. What is even more chilling is that in this bloody battle in the southwest mining area, more than 20 members of the first seven groups of the Seventeenth Division's NTR troops are now Less than ten people are still alive.
"Why were you transferred to NTR?" Xu Le spat out the wet tobacco in his mouth, frowned and asked, "You have been promoted to lieutenant colonel, which at least shows that you have not violated military discipline in the past three years. Gu Zi was willing to go to the cooking class, so there is no reason for him to be sent to the death squad."
"The temporary transfer order from the staff before the war. For some unknown reason, the upper management suddenly remembered the seven old groups of us, and under a single order, all of them were driven into the NTR. Halley took Hua Xiaosi to the base to make trouble once. It didn't work. We all knew there had to be something wrong with this thing."
Thinking of the Grey Harrier fighter jet in the rainy sky during the day, Xiong Linquan's face was ugly, and he continued to say in a deep voice, "It's just that they never thought that it was not enough for them, and they actually wanted to kill us directly."
"There must be something wrong." Xu Le squinted and looked at the abandoned mine, where the cranes appeared and appeared in the background of the weak artillery fire, and said in a slightly cold voice: "But no matter what the problem is , the federal military transferred you to the NTR, this matter itself is unforgivable."
"If it is the meaning of the highest level of the military, then they don't need our forgiveness at all, because no one has a way to deal with them, including the boss. You are now from the Empire, not the hero of the Federation, not the God of War. Personally selected successor, the destined teacher of the Seventeenth Division."
Xiong Linquan watched Xu Le silent for a moment, then changed the subject lightly and said, "According to your request, I appeased the imperial prisoner. I promised him to enter the safe area and let him leave."
After a pause, he laughed at himself and said, "But my imperial language is very bad, and I don't know if he understands it... Also, I remembered who Paul was. You said it twice after you came back from the empire last time, maybe he and I That imperial aunt is really a good person, but when I think that that guy may have killed his comrades on the battlefield, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart."
Regarding the feelings of the upper echelons of the federal military, as well as the changes in the camp, it was very simple to stop here. Xiong Linquan began to seriously report to Xu Le the current situation facing the army, and discussed what to do next.
This is the real soldier. No matter what kind of unexpected situation they encounter on the battlefield, even the most ugly, dirty, disgusting and shameless things, they can accept the reality as quickly as possible, get used to it, and then confront it until they finally defeat it. Reality.
"According to the scheduled route, after ten hours, we will be able to reach the outermost area of the southwest theater, where there is no protection from overhead lead clouds and high-density electronic turbulence, signal relay stations outside the atmosphere, and federal military satellites. , can easily capture our whereabouts, and then complete a deadly location attack, which is my biggest worry now."
Xu Le frowned and was silent for a moment, then said: "Staying in the Southwest Theater, you may encounter troops far stronger than us anytime, anywhere, which is equally dangerous. Let's go out first. If the charter shines, I will find a way. deal with."
In the minds of the federal people, no one can stand against the charter Guanghui, even in the star field of the Empire where the brilliance is dim, but Xiong Linquan did not have any shocked emotional reaction when he heard Xu Le's words.
After the storm, this burly man accepted the return of the boss from his heart, so he naturally returned to the state of mind of the year, firmly believing that the boss was omnipotent.
Cigarettes were lit in the abandoned graphite mine, faintly revealing a slight red light, Xiong Linquan frowned, lifted the dark shade and glanced forward, surprisingly, he did not reprimand in a low voice, on the contrary, his left hand was a little stiff.
Xu Le glanced into the tunnel along the gap, and in a very short moment when the fire light illuminated the pit wall, he saw that the cigarette in the mouth of Dongfang Yu on the stretcher was slowly burning, and the white hair on the sideburns of the middle-aged officer was tangled in one place, revealing The badly broken ear.
"Abandoned, deceived and hunted down, the seven groups of us have seen too much of the dark side of the federation before and can be calmer, but Dongfangyu is different, he has been following Du Shaoqing since he came out of the military academy, full of loyalty No, he should be in a bad mood now."
Xiong Linquan put down the heavy shading curtain and whispered to Xu Le: "You should still remember that his ears were cut off by Lao Bai Shengsheng with a knife, and he was disabled, so he didn't really listen to people's words. After staying in the abyss force for three years, his mentality is inevitably a little deformed, you don't care too much about his attitude during the day."
"I didn't expect you to speak for Dongfang. You know that I have never liked these perverts of Tie Qi Shi."
Xu Le frowned, looked at Xiong Linquan and said in a deep voice, "His ears were abolished by Lao Bai, which is a price that should be paid. I won't forget what he did on Huang Exing because of this. We are in seven groups. Just a pair of twin brothers, Xie Si died by the broken stream in 3320, Xie Wen can be said to have died in the hands of this guy."
Xiong Linquan was silent for a long time, stroked the flat thorns on his head, and said: "To live in a ghostly place like the front line and live normally, you must forget too many pictures of death. This time the troops are in the Southwest Theater. With so many brothers dead, the monkeys can still laugh so happily when they see you, that's all."
He looked at Xu Le and said, "I'm not trying to defend Dongfang, I just think this guy has had a really bad life. We've been in NTR for less than three months, and he's already going crazy. He's been here for three whole days. year."
Xu Le moved his right foot gently, stepped on a stone slowly, and said after a moment of silence, "That's right, people always have to look forward."
At 3:30 in the morning, before leaving the abandoned graphite mine camp, this lonely federal team held a pre-war meeting. Everyone was aware of the current dangerous situation, so the main purpose of this meeting was not to unify ideas or mobilize, Just to simply negotiate a result: where to go.
The upper echelons of the federal military want to destroy them for some reason, so now there is a sad and indignant reality. The area where the imperial troops have an advantage is safer for them, the federal soldiers.
But they can't roam in the empire's control area forever. In addition to the test of supply and ammunition, they may be surrounded and annihilated by the imperial army at any time.
"The picture of fighting alone is very tragic and powerful, but this kind of tragedy always ends in tragedy. It is better to avoid it."
Xu Le put down the can of military ration in his hand, handed it to the mountain cannon beside him, looked at the people in the tunnel and said with a smile: "I suggest bypassing the Pingliang Mountain area, after getting rid of the military's upper management, take the initiative and quickly move closer to the federal ground troops. There is no conspiracy that can make more than one million federal troops on Mohuaxing act together, as long as we are not killed on the spot, then there is a chance to tell the truth."
"The key is which ground troop is trustworthy. If we just lean over and find out that the ground troop is Hu Lian's direct descendant and is chasing us everywhere, it is equivalent to sending the protein meat to the mouth of the orphan, death. Don't be too ugly."
The people in the tunnel stared at the electronic military map in the dim light, and began to seriously think about the direction of the breakout. They had been lurking in Feige City for two months, without any information in their hands, and they didn't know what to choose.
"When the war in the southwest started, the 11th Division moved to the northern foot of Pingliang Mountain. According to the calculations for the past two months, this division is now stationed here."
An indifferent but tired voice suddenly sounded in the quiet tunnel. On the stretcher in the corner, Dongfang Yu struggled to hold up half of his body, pointed to the corner of the map with no expression, and said, "We should move closer to that side immediately."
"Why?" someone asked.
"The Eleventh Division and the Third Division are the main force in the attack on the Southwest Theater, and they are the direct line of the division commander. Even if Hu Lian could command them, he would definitely not dare to order these two divisions to kill us. Besides, I and the two division commanders used to Good relationship."
Dongfang Yu explained coldly: "The main area of the third division is in the northwest basin, which is too far from us, so we have to choose to move closer to the eleventh division."
Shan Pao looked at him and said with a sneer: "Be awake, even if you and those two division commanders had an old friendship before, but when did that happen? Now the other party is the division commander of the main federal division, and you are just like us in the NTR unit. Poor fellow counting the days, who still remembers you."
Dongfang Yu's haggard cheeks suddenly turned red, he glared at Shan Cano coldly, wanting to scold a few words, but for some reason he just closed his mouth and refused to speak again.
"I agree with Dongfang's opinion, and move closer to the eleventh division as quickly as possible."
At this time, to everyone's surprise, Xu Le expressed his approval, he looked at Dongfang Yu, and said, "I'm not optimistic about the friendship between you and the eleventh division, the key is that I believe Du Shaoqing brought it out. Troops and officers, they won't all be as fucked up as you used to be."
Dongfang Yu looked at him with a slight frown, and rarely returned without sarcasm.
Pingliang Mountain is not high and dangerous, but because all the roads were destroyed in the war and a sudden heavy fog, it suddenly became particularly rugged and difficult to travel.
But this is definitely a good thing for them. Under the cover of the thick fog, the team quietly passed through the two remaining imperial firepower blockades, and in the evening, it was difficult to reach a hidden place at the northern foot of Pingliang Mountain. outside the valley.
Xiong Linquan slowly put down the binoculars in his hand and looked at the fog in the valley. He couldn't hide the disappointment on his face. He mocked himself and said, "Where did these guys go? Did they get swallowed by this strange fog?"
They came to the garrison area of the Eleventh Division in the game with hopes. However, some days ago, Du Shaoqing's direct line troops had left the northern foot of Pingliang Mountain, and now they don't know where they went.
Xu Le and a few team members sneaked into the valley to find the 11th Division's possible supplies. However, when they came back, apart from a scrapped communication station, even the standard caliber bullets of the federal military could not be picked up. .
Taking a break for a while in a gloomy cave, disappointment and exhaustion made the team members unable to speak. Only Xiong Linquan and Dongfang Yu noticed that Xu Le was holding the scrapped communication station and was constantly tinkering with something at the entrance of the cave.
"The electronic shielding pseudo-overflow code can still be used for half an hour. The self-starting chip releases information fragments of the 11th Division. Don't worry about the base finding out our existence. This is a good opportunity. At least listen to it. The federal forces are now giving us security. what crime?"
An NTR soldier looked at the communication station that Xu Le carried in, stared at the bullet holes of the two bare metal wreckage above, and said in surprise, "Can this thing be repaired?"
"When we went to the front line in seven groups, we were always the team with the least consumption. Why? Because what our boss is best at is collecting rubbish and repairing rubbish."
Shan Pao sat beside him with a cigarette and sneered: "What is a mere communication station? Just now you were going to pick up two scrap mechas in the valley, and the boss can make a good mecha for you, even if you can't fight, at least You can run as far as you can."
"Is this a compliment or a mockery?"
Xu Le deftly wound the two bare wires in parallel with his fingers, and said, "But if there is a chance on the road, you can pay attention to scrap mechas."
Through this broken communication station, since yesterday's communication was silent, the people in the cave finally heard the voice of the upper management of the federal military for the first time, and then fell silent.
In the secret message sent by the federal base to the front-line troops, their NTR unit was confirmed to be in collusion with the Imperials, betraying the Federation, and demanded that the divisions find their traces and immediately eliminate them.
Xiong Linquan slapped the wet wall of the cave heavily, and said angrily, "Actually accuse us of mutiny! Those people are shameless!"
After being silent for a while, Dongfang Yu suddenly laughed at himself: "It's so fucking interesting, and the base is right. It makes sense to accuse us of mutiny."
He pointed to Xu Le and said, "Isn't this an imperial man? It's just that you haven't had time to collude with him and sell the federation."
Dongfang Yu's tone is ridiculous, but it's hard to tell whether it's ironic words or crazy words after his mental shock. None of the team members are in the mood to quarrel with him. It is the most conservative and reasonable choice to move closer to the eleventh division. A road was broken, and orders from the base brought them into an even more deadly situation.
No one knows where to go now, and the desperation of the end is like the strange thick fog that permeates the air in the Southwest Theater at the moment, covering all the way forward.
Suddenly, the thick fog at the northern foot of Pingliang Mountain suddenly dissipated, and even the thick clouds in the sky magically opened a hole, and the sun was shining brightly.
There was a rapid rain of bullets from the mountainside!
"Enemy attack!"