Two Hundred and Seventy-Seven Propaganda

The commander of the 1st Armored Division looked at General Walter helplessly in his headquarters, and replied, "These photos were taken by the front-line troops, and I went to some positions to see them..."

"The whole city has almost been completely destroyed. To be honest, anyone with a little conscience will not be very happy to see that scene. On the mobile phone," the commander of the 1st Armored Division said a little depressed.

Half a month ago, when he was fighting fiercely with the main force of the puppet empire, he didn't even take a half step back. At the most dangerous time, a unit of the puppet empire was only a few hundred meters away from his headquarters.

At that time, he was never so shaken. When he saw the ruins of Bellevue with his own eyes, he was really shaken. The reason why civilization is called civilization is because civilization has its own morality and its own bottom line.

If anyone can remain indifferent or gloat when a city is completely destroyed, his humanity has undoubtedly been twisted.

"They started the war first, my friend... We don't want to do it either, but it's a war." Walter looked at the various photos in front of him and fiddled with them with his hands.

Almost all of them are ruins, some are mage towers that have not completely collapsed, and some are city walls that have been completely destroyed. Just from these ruins, you can see how resplendent the city was before it was destroyed.

"The more beautiful this place is, the more thoroughly our ancestors were exploited. Every magician's city can be said to be built on the bones of mortals." Walter said word by word.

"So I carried out the mission firmly! And I will carry it out firmly!" The division commander of the 1st Armored Division raised his chin and said: "As a soldier, I take it as my duty to obey orders, and this has never wavered."

"Appease the emotions of the soldiers. After all, we only destroyed one Bellevue. There will not be too many similar things. His Majesty the Emperor is also merciful, there is no doubt about this!" Walter nodded and said.

"Of course! Any choice made by His Majesty the Emperor is correct! If His Majesty the Emperor gives an order, I will not question it and implement it resolutely!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division replied immediately.

Walter picked up a picture of refugees from the table: "Minister Deans called and asked us to choose some pictures that were close to the people and sent back to promote it."

"In any case, the disaster in front of me was caused by the sudden disappearance of the Grand Consul of the Holy Demon Empire. Their suffering was also due to the inability to rescue them and had nothing to do with our attack! Do you understand?" The photo of the Irish Hill food was pushed to the commander of the 1st Armored Division.

The teacher picked up the photo from the table, looked at the thin faces on it, nodded and replied, "Understood! I will order the war correspondent to retake some photos to ensure that Minister Deans is satisfied."

"We are saviors, we are here to help all people out of misery," Walter concluded. "War is misery, and we are here to end this war forever!"

"Yes!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division held his head high,

Li Zheng stood up and responded.

"Don't get me wrong! I'm not talking nonsense! I'm emphasizing our attitude!" Walter stood up and walked over to his hands: "I'll give you more trucks, trucks full of food! Truck full of tents...don't let me down!"

"As ordered! Sir!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division once again stood at attention and responded.

A truck stopped in a clearing, and a group of soldiers without guns swarmed up, opened the trunk of the truck, and began to unload the neatly stacked instant noodles and compressed biscuits.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! It's waiting over there!" A squad leader urged his soldiers while helping. Several soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire were also eager to help. Because they wore armor for a long time, they were in better physical condition and carried more.

"Why not let the people from the 1st Company come to help...Damn it!" A soldier complained while wiping his sweat while stacking one box of instant noodles on another.

"They are stationed on the high ground, and we can cover them here. It's safe." A soldier breathlessly removed the compressed biscuit carton from his shoulder and answered out of breath.

They have been busy for a long time, and some soldiers of the 3rd company have come to help, but the supplies and the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire who are lacking materials are still too many people to collapse. I heard that another battalion has also opened a food pick-up area, and there is such a hot scene there.

"No one is making trouble, at least it's a good sign." A soldier who was resting on the box unscrewed the kettle around his waist, gulps the water inside, and said vaguely.

This is indeed a good phenomenon. Although many people look at the Alan Hill soldiers with hatred in their eyes, until now, there has not been any troublesome magician of the Holy Demon Empire.

Most of the civilians were restrained, and many even said thank you after getting the food.

But most of the time, the atmosphere is dull and terrible. The soldiers of Ailan Hill here are constantly sending things, and the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire and the soldiers who surrendered there are constantly receiving things.

No one spoke, just silently doing their own thing to each other. A few little girls squeezed compressed biscuits, squatted by the not clear creek, and drank water like small animals.

"They need cups, bowls... equipment that can boil water..., soap, medicine, tents... quilts, and clothes." A recorder is recording the problems he finds in a notebook, surrounded by soldiers who are responsible for keeping him safe Carrying weapons on his back, he added with a sneer: "They still need cars and tanks. It's better to give them another atomic bomb and drop it on Serris to get revenge."

"You seem to hate magicians..." The recorder asked the soldiers following him without raising his head.

"My sister happened to be in the street when they attacked Tunsk. There are too many times when these bastards are perfidious, so I think all of them should be destroyed along with Bellevue." The soldier replied coldly.

Not everyone is willing to sympathize with these refugees from the Holy Demon Empire who have actually been miserable to the extreme. Compared with the hatred of magicians, the hatred of mortals is actually not much at all.

Everyone has a deep vengeance, but the people who can take revenge now are mortals who were once oppressed, exploited, and persecuted. If the roles are reversed, there will also be magicians who sympathize with mortals. Didn't the mortals in those days rely on the sympathy and compassion of others to survive until today?

"Oh... I hope we can finally stop repeating the previous history." The recorder raised his head, patted the soldier's shoulder comfortingly, and continued to lower his head to write: "Cleaning equipment... and doctors, many doctors ."

In the distance, on a well-ventilated, huge field tent, the red cross looked striking.

Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a red cross armband around his arm was examining the wound on a woman's arm: "It's infected, there's no way to do it, mark it, amputation."

"Doctor..." The woman said desperately, her voice hoarse and uncomfortable: "My arm?"

"I can't keep it." The doctor handed a simple diagnosis and treatment plan to a soldier next to him: "Take her to the infection ward! You have to wear a mask! Arrange to see it off tomorrow!"

This morning, most of the people he saw had serious infections, and many people needed amputation. If the medicine is sufficient, many people's arms may be saved.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that many medicines in his hands. Although the troops have urgently dispatched some medicines, because the war is far from over, most of the transportation capacity of the road must be ensured to transport troops to supply ammunition.

The capacity squeezed out in this way naturally does not support the rebuilding of Bellevue, but in order to do enough superficial work, a lot of precious capacity has been wasted.

For example, in several areas of the ruins of Bellevue, reconstruction work has already started. This is a face project that is obviously displayed to reporters and others: excavators are working hard, and many heavy machinery and trucks are entering. In and out, it's so lively.

However, such an action will squeeze the transportation capacity, including the fuel of the vehicles, as well as the road transportation capacity occupied by the equipment itself.

For another example, in several model refugee camps, hot water carts for bathing have been prepared, and dining carts are already in place. Some tents that look good have also been set up. However, there is still not much food or medicine in these places.

Because of the need for such and such an image project, the items that are really needed are still in short supply. Although after Ailan Hill took over, these refugees around Bellevue saw hope and were indeed much better than before, but their suffering was far from over.

A war correspondent faces the camera, interviewing a local refugee. The other party was obviously selected, and looked calm and polite: "There was a local man with a better attitude standing beside me, and he made some requests to us, including food and water, and more tents..."

"Thank you to the Alan Hill government, to the great Emperor Alan Hill... He saved us, yes, I think we should all be grateful for Alan Hill's help." The shy man faced the camera, Weeping and weeping, the truth is revealed.

"Reconstruction of Bellevue, which was destroyed by the war, has been carried out locally! We will work hard to rebuild this once glorious magical city... Alan Hill National TV, reporter Alisha is reporting for you on the front line... "The female reporter was dignified and generous, and made her final statement.

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