Chapter 750: The Price and Purpose of Victory

I don't know why, but people easily get sleepy in a shaking car.

Some scientists say this is because the frequency of the car body or tire vibration matches a certain switch in the human body, which will amplify human fatigue and thus start to make people sleepy.

Other scientists say that the slight bumping and shaking are like a cradle from childhood, which will form a conditioned reflex in the subconscious that has been developed for many years, starting to make people sleepy.

But no matter whether they are right or not, and whether it is like this, many soldiers have started to get sleepy.

Life in the trenches is always hard to sleep; they are always worried that the enemy will attack, so everyone sleeps very lightly.

It might just be one or two gunshots that will wake people up, and then they can't sleep anymore.

Stress, anxiety, and even depression.

If it weren't for that liquor, I really don't know how to deal with these damn days!

Bo'er took out a hook, hung it on the crossbeam of the troop carrier's canopy, and then leaned half-reclined and closed his eyes.

Before arriving at the scheduled location, he planned to nap for a while.

He got up too early this morning, and now it was too good to sleep.

There was already some snoring around. Perhaps for the young people here, the biggest change after going to the battlefield is that they are really sleepy. Even if artillery shells fall beside them, as long as they don't explode on them, they won't wake up—

Whether they wake up depends on their sense of security. When there is a sense of security, the sound of artillery is just a lullaby for them to sleep and have good dreams.

When there is no sense of security, it might just be the sound of the wood used for stepping in the trench being stepped on and making a creaking sound, which will also wake them up.

The shaking car, the snoring of comrades-in-arms, more people are trying to find ways to rest.

The driver was driving the troop carrier somewhat roughly. He looked back during the period and cursed twice, but it didn't affect these people in the back.

Bo'er had a dream. In the dream, they won this battle and the entire war.

In the end, he stood in the capital of the Dantela Republic and personally inserted the federal flag onto the building of the Prime Minister's Office.

After returning to the Federation, he retired as an officer, found a very good job, met a beautiful nurse girl, and then married her, started a family, and had children.

Until he was old, he would lie on a lounge chair, holding that photo that shocked the world, and tell his children how he inserted the federal flag at that time.

He laughed loudly, full of pride, but he didn't know why, looking at the children and grandchildren around him, their faces were all blurred.

Just as he was rubbing his eyes, struggling to see clearly what these people looked like, a familiar sound suddenly came to his ears.

It was the sound of gunfire!

He turned his head and looked blankly in the direction where the gunfire came from. He slowly opened his eyes.

The noisy environment in his ears and the terrified sounds of "enemy attack" filled his ears, vibrating every nerve of his.

The next second, he was completely awake. It was too late for him to curse. He could see that the glass of the driver's cab was already covered with a layer of blood, and the truck was crashing toward the woods under the slope by the roadside.

All around were terrified exclamations. Accompanied by a loud noise, there was no fire, only a small amount of smoke, and the car stopped.

Everyone in the truck bed rolled into a ball, and some even let out screams of "I broke my bone."

Because Bo'er had hung himself on the frame of the car canopy, he was not "thrown" together like the others. He took a deep breath, looked at the soldiers who were getting up, let himself down, and jumped off the truck.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Counterattack, counterattack quickly!"

All around was the sound of gunfire!

Their combat plan had been seen through, and the enemy had ambushed them halfway.

Bo'er didn't want to know what went wrong; this had nothing to do with him. Someone would be tried for this. He just wanted to live now.

If possible, he wanted to lead more brothers to live!

He crawled on the ground, his cognitive ability for everything in his line of sight appeared to have temporary problems. After he caught his breath a little, he saw the enemy starting to come out of the woods on the other side.

Both sides started fighting around the highway.

The speed of the troop carrier was faster than tanks and infantry vehicles. These heavy weapons were still behind and would take at least twenty or thirty minutes to catch up. Counting on them was not an option; they could only fight themselves.

Pulling the bolt and opening the safety, Bo'er aimed at an enemy with the sight, pulled the trigger, pulled once, paused once, and the muzzle wouldn't fly into the sky because of the recoil.

The enemy's firepower covered them quickly. He had only fired a few shots when he suddenly heard the "tongtongtong" sound of machine gun fire.

He crawled tightly on the ground, and the surrounding mud was turned up, along with tender green grass leaves, flying everywhere!

The opponent's machine gunner also took care of the troop carrier that hadn't overturned. The machine gun bullets easily penetrated its iron fence, which had no defense to begin with. Those soldiers who had just stood up and hadn't figured out what was happening soon fell back into the truck bed.

They didn't even know where the enemy was.

Bo'er was in a very strange state. He fought mechanically, doing what he did every time he fought, reading the manual, and throwing two grenades during the period.

The exchange of fire came quickly and was too sudden, but it also went quickly. In less than fifteen minutes, the other side took the initiative to withdraw.

It wasn't until the follow-up mechanized troops caught up that Bo'er dared to stand up under the slope.

He looked at the truck bed for the first time. There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the truck bed, three of which were from his squad.

In the morning, they were still chatting about the confused future together. A few hours later, these three became corpses.

One of the two new recruits had been scared to the point of peeing, and he couldn't even hold his gun steady.

Soon the officers began to check the number of casualties. They killed more than a hundred people, but more than three hundred were killed. The company commander's face turned blue.

The original plan was a surprise attack, but now it seems that the other side must have been prepared. The next battle will be more difficult.

Everyone simply cleaned up the battlefield, and the corpses were thrown onto the troop carrier to be transported to the rear.

It is highly likely that they will not be sent back to the country; only ashes will be sent back, because the federal government currently does not intend to truly reveal how many people have died.

This number would make the public lose confidence in the war; they would only announce it little by little.

The chaplain accompanying the army looked a bit funny wearing a helmet, but he was always soothing people's emotions. In front of those scared new recruits, he helped them overcome fear.

In the words of the old chaplain, people will die anyway.

When they die of old age, they will still be judged to decide whether to go to heaven or hell.

Now, dying for the country's interests, they will definitely go to heaven after death!

In short, one sentence: you died, you earned it. What should be uneasy are those who are still alive; maybe they will go to hell later, if they can live to the end!

These things are indeed a bit useful. Some new recruits quickly walked out of fear, but it is impossible for them to be all better at once, but they have tried hard to adapt.

There are still some people who have not been persuaded.

For these people, as long as they don't run away and don't disrupt the plan, the officers don't care whether they die on the battlefield in fear or die on the battlefield like veterans without caring.

But if they intend to escape, then what awaits them must be the bullets of their own people.

This time the troop carrier did not continue to advance rapidly, but coordinated with tanks and infantry vehicles. Their actions had to be more careful.

The two new recruits were still shivering. After glancing at them, Bo'er took the initiative to walk over, took out his small liquor bottle, and signaled them to take a sip.

The spicy taste made the faces of the two new recruits turn red immediately, and Bo'er also took a sip himself.

Golden Lion liquor is really strong!

He pursed his lips, tightened the cap, "Don't think so much. The more you fear death, the more likely you are to make mistakes on the battlefield."

"If you make a mistake in the military camp, the instructor will whip you at most, but if you make a mistake on the battlefield, the only thing that will teach you a lesson is bullets."

He patted the cheeks of the two, "Cheer up like a man. Even if you die, you have to kill one of them before you die, understand!"

The two new recruits didn't speak. Bo'er was a bit angry and slapped them again, "Are you cowards?"

The eyes of everyone around were focused here. The eyes of those people were like spikes, making them unable to get off the stage.

After all, they were young people, full of blood and courage. Once stimulated, they couldn't stand it.

"We are not cowards!"

Bo'er nodded, "Very good, prove it to me later!"

He paused after saying that, "There is liquor in your supply pack. If you don't drink it..."

"Report, sir, we will drink!"

Bo'er scolded with a smile, "Keep it up."

What he meant by "keep it up" was to maintain that spirit of not admitting defeat and resisting, not to be a coward, not to be a wimp!

This was just a small episode. The ambush encountered here had been reported to the command, and soon they fed back the news: the plan remains unchanged.

The speed of the march accelerated again, and they returned to the truck.

The bloodstains in the truck bed hadn't been cleaned up and still emitted a strong fishy smell.

Someone grabbed a few handfuls of dirt, threw it on the blood, and then stepped on it firmly, rubbing it back and forth, which was slightly better.

At 5:15, they barely arrived at the scheduled location, but because they had been exposed, the next step was a strong attack, not a raid.

The enemy's defense line had been established. It was just a simple direction. One could see the temporary fortifications piled up with sandbags. Although it was a bit difficult, it wouldn't be too difficult.

They had tanks and infantry vehicles, so the chance was still very high.

Accompanied by the artillery positions in the rear starting to show their power, artillery shells began to invade the enemy's positions.

The whistling sound of tearing the air was like the laughter of death, and enemies were constantly dying due to artillery fire.

They were actually the same as the federal people, all flesh and blood, nothing to be afraid of.

The battle started. Bo'er cooperated with a tank to advance according to the company's requirements. Their main work was to prevent enemy soldiers from approaching the tank.

And when necessary, to attack those bunkers or fortifications at close range, or to pave the way for the tank to continue moving forward.

There were bullets flying everywhere on the battlefield. Appearing on the battlefield as an attacking side for the first time gave Bo'er a feeling he had never had before.

Greater pressure, greater fear, but he couldn't retreat now. The only thing he could do was move forward!

The battle on the front battlefield was more cruel. Every meter of advance required filling in the lives of many people.

When collective consciousness dominated individual consciousness, they had forgotten fear and rushed up one after another!

This battle lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening, and rising flares constantly illuminated the battlefield.

Although the enemy made responses on the flank, in fact, from the time they obtained this intelligence to the arrival of the federal people, there were still a few hours, and they had no time to do anything.

They didn't even have time to mobilize troops!

The strong attack launched by the federal people on their "main battlefield" involved a large number of troops. The soldiers on the flank fought to the death until nearly 9:40, and finally, they were all wiped out!

When Bo'er and the main force rushed into the enemy's camp and shot all the enemies, the battle did not end.

They still needed to go south to continue to exert pressure on the flank battlefield from the side.

It's just that this trip was not that difficult.

Some simple fortifications couldn't stop their advance at all. Soon, the Dantela Allied Forces realized that their plan to exert pressure on the Slader people through the flank battlefield had failed, and instead, they were hit by a muffled blow from the federal people.

Along with it, some changes also occurred on the real main battlefield. These changes detonated the battle on the main battlefield in advance.

The Slader people shouted various slogans and launched a charge on the enemy's positions under the call of the charge horn. The federal troops also began to move toward the main battlefield, forming a pincer movement.

The front-line commander of the Dantela Allied Forces decisively made the correct deployment, began to strategically adjust and transfer to the rear, leaving some troops to hold back the main force of the Slader people, while other troops had already retreated.

The battle around this location basically came to an end. As the federal army entered the main battlefield, the battle was completely killed before dawn arrived.

Early morning, the sky was just getting light. That's how the sky is in daylight saving time: long days and short nights.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was already white. The battlefield was full of cheers from the soldiers. After the Dantela Allied Forces' crushing advance, they finally stopped the footsteps of one of their routes.

This is a huge victory!

Bo'er looked at those cheering Slader people. He actually couldn't feel this feeling because what was behind them was not the Federation, not their families, and this was not their homeland.

He didn't understand the significance of the Federation's intervention in this war. At this moment, he didn't want to figure it out either, because whether he understood it or not, it was still meaningless.

He found a place, sat down holding his knees, and put his weapon in a place where he could easily reach it.

Then he lit a cigarette, slowly, looked up, and took a puff.

The thick smell of smoke seemed to cover up the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield. He tilted his head and looked at the corpses everywhere, looking at the blood sticking to the soles of his shoes. There was no sacred sense of mission in his mind, nor any glory or excitement.

Only the calmness of "surviving again."

He took out the small liquor bottle, shook it a few times, and drank the remaining liquor in one gulp.

To hell with the war!

In the Presidential Palace, those manors in the suburbs of New Jincheng, and big mansions, people had already received news from the front line and were clinking glasses and singing in surprise!

A victory on the offensive side would suppress all the negatives of this period.

They didn't care how many people died, whether the combat loss ratio had dropped to an appropriate level; they only cared about this victory completely led by the federal army!

It is not that the number of troops participating in the battle is large, so it will definitely become the role with power to speak in the military alliance.

Some countries have a small number of troops participating in the war, but their combat effectiveness is super strong. They often have more say in the distribution of interests than the Federation.

Although the Federation joined this military alliance, they hadn't proven themselves yet, so it was difficult for them to become the leader of this military alliance according to the ideas of Congress and the President.

If they cannot become the leader of the military alliance and cannot become the formulator of the future world order, what is the significance of their participation in this war?

So this offensive war must be fought, and victory must be obtained. No matter how many people are sacrificed, at this moment, their sacrifices are valuable!

Of course, not for those who have already sacrificed, but for those who are still alive.

For the masters!

In the rear of the rear, another invisible war is about to be staged, a civil war, an internal diplomatic war.

Just by winning a war, the federal government can demand more respect from the international community and a higher international status.

Everyone is doing what they should do, but it always feels a bit uncomfortable.

Lanse had already boarded the train back to Jincheng at this time. Through his intervention, some cooperation had been reached between the State Police and the State Prohibition Committee.

For example, when the local contraband management bureau lacks support, or considering that the law enforcement system may be infiltrated, they can directly ask for help from the state police.

If the state police are tight on some legal documents, they can also take a special channel from the local hazardous materials management bureau, or even from the state prohibition committee, to get legal documents on the spot.

This will have a great promotion effect on the work of both sides. Of course, the only one who can do this currently is Lanse; changing to someone else won't work.

It is conceivable that the prohibition situation in the entire state will soon be on a new level. Except for those authorized by Lanse, no matter how big or small, they will not be let go.

It is worth mentioning that Golden Lion liquor is more popular on the battlefield because its alcohol content is slightly higher than other liquors. Whether it is used to soothe the trauma caused by war or for disinfection, it is better to use.

There even appeared situations where some soldiers used other brands of liquor and cigarettes to exchange for Golden Lion liquor, which gradually established the status and influence of Golden Lion liquor among the soldiers.

Not long after Lanse returned to Jincheng, he heard news from Sumuli.

The two people he sent, as well as the corpses of Alberto and Fudis, were thrown into the sea by Christopher and finally disappeared... ===== CHAPTER 751 =====