Chapter 581 Natural Laws

Leaving Blue on the front lines, there was still an hour until the Christmas Eve attack.

In the trench stationed by the 1st Special Artillery Division, Major General Christian sat on a shell box full of snow and allowed the medics to bandage his head wound.

He just popped up to look at the terrain. The enemy apparently noticed the light reflected from the telescope in the setting sun and fired a machine gun at Christine's hiding place.

One of the bullets grazed his forehead and left a bloody mark that was deep enough to show the bone.

"General." The medical soldier said with lingering fear, "If it were even half an inch farther, it would have gone through your right eye."

Christine didn't take it seriously. There were no ifs on the battlefield.

If you are not dead, you are not dead. If you are alive, you will continue to stay in this world and suffer.

"Do you believe in the laws of nature?" Kristen asked in a confused manner.

The medical soldier was stunned and replied while busying his hands: "That's right, General, but this has nothing to do with the laws of nature."

Christine said to herself:

"You'd better believe it. Just like how hot it is in summer and how cold it is in winter, it's not something we can decide or control."

"If you don't give these laws the necessary respect, you will ask for too much if you want to violate or bypass them."

"Then, you must be punished regularly!"

The medic completed the finishing work obediently, but in fact he didn't understand anything.

Christine didn't explain much. His face was serious and his eyes were murderous. He put on his general's hat and stood up, walking back along the traffic trench. A few drops of blood from the wound dripped down his forehead like sweat, but he didn't notice it at all.

After turning two turns, Christine came to a relatively open Tibetan trench, where officers above the regimental level of the First Special Artillery Division had gathered.

(Note: Tibetan trenches are usually behind highlands or hills, within the blind spot of artillery fire, and are relatively safe)

There are two brigade commanders, four regiment commanders, and a dozen staff officers.

Almost all were new here, and Kristen had only learned their names a few days ago.

Christine asked a few insidious questions, and most of them were relatives of capitalists or congressmen, or close confidants.

The point is that they are proud of it and always show it off to others pretending not to care.

"Gentlemen!" Major General Christine stood in front of the officers: "I believe you already know what kind of attack there will be tonight."

The officers replied lazily:

"Yes, General."

"It was a simple mission."

"We don't need to capture the enemy's defenses, which means we can order our soldiers to retreat at any time!"

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Major General Christian's eyes were cold. He stared at the officers and said calmly:

"But now there's a problem."

"As you know, not long ago everyone including the First Artillery Division experienced a mutiny."

"The soldiers were very resistant to the attack..."

A brigadier general interrupted Christine: "What do you want to say, General? This is one of the reasons why superiors assign 'simple tasks'. Is it impossible to complete such a simple task?"

Major General Christian remembered him as Clemenceau's nephew named Xavier.

Such an important unit as the 1st Special Artillery Division certainly needs a heavyweight officer to "monitor" and "control" it.

Xavier is that character.

"Yes." Another brigade commander agreed: "Besides, we are already seizing the time to deal with those undisciplined guys. I think there is no problem."

The speaker was a relative of the Gurney Food Manufacturing Group, named Godroy. During this period of material shortage, his status was rapidly improved.

Kristen said "hmm" expressionlessly:

"It's not impossible, gentlemen."

"But we should consider an issue. The soldiers mutinied because the officers always hid in the trenches and blew whistles."

"That's why they compare themselves to 'sheep' and officers to 'sheep herders'."

The officers laughed "hehe" and seemed to be proud of their status as "sheep herders".

Major General Christine continued:

"If we continue to do this, it's obviously not the way to go."

"This will leave us with endless punishment for 'undisciplined individuals'."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

The officers were silent for a while and nodded.

Christine continued:

"Since this is a simple mission, I mean, we just need to walk around the battlefield and come back anytime."

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"In addition, we also have tanks, which will block enemy bullets to protect our safety."

"Then why not let them see? The 'sheepherders' also have the courage to go to the battlefield, not just hide in the trenches to save their lives as they think!"

Major General Christian glanced at the officers and added: "At least I will do that!"

After saying that, he wiped the increasing blood stains on his forehead and raised his hands to the officers: "I've already done this, you can do whatever you want!"

As he said that, he smiled contemptuously at the officers, turned around and walked towards the front line, leaving everyone behind him looking at each other.

After a while, Xavier stood up and planned to follow, but was stopped by Godroy.

"Are you really planning to go to war?" Godroy asked, fear in his eyes.

"He's right," Xavier replied: "What do you think they will think of us if we hide in the trenches and drive the soldiers onto the battlefield? Don't you feel it?"

Since they squeezed into this unit, they felt the hostility and contempt in the eyes of the soldiers, and Xavier hoped to change.

Xavier continued: "This may be our chance. Think about it. It's a low-intensity battle. We just need to go up and turn around and come back. We can retreat at any time."

"Yes." Someone echoed: "This is not the Somme River."

"It's not Verdun either." Someone added: "Verdun does not allow retreat. There are supervisors in the rear with machine guns!"

"Major General Christian has gone up." Someone said with a guilty look on his face: "If we don't go up, what will we be regarded as?"

This instantly broke everyone's defense.

All the people above and below them went to the battlefield, only the officers who were inserted in did not go up, but they hoped to command them and control this unit. Is it possible?

"Come on!" Xavier patted Godroy on the shoulder and comforted him: "It will be okay. We have tanks, which are 'Charles A1'."

Godroy could only nod in agreement, but he was still so nervous that he had difficulty breathing and his face was pale.

The officers followed Xavier to the front line. They found Christine at the front of the trench and reported: "We will attack with the soldiers, General."

"Very good!" Major General Christine turned his head and gave them an approving look: "Then find your troops, we will attack soon!"

The officers responded and dispersed.

Major General Christine turned his eyes to the opposite side again, muttering: "War is cruel, gentlemen!"