Chapter 386 Veteran’s Retrospect

There are many various power groups on the Western Ze continent, but the only ones that can truly be called countries are the Bran Empire and the Northern Wilderness Tribe.

Regardless of whether the theory that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers is at play, or there are other reasons, the truth has long been submerged in the sands of history. The reality today is that the two countries are incompatible with each other and are at war with each other.

The fight between the two countries is a comprehensive confrontation in all aspects, and soldiers are the most direct carriers of violence. In this way, the source of troops will become particularly important. Needless to say, for the Northern Wilderness tribe, basically everyone is a soldier. Bran's side is a bit complicated, there is also a conscription system, but there are still many soldiers who have to join for food.

For soldiers, newspapers in cities in the rear mostly describe them as brave and courageous, killing enemies with a cold face, charging with a knife even if an arm is broken, etc. Although there is a need for propaganda, the main reason is that these people have never been to the front line and do not know the true situation of the soldiers.

I have been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, I have seen the battlefield of Qi Kuo, I have seen the blood-stained fierce men, and I also know the difference between myself. Even if you had the dream of killing the enemy, making meritorious service, and returning to your hometown with honor. In the end, most ordinary soldiers probably only had the only thought of being cautious and hoping that they would always be lucky enough to survive. For many people, soldier, a word with many honors attached to it, is just a job that can support their families.

But I have to say that not everyone can do this job. Not to mention the high risks, the mental pressure involved is enough to make even the weakest people walk away. Rest, go to the battlefield, luckily survive, and continue to go to the battlefield... It should be said that there are not many people as nervous as David, and more people use various methods to relieve stress, like these few squatting in the corner now The soldiers smoked leisurely, numbing their nerves with the slightly tipsy smoke, which was just a kind of thing.

In addition to relieving mental stress, the life of a soldier is mostly boring. When he first joined, he was busy training, and after training he was busy fighting again, which can be called boring and boring. It would be great if there was a fresh topic to talk about at this time. It just so happened that something big happened at the Pasa level...

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"So, is it true that the defender deliberately ignored the seriously injured soldier? Damn it... Oh, the captain is dead." After hearing what Old Heyman said, the young soldier said angrily. Anger is a given, after all, they don't want to end up in this situation one day when they are injured.

Old Heyman nodded: "Well, so many people present heard the captain shouting and admitting, but in the end he was beaten to death by the commander of Battalion Elt."

"A good death! It doesn't matter how many people he killed..."

Amidst several voices talking about beating him to death, a soldier suddenly laughed and said: "Ha, I think that guy is quite unlucky. Tsk tsk, there are dozens of loads of goods, who wouldn't be jealous? But they met someone who is new to the country and doesn't know the rules. Gray-coated army, but there are seriously injured soldiers on that carriage! Ha, it’s really..."

"Unlucky, that's for sure, but he's not the only one who's unlucky now... Well, no wonder when I came back today, I found that the soldiers at the gate of the city had changed. That's it."

"This... won't kill them all, right?" The young soldier smacked his tongue.

"It's hard to say, look at what they did!" He shook his head, "But the captain is probably dead now. If those soldiers were smarter and put all the blame on him, they wouldn't all be beheaded. .”

"That's true... Well, what do you think, old Heyman?" After all, he is a veteran. Even if he does not have the brute strength to rush and fight on the battlefield, he still has enough experience, so after a soldier finished speaking, he continued Just ask old Heyman what he thinks.

"I said... these are not important." He pinched the cigarette butt, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the last cloud of smoke, with a complicated expression, "It doesn't matter whether those guys die or not, the key is that the Gray Army... I’m afraid we all saw it wrong before. Well, it’s really scary!”

"Huh? How do you say that?" The young soldier was stunned for a moment, looking a little disapproving.

"You don't know...it was only later that Captain Erte killed someone. Because the city gate was blocked earlier, we were all watching the excitement...Well, there must be thousands of people, people from several battalions. Yes, there are so many people gathered in a circle, airtight." As if he thought of something, Old Heyman's face twitched nervously, "But after the men in gray clothes came over, they rushed in directly..."

"Uh, wait." A soldier scratched his head, a little puzzled, "Charge? There are so many people... didn't Battalion Commander Erte and the others let everyone in?"

"Give? Haha, you can give in, but you have to give in." With a wry smile, Old Heyman continued, "I was close to the inside at the time, and I turned around when I heard the noise. As soon as I turned around, I saw ten people. Several figures were flying around, all of them were soldiers watching the excitement. Then I heard that it was the gray-coated army people who had done it... Haha, in fact, in this situation, everyone will not let it go. If they don't do this, they will also There was no way to get in. But after seeing them take action, the people around were a little angry, so they decided to beat them."

"Oh..." Several soldiers suddenly became excited, "Then, and then..." "It's indeed too arrogant. Even if you can't get in, you can't just take action. Thousands of people, tsk tsk, wouldn't this blow make them lose their heads?" Pig head..."

Licking his lips and shaking his head, Old Heyman's expression became more complicated, "Then... I still couldn't stop it. The crowd even began to be forced to disperse to both sides. Then I saw the man in gray clothes who took action, well, He was the only one who actually took action. He had an ordinary face, wore black armor, and waved his hands casually. He didn't even look around, but the soldiers who took action were either repelled or had their limbs broken. They just watched him stand up to everyone. Go forward step by step..."

"Can't you stop this?" "One, one person?" "Old Heyman, if this is humor, I admit that I am really shocked, but... this is not funny at all!"

Several soldiers were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at Old Heiman with expressions as if they were listening to fantasy. That clearly means, are you kidding me...

Waving his hand, Old Heyman looked bitter: "I also want to say it was a joke, but it did happen, and it was under my nose... That person didn't use weapons or fighting spirit at all, he just relied on He hit me with both hands. Well, Malank, you know, the battalion commander of the Saber Battalion is the fierce man who once split the barbarians in half on the battlefield! He happened to be on that route and also took action, but he just got on His fist was grabbed by the wrist and kicked aside. He refused to accept it, stood up, pushed away a few people and hugged the man's back from behind, as if he wanted to knock him to the ground. But the man didn't move at all, dragging Malank. After taking a few steps forward, he casually stretched out his hand, opened his clasped arm, and broke it with his backhand... Alas, when I came over just now, I saw Malanke's men surrounding the treatment center..."

"This, this, this..." The facts are undoubtedly persuasive, and no one would use these words that can be debunked immediately as an example. Because of this, several soldiers opened their mouths and were speechless for a while.

"And I was thinking just now..." Old Heyman first spread his hands, then picked up a cigarette and lit it again. The mist shrouded him and his expression was a little strange. "In addition to this somewhat terrifying person, this spear-breaking camp should also be It’s not simple.”

"So what, how do you say this?"

Lowering his head and taking a puff, holding the cigarette between his two fingers, Old Heyman collected his thoughts and continued, "Everyone knows that Commander Elt's epee battalion is trapped. Well, although we It is true that many people went out, but it is naturally impossible to say that there is not a battalion of troops in the level. However, in the end, the commanders still sent out the spears of the Gray Army to break the camp. What does this mean... The commanders' ideas are similar to ours. , and don’t think the gray-clothed army has any decent combat effectiveness. Sending them there shows that the superiors are not optimistic that the epee battalion can last until then, just to show off..."

"But what's the result? Battalion Commander Erte came back with more than a hundred wounded soldiers. Well, the beating was so miserable, which shows that there are a lot of barbarians, at least not something that the heavy sword battalion can resist. Otherwise, Erte How could he send someone back to ask for help as soon as he saw the battalion commander's temper? No need to guess, the key to the problem must lie with the spear-breaking camp who came to rescue. Huh... I didn't count it carefully before, but the spear-popping camp The organization is indeed in good condition. Therefore, even if there are casualties, they will not exceed 20 at most."

"Ahem..." As if he was also frightened by his own inference, Old Heyman coughed several times in succession, his body trembled, and he slowed down a little and said, "Well, we can say that they are waiting for work, or taking the opportunity to take advantage of it. But. The question is, even if this is the case, how many casualties did we suffer when we succeeded in the past? Haha, I don’t dare to think about it, I don’t dare to think about it..."

With two wry smiles, a faint smoke filled the air around Old Heyman, "With such terrifyingly powerful people on the battlefield, and such an excellent team...the Gray Army should not be underestimated!"

…………(To be continued.)