Chapter 712: War is more difficult than imagined

Paul carried the rifle in his hand and came to the shooting port. Countless black shadows were squirming in the dark and rushing toward the line of defense.

Although he had psychological construction, he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene!

The world in his eyes seemed to be spinning, and the soldiers charging with their waists bent were like demons hiding in the dark.

He became highly nervous, pushed the muzzle of the weapon out of the shooting port, and then directly pulled the trigger.

He pulled it several times in a row without any effect, and then he noticed that the safety was not closed.

After he closed the safety, he was so nervous that his fingers were twitching. A whole magazine of twenty-five bullets was fired in an instant.

"Fuck, do you still remember the training?"

"Calm down, aim, and then pull the trigger, don't fucking fire it all!"

The trenches were full of the roars of the instructors. It must be said that these roars might play some role. Paul tremblingly unloaded the magazine, then replaced it with a new one, then tilted his head to try to calm himself down as much as possible, aimed at the enemy, and pulled the trigger!

He didn't know whether he hit it or not. He only knew that he was performing the mechanical shooting like in training.

Gunshots, artillery fire, this battle only lasted for thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes later, the enemy retreated like a tide.

The shattered searchlight was replaced with a new lens, constantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

The moment the officer announced the end of the battle, Paul fell to the ground, almost unable to stand firm.

He tremblingly took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it.

Nicotine couldn't smooth out his nervous emotions very well, but it was better than nothing.

His fellow villager sat down with him. "I was scared to death."

Paul exhaled a puff of smoke. "Me too."

"Obviously they were very far from us, why did I feel fear and tension?", Paul looked at his hands that were still trembling, a bit puzzled.

Adrenaline began to recede, and he felt fatigue, uneasiness, fear, tension, various negative emotions. His hands shook even more violently than just now!

His fellow villager shook his head. Not far away, another soldier also squatted against the wall of the trench. "Because the moment they rush in front of us, it is the moment we die."

"We are fighting against the God of Death!"

There were some sounds in the trench. Some people were feeling uneasy and fearful like Paul, but some were feeling excited.

These people were all talking, until they heard this sentence, they immediately became quiet.

Yes, the moment the enemy rushes to the face, it is the moment they die.

After more than ten seconds, Paul shouted loudly, "That moment will never come!"

His loud voice seemed to give people some courage to face this worse situation, and then people followed and shouted, "That's right, no one can defeat us, the Federation must win!"

The soldiers in the trench shouted "The Federation must win" at three or four in the morning. In the command post behind the defense line, officers and generals were summarizing this first foreign battle.

"Too many problems!"

The person in charge of this defense section was a lieutenant colonel. His expression was very serious, and there was no excitement after repelling the enemy.

This night battle exposed many problems.

"The soldiers are too nervous. Many people didn't even see where the enemy was before they finished their bullets."

"Now we are just the defensive side. If we are on the offensive, the supply line will be stretched longer, and the supply will be more difficult than now. We must optimize the tension problem during shooting."

One of the officers said, "We can let the weapon supplier provide two modes of weapons, continuous fire and single fire."

The lieutenant colonel nodded. "This is a good way. I will report it to the commander-in-chief."

"Our observers are very unfamiliar with night battles. We must find a way to ask the Slard people if there are experienced night observers, and let them come over to give our observers lessons."

"Letting the other party touch the place close to the defense line before being discovered is too dangerous!"

"They don't know us well enough. This time it was just a tentative attack. If they had pressed a large number of troops, we might have been broken through."

When this problem was raised, everyone in the room was silent.

No one thought that the other party could touch such a close place. Maybe now the other party's commander is also annoyed why it was just a tentative attack. If he had sent everyone out, they would have broken through the defense line now and made the entire battlefield's north wing cut off and fall into chaos.

It's a pity there is no if, but this made the lieutenant colonel very dissatisfied!

"The company on night duty today is all punished, and the company officers are doubled."

Several officers said "Yes" dejectedly, and others looked at them sympathetically.

"I heard that someone also bombed their own people?"

"How did you guys mess this up?"

"Such a basic thing can be messed up by them. Next time, is it possible that they will directly throw the bomb on the head of our command post?"

The lieutenant colonel was losing his temper with that kind of not very angry anger, and the atmosphere in the room was always very serious.

He listed many problems. The soldiers' unfamiliarity with the battlefield, unfamiliarity with fighting.

Tension, uneasiness, fear, too many things made this "debut" look as bad as the thin shit pulled by a dog with diarrhea!

Terrible!

In fact, the bad things didn't end, because the battle happened in the middle of the night. Under the action of various emotions and hormones in the body, people were not sleepy, but very energetic.

They chatted until the sky was slightly bright before they started to fall asleep.

Those who stayed up for the night shift didn't care. Someone accompanied them to stay up until dawn, what else could they say?

Can only say "good brother," but for the soldiers who need to patrol during the day, it is a bit bad.

They had just fallen asleep for a while when the assembly whistle was blown. They were pushed up one by one, and then lined up in the open space.

At this time, because of rest and other reasons, the hormones in the body began to be metabolized and disappeared completely, and the sequelae of overdrawing physical strength and energy were revealed all at once, and one by one they had no spirit.

The officers looked at them and didn't know what to say.

More than three hundred people died in this defense section last night, mainly concentrated in the first half of the battle.

Those people touched the close place and launched an attack, causing a large number of casualties. After the federal army reacted and invested in the battle, the casualty situation immediately decreased.

Overall, it is that the soldiers are too unfamiliar with the battlefield and too nervous, and some soldiers have already had mental problems.

Some soldiers have been violently retching, or constantly hiccuping, and some have appeared distracted, or occasionally crazy.

Chaplains have begun to play a role. They hold the Bible and tell the soldiers that all this is for the glory of God, and they will not enter hell after death, but will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

At the same time, they need more cigarettes.

Originally, there were only ten cigarettes per person per week in the military supply package, but now it seems that ten cigarettes are not enough for them to smoke in a day. They need more things that can soothe the soldiers' emotions.

And things that help soldiers fall asleep.

Some soldiers were so nervous at night that they couldn't sleep, insomnia plagued them, and too many sudden problems occurred.

There are also problems with medicine. They need faster-acting painkillers. If someone is shot and starts screaming, it will make the nearby soldiers fall into the illusion of "I was shot."

Multiple soldiers performed as if they were shot after the battle ended. They also insisted that they felt they were shot, and there was severe pain.

But checking the whole body didn't find any wounds. The doctor believed that this might be a kind of "I was also injured" emotion produced because of excessive tension and fear.

There are some places that need improvement in weapons, and some Slard instructors are also needed.

Although the Slard people were constantly pushed back, they have rich combat experience and are still what the federal people do not possess now.

A large amount of battlefield information gathered together and was sent back to the Federation. The federal government did not announce how many people died overnight, just emphasizing "we repelled an offensive by Dantre invaders."

Some newspaper reporters also followed to swap concepts. They called what the Slard people couldn't do, the federal people who stepped on the battlefield for the first time did.

This kind of propaganda is still very useful for federal people who don't know the specific situation. They all fell into the emotion of "the Federation must win" and insisted that victory is just a matter of time.

Only the high-level of the Federation knows how many troubles they need to solve.

The Ministry of Defense, the military, and Congress are all examining these problems and trying to find solutions from them.

On February 8th, a more intense battle broke out on the northernmost battlefield of the Tanfite Continent. This time the Dantre people also used chariots and tanks. Fortunately, although the federal people had no rich experience, the equipment was indeed sophisticated.

Both sides pulled and sawed on the battlefield for nearly five hours before the Dantre people withdrew.

The casualties of the federal army this time were very heavy, because the Dantre people didn't just send chariots and tanks, their artillery also began to bombard the defense line.

A sharp whistling sound kept coming from the sky, and then the shredded corpses and mud were lifted together and flew into the sky.

Paul was scared silly in the battle. An artillery shell exploded less than ten meters away from him.

If it was a little bit off, it would fall into the trench, and everyone would die!

At this moment, he felt the insignificance of manpower in the war, which could not play any role at all!

This was a hard battle. After the battle ended, there were thousands of casualties.

!

Although they might have killed one or two thousand enemies, this kind of war damage ratio is unacceptable to anyone!

The soldiers' emotions have had more serious problems, and many soldiers are shouting to go home!

It is really too terrible for them to lose their lives at any time. They didn't come here just to dedicate themselves!

The cruelty of war is gradually revealed, and these soldiers who are not psychologically qualified have completely collapsed.

And their collapse also drove the morale on the defense line to become low.

After the discussion between the Ministry of Defense and the military, soon General Miles told Lans to transport the "small canned wine" he prepared to the front line as soon as possible!

It is said to be "small canned," but it is actually a flat metal bottle, the kind of small wine pot that can be put into the pocket.

Its own price is not cheap, compared with metal wine bottles and glass wine bottles, but it is not so expensive because it contains wine worth twenty dollars.

Lans gave them a discounted price, twenty dollars and fifty cents.

When General Miles saw these wine bottles, he couldn't help but leave one behind, because it looked like it could hit some people's sexual preferences.

He also took the initiative to take a sip. The alcohol content of more than forty degrees was a bit too strong for federal people, but for the soldiers on the front line who need it to relieve emotions, it was just right!

"The bottle is good, but the wine is very average!", General Miles gave Lans a very objective evaluation.

Lans didn't care about this. "If you are willing to let the soldiers drink wine worth one thousand dollars a bottle, I guarantee its taste will immediately improve by several grades!"

General Miles was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. "No, this is enough!"

Although he knows very well that the more expensive the wine, the more it must earn, but their Congress definitely won't approve it.

It is already very reluctant for every soldier to spend an extra two hundred dollars a month. If it is increased again, even if the Congress side can share more, they have to consider the consequences if these things are exposed.

Or it must be exposed. It is impossible to hide the fact that soldiers on the front line are drinking. The pressure of two hundred dollars they can still persist, one thousand dollars they really can't persist.

"I hope this batch of wine can really change some situations on the front line!", General Miles finally let out a sigh.

Lans doesn't know much about the situation on the front line, but the fact that the battle happened a few days ago and the situation is strongly urging to send the wine up, the situation must not be optimistic.

This is a good opportunity to know the inside story. "Is our situation not very good?"

"The newspapers have been saying that we are winning every battle and have repelled two comprehensive offensives by the enemy."

General Miles couldn't help laughing when he heard Lans say this, a helpless laugh. "We have already died seven or eight thousand people, but the number we can count, they might only have died one or two thousand."

"The huge war damage ratio makes our morale very low. The Ministry of Defense is re-evaluating the development trend of the battlefield."

"And soon we will also join the battle."

The army encountered trouble as soon as it landed. The navy side definitely can't do nothing. On the one hand, they have to swim to ensure the safety of the supply line, and on the other hand, they also have to bombard the coastal cities of the Dantre Republic.

As for whether it will bomb ordinary people, and whether it will cause casualties of innocent people.

Alright!

This is war. There are no labels of right or wrong and innocent. As long as it is an enemy, they should all die!

Only the winner can blame the loser for the massacre of civilians after picking the fruits of victory. Before the outcome is decided, both sides are demons!

These bad news were indeed not disclosed in the newspapers. This can also be considered a strategy.

"Are you going to the front line too?"

"Me?"

General Miles thought for a while, and then nodded slowly. "Small-scale battles don't need me, but once a large-scale battle occurs, I must be on the front line."

"I will be with my children!"

Although this old guy is a bit greedy, he is finally a good general, from the perspective of federal people.

Lans opened another box, took out a box from it and handed it to General Miles, a very beautiful packaging box.

"What is in here?", General Miles asked.

Lans signaled him to open it and see. General Miles opened the box curiously. When he saw the things inside, he immediately couldn't help picking them up and turning them over in his hands, loving them.

A golden small wine pot with an ivory mouth. Unlike those square flat small wine pots, this one is round, and the belly looks fuller.

The outside of the wine pot is some pictures related to the war.

Gold feels particularly warm, but it doesn't feel heavy, and it is also very comfortable when held in the hand. Of course, it will definitely be a bit heavy if put in the pocket for a long time.

"Thank you, I like it very much!"

He didn't decline falsely, but put it directly in his pocket.

Of course, he also kindly reminded, "Other generals side..."

Lans nodded slightly. "Everything is ready."

He looked at Lans and sighed lightly. So young, so experienced, sometimes really have nothing to say.

Soon the first batch of "tension relievers" was shipped. This time it was a speedboat, which arrived at the battlefield after the third blocking battle.

The intensity of the third battle went up another level, artillery shells, chariots, tanks, mortars, and soldiers constantly moving forward.

Two defense lines were even broken through at one time, but they were soon snatched back by soldiers several times the enemy!

The main force of the Dantre people is on the main battlefield, and here is only a part of the people, but for the Federation, this is the main battlefield!

And the Ministry of Defense and the military have passed the opinion of increasing troops, and will continue to increase troops to seven hundred thousand.

The casualties in this battle were even heavier. Although the casualties on the Dantre Republic side were also very heavy, for the federal soldiers who just contacted the war, the successive setbacks have already made them a bit afraid of war!

Supervisory teams, chaplains, are all brainwashing them, instilling the idea of living for battle and dying for battle.

But it is still very difficult to alleviate people's sad and pessimistic emotions. What they need is not someone to tell them "you will be happier after you die," but to find a way to vent well!

In the morning, Paul climbed out of bed with a cold face. He was dressed neatly and stood by the bed. There were many strangers in the camp.

In less than half a month, many people have changed around him.

Including his fellow villager, who also died in the last battle.

Until this moment, he could still clearly remember that he and his fellow villager were shooting at the enemy, and the two were talking while relieving nervous emotions while pulling the trigger.

But suddenly the fellow villager stopped talking, and then slowly turned his head to look at him.

He subconsciously looked at the fellow villager, only to see half of his head had been lifted, and those blood stains splashed everywhere in the trench behind them.

And then the next second, the fellow villager who had been talking and laughing with him collapsed to the ground.

And he, was still repeating the numb aiming and shooting movements...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 713 =====