Two Hundred and Seventy-Six This Is War

"According to the map, we have advanced to Bellevue...but now I don't know what to use to describe everything I see. Sir!" Grabbing his walkie-talkie, the battalion commander of the advance force put his other hand on the On the belt, said to the other side of the phone.

His tone was a little excited, because all the sights in front of him had made his emotions teeter on the verge of collapse: "Yes! I saw many tents, and soldiers around the tents, they have put down their weapons. , everything...is messed up."

"I don't know what to say, yes, I didn't encounter resistance, and the situation is not what you think." He shifted his steps slightly, took two steps left and right in front of the rubble, listening to the call on the other side of the phone. people's words.

Then he stopped and replied seriously: "If you ask me to say it, I think everything here is weird. People here see that we don't talk much, and there is hatred in their eyes, but also despair and relief. ."

The battalion commander looked at the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire who were curiously looking at him not far in front of him, and the ragged civilians behind the soldiers, and said impatiently: "Because I don't know if there is any danger, I have no orders. The troops are advancing into the city! Yes, I stopped about 100 meters from the tent area outside Bellevue."

"On the one hand, I am afraid that the local people will suddenly attack, on the other hand, I think the local people need a lot of relief materials..." When he saw a child of the Holy Devil Empire sleepy in the arms of his mother, his thin body was because of That's what he said into the phone when malnutrition could barely see his ribs.

The whole refugee camp was full of strangeness, because the sudden disappearance of the previous Grand Consul, everything here fell into a desperate situation that was more chaotic than chaos. This is the outskirts of Bellevue, this is the edge of hell.

"Yes, I got the aerial photos this morning. I know this place has become a rubble, but when I saw the rubble, I realized how big it is." The battalion commander continued to talk to himself on the phone. 's news.

In the morning, all the battalion commanders and regiment leaders who approached Bellevue got aerial photos of Bellevue at the meeting, some were taken before, some were just taken a few days ago, and some comparisons were made.

The comparison shows that Bellevue is being slowly rebuilt before, and some large ruins and some houses that have not collapsed are being cleared out. In the past ten days, such work has been suspended for some reason.

The entire Holy Demon Empire is in a state of disorder, and many prisoners have stated a fact: the Archon suddenly disappeared, so the Holy Demon Empire also fell into chaos.

The war with Ellan Hill amplifies the chaos, making Bellevue, a nuclear-struck city even more miserable. Supplies were cut off, and the command was in chaos, which made the entire Bellevue worse. The fatality rate of the wounded had reached an astonishing 70%.

Nobody cares what's going on here, nobody knows what's going on here. All the time, until Alan Hill's troops entered Bellevue and witnessed how terrifying their nuclear weapons were.

"What I can see, the limit of what I can see with a telescope,

It's all the ruins left by the collapse of the house..." The battalion commander grabbed the phone's hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were sticking out: "You can't imagine how big it is, I think Kaunia is more like a city than here, really Yes, everything here has been destroyed. "

"There's nothing to describe, Bellevue is over, it's utterly destroyed. How do you want me to describe it? What adjective? It's a fucking bastard hell here!" Opened a gravel and complained to the phone.

"The vocabulary I've learned in my life can't describe everything I've seen, I'm standing on the edge of the ruins of a goddamn bastard who can't see the border at a glance, and my eyes are full of sluggish refugees who can't even speak!" He began to fill up his mouth. Dirty words, because he really didn't know how to describe what he saw.

He saw the corpse of the other party outside the camp, which had been putrid but had no time to deal with, and saw a large area of ​​rubble that had not been cleaned up in time.

Even before he came here, he had watched a movie watched by an organization in the army, and saw the recaptured city of Alan, which was occupied by demons. In front of the black-and-white camera, Alan's ruins are not as hopeless as what he sees in front of him.

"I always thought that these damn bastards deserved what they deserved, but when I saw everything in front of me, I found that I thought it was wrong to completely destroy a city like this!" He said what he said in his heart, without regretting , just venting his inner suppressed emotions.

Along the way, he brought his own troops, and even in the face of a massive counterattack from the puppet empire, he never backed down. But looking at everything in front of him, he felt that his strong heart was not tough enough.

"I know what I'm talking about, Master... If you stand by my side, you'll know what the fuck I'm talking about, what the fuck I'm talking about!" After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone angrily. .

A soldier came over with an assault rifle and stood at attention: "Sir! Do we want to distribute the food we carry to these civilians who need it! The soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire who maintain law and order here are willing to continue to maintain order for us, but they Say they do need help."

The battalion commander looked at the civilians and soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire who were watching them in the distance, and said, "Let the soldiers keep a day's rations, and then distribute the rest! Be careful not to cause chaos! And... let the soldiers who distribute the food wear gas masks!"

"As commanded sir!" The soldier nodded lightly, then added, "Thank you, sir."

Everyone who comes here feels that they should do everything they can to help these people, because the experience of these people is simply intolerable for any civilization.

Even if it was once an enemy of life and death, even if it was not a national species, it should not use such a tyrannical method to destroy everything on the other side.

"Sir! Your phone number!" The signal soldier with the walkie-talkie on his back came over and handed the walkie-talkie he had just returned to his battalion commander.

The battalion commander answered the phone and listened to the people on the phone in silence. Then he replied: "There are about 20,000 soldiers in charge of maintaining order, and there are some corpses that haven't had time to deal with... I'm worried that there will be a plague outbreak, which is another reason why I didn't enter Bellevue."

"As ordered! Sir! I will protect my soldiers as best I can, and wait for the follow-up reinforcements to arrive... Yes, thank you, sir! I'm sorry! Sir! Just... I'm sorry! Yes! Resolutely execute the order!"

He handed the phone back to the signal soldier again, and this time the battalion commander looked much better. He beckoned to a soldier and ordered, "Let 1st Company establish a safe position on the flank! It's on the high ground over there! See?"

"Let the soldiers of the 2nd company wear gas masks, preferably gloves, enter the refugee camp, and count the number of refugees! One infantry squad is a group! Don't scatter! Immediately withdraw when you encounter a situation!" He looked at the second Soldier, orderly.

"The 3rd company and 1st row, right where we are now, set up a distribution station to collect the food we carry and stack it here! The 2nd row is responsible for unloading the cars that come over for a while!" After he finished speaking, he said The platoon leader of the 3rd company and 3rd row in the distance beckoned: "Get over here! Tom!"

The platoon leader named Tom had a scar on his face, and he was tall and imposing with an STG-44 assault rifle on his back. He heard the battalion commander call him, and explained to his subordinates, and ran over quickly.

"Come and negotiate with me, and let the group of the Holy Devil Empire... that group of guys cooperate with us and divide the food first." The battalion commander changed his name, turned and walked to the refugee camp of the Holy Devil Empire.

"Platoon 3! Come with me! Hurry up! Are you women?" The platoon leader named Tom followed behind the battalion commander and greeted some of his soldiers, and everyone walked to the camp gate of the refugee camp.

"Who is the person in charge here?" The battalion commander asked, standing less than three meters away from the door, looking at the survivors of the Holy Demon Empire who were like corpses.

"Dead!" An officer with a sword, but not wearing the iconic Sacred Devil Empire's armor, was dirty, standing in front of everyone, and answered.

"That's you!" The battalion commander didn't care, and said directly: "We are going to take over the relief work here, and we will start distributing food in a while. Are you willing to send some people to cooperate?"

"Of course." The officers of the Holy Demon Empire did not expect the other party to come here, and the first thing they wanted was to help them: "Thank you, thank you very much."

He untied the belt of the saber hanging from his waist, handed it to the adjutant beside him, and walked to the battalion commander of Alan Hill: "Why are you helping us?"

"Because we are human beings, and we should have compassion." The battalion commander turned to give way, walked back, and replied, "We fight for freedom, and we are not savages."

"Then why did you destroy Bellevue? With... such a cruel method?" The officer followed the battalion commander's pace, subconsciously asking with despair and pain.

"Because... this is a war." The battalion commander said without looking back: "... This damn, son of a bitch war."

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