Chapter 760: George's sense of participation

The officer looked at the two documents in his hand, his eyes stayed on George and Ian for a moment, and his eyes showed an emotion that George couldn't distinguish.

Hatred?

Hostility?

Mostly indifference.

He didn't understand why the officer looked at him with such indifference. In fact, the reason was very simple.

They are highly likely not to come back.

Even if they can survive on the battlefield, it is very difficult to report some real situations.

The federal army is still exploring the combat style belonging to the Federation. Strategy and tactics are not classroom notes and applications in the classroom. Every decision often brings consequences that people cannot predict.

This also led to some situations where I didn't know what to say. The generals were very cautious and would think more.

But the more cautious, the easier it is to miss some opportunities.

Fate is like joking with them, making them bold, decisive, and often wrong decisions.

So every strategic and tactical arrangement is very tangled.

The military high-level and the Ministry of National Defense have begun to cultivate the Federation's combat thinking and strategic tactics. This is a running-in period.

Using the enthusiasm and life of young people to run in.

Every rotation will take away some people. The masters feel that these payments are worth it, because the more you pay now, the less you will lose in the future!

They didn't ask those young soldiers whether they were willing to accept such a result, let alone ask them whether they were willing to participate in the game at the cost of their lives for the future of the Federation and their future.

Clearly they are the key to the war, but no one cares about them.

The power of the individual, if it has always been the power of the individual, has no meaning in front of the country.

There are many black-household immigrants in the army who have no identity. Even if they die, they cannot form any strong influence on the public opinion of the Federation.

The officer found a jeep to send them to the front line. On the way to the front line, George took out 20 dollars and handed it to the driver who was driving.

The driver didn't react at first. When he reacted, the speed of the car also dropped a lot. "What does this mean, sir?"

He didn't reach out to take the 20 dollars. He didn't know what kind of tricks George was playing that he hadn't seen.

George put the money directly into the pocket of the driver's jacket, and patted it properly. "Nothing, we just want to ask about the situation on the front line."

The driver didn't speak, but the speed of the car obviously didn't increase. He added, "There are only three of us here, no one knows what happened here, we guarantee we won't talk nonsense."

"I guarantee, no one told me anything, everything is what I guessed!"

These words were said very sincerely. The driver glanced at him, his voice a bit low. "What do you want to know?"

George pursed his lips. "How many people have we died so far in the war?"

The driver shook his head. "Don't know."

"You don't know either?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

The driver also looked at him. "Why must I know?"

"We died about 30,000 people when we established the defense line over there, but after the attack was launched, the troops were replenished and scattered, and we didn't know what the specific situation was."

"After every battle has some casualties, new recruits will soon be replenished. We can't know every new recruit."

Although they didn't know the exact data, just the defense stage killed 30,000 people, which was enough to make George feel cold in his heart.

Because in the official report, they only mentioned "thousands of people", but in fact, this number might be ten times!

More than 20,000 sacrificed soldiers were artificially "hidden". This is a crime!

Even their families don't know what happened at this time, and don't know that they have lost their family members!

These bureaucracies!

Ian didn't expect that there were so many casualties. He seemed a bit silent. He also knew that the numbers might not be accurate, but he didn't expect that so many would be hidden!

This also means that the Federation is actually not in an advantageous position, although they have been winning!

"Shameful victory!" George commented.

The driver curled his lips and said nothing.

Actually... for these soldiers, whether 10,000 people died, 100,000 people died, or 1 million people died, they wouldn't feel too much.

What they can feel is how many newcomers came to their company this time, maybe twenty or thirty, so in their concept, the casualties in the true sense are just these twenty or thirty people.

As for the others, here they behave exactly the same as the generals. To them, they are just numbers!

George asked about some situations on the front line. Now both sides are fighting a tug-of-war around two hills.

If the Federation can take down the two hills, continuing to advance east is all downhill, and the battle is more advantageous.

If they cannot take control of the two hills, their subsequent offensive plans will be severely frustrated.

The grand strategy of the federal military has completely split from the Slades. They are executing their own combat plans, not the Slades'.

The military high-level, the Ministry of National Defense, the Congress, and the Presidential Palace all realized that this is actually an important opportunity, allowing them to embrace war again after half a century!

Taking down this high ground affects the entire strategy, reflecting the value of the Federation in this war, so that they can get more benefits after the war, master more discourse power, and have a higher status!

Everything is for the Federation!

The vehicle approached the foot of the mountain, and the sound of constant artillery could already be heard. Although the two hills didn't look very high, when they really came to the foot of the mountain, they could clearly perceive that they were actually not short at all.

At least seven or eight hundred meters above sea level, there were some camps on the gentle slope. Both sides are now frantically pulling around the hill. Artillery shells constantly fell on the hill, and the sound of continuous gunfire and shouting made people feel like they had entered another world!

Wounded soldiers were constantly dragged down from above, and soldiers who had rested were constantly rushing up. After the driver stopped the car and simply handed over with an officer, he dropped the two and drove away.

He didn't want to stay here at all. What if he was temporarily conscripted to die?

The frontline officer arranged for two soldiers to protect George and Ian. They didn't stop and directly requested to go to the front line.

The officer just squinted at them twice and agreed, and even wished them good luck.

Along the way, you can't see any corpses, but the ground is full of blood, mixed with mud, and the road leading to the hill is dark red.

Gunfire and artillery fire merged into one. Just as they walked to two-thirds of the way, suddenly there was a strong cheer on the hillside. George widened his eyes to look for something, and at the same time took out his camera.

The soldier responsible for protecting them shouted with surprise, "Took it down!"

"Quick, quick, go up!"

George shouted, carrying things and starting to accelerate, and Ian followed closely. The two ran for a while and started panting. Fortunately, two soldiers would help them occasionally.

More than ten minutes later, the two finally reached the top of the hill.

The hill is actually... very bald. There is a defensive work that has been destroyed here. Even the concrete at least half a meter thick has been cracked and collapsed in many places.

Above the broken building, the federal flag is erected.

The soldiers all seemed a bit excited, but it was clear that the battle was not over yet. They needed to hold at least one or two waves of enemy counterattacks here.

Wait for the follow-up support troops to be pressed up continuously, and then launch an attack down the mountain, their pressure will be reduced.

George, who was panting when he reached the top of the mountain, just showed a "summit" smile when suddenly the soldier beside him pressed his head and pressed him to the ground.

He didn't even have time to ask what happened, and heard a continuous explosion!

The enemy's artillery unit began to shell the hill. They tried to drive the federal army off the hill through shelling, just like the federal people did before.

Artillery shells flew across the sky, and no one knew where they would fall.

Maybe in a very far place, lifting some mud, grass, and trees in the distance.

Maybe right beside...

George had never felt such fear before!

He hugged his head and lay close to the ground. Even so, his back was hit by something, and it hurt badly.

This round of shelling lasted for about ten minutes. When no artillery shells came, the machine gun sound in the hilltop defensive work began to sound, and the enemy began to counterattack!

George urgently wanted to shoot some close-up real pictures. He shook his head, shook off the sand and stones, and then turned to look at the soldier beside him, stunned.

Then his face became a bit terrified and pale, because the soldier beside him was already dead.

A piece of shrapnel happened to tear into his shoulder blade, and the flesh and blood were turned out, as well as the internal organs.

Looking at his eyes that were dead and not closed, George suddenly felt a shiver. He peed a little, and then held it back.

He climbed up in horror and looked around.

Many corpses were lying horizontally and vertically. Some corpses were just lying quietly, and no injuries could be seen.

There were also some corpses whose death state made people feel intense discomfort.

For a time, his brain was blank, and the whole world seemed to have only his own breathing sound.

Some soldiers climbed up and rushed directly into the defensive work, joining the defensive battle, including the survivor soldier who escorted Amen up.

Ian also climbed up. He was shocked by the picture around him and couldn't speak.

There were at least dozens of corpses lying here. The whole hill is not just such a small place. How many people died in other places?

It was just a round of shelling!

Life is ridiculous and insignificant in war.

The two looked at each other and walked silently towards the broken defensive work. They were exchanging fire with the Dantras on the hillside on the other side.

George took out his camera and found a place where a soldier was shooting.

He was shooting a machine gunner, who was sweeping the dense forest under the mountain. George aimed the lens at his face.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen or nineteen years old. His beard was just fluff, and there was a firm expression on his face that did not match his age.

When the children of those rich people were still driving yachts and playing with girls, he became a qualified machine gunner, killing enemies for the interests of the Federation on the battlefield far away from his family!

After shooting for less than ten seconds, suddenly this young machine gunner's head lifted up, up.

In the situation where George himself didn't react, the soldier beside him kicked his corpse to one side and fell backward.

The soldier beside him cursed "Fuck", then hurriedly dragged his body and grabbed the machine gun handle he was holding tightly.

The muzzle of the machine gun had flown to the sky. He buckled the soldier's hand from the machine gun handle, and then kicked him to a position away from this gap with his foot.

Immediately, he turned over, grabbed the handle again, and started sweeping at the enemy who was constantly approaching below.

There was no fear on his face, only anger!

Thick, inseparable anger!

He turned all fear, joy, and sorrow into the nourishment of anger, and nourished the anger incomparably vigorously!

Another soldier took the initiative to start connecting the ammunition belt, and also stared at him.

If he was also shot, then the soldier holding the ammunition belt would take his place and continue shooting.

The whole process might take seven or eight seconds, and the action of changing people was completed. Everyone was performing their duties. They were like a precise instrument, which could run automatically without manual intervention.

Seeing this scene, George was a bit silent. Perhaps everyone of them was mentally prepared to be unable to leave, so they could fight here so heroically, throwing away personal greed for life!

He found a suitable position, a position where no one had fired, and shot at the hillside.

In those woods, it was densely packed with people holding weapons. They were climbing hard, and people were constantly falling down suddenly, and then rolling down.

Both sides might have never met in their lives, and there was no deep hatred, but the moment they met, it was the moment of life and death.

At this moment, George felt that he seemed to have some sublimation!

The battle lasted for about ten minutes, and the second round of shelling arrived. The entire defensive work was shaking, and concrete fragments were constantly falling from the head.

The soldiers also tried their best to protect themselves and hide behind the bunker. He looked at the soldier closest to him, and the soldier also looked at him.

The soldier was holding his weapon, his eyes were particularly calm, and even gave George a feeling that he was slacking off!

The two looked at each other, but they were not looking at each other, because the focus in the soldier's eyes was not on him, but he was looking at him. This is why he felt the soldier was slacking off.

The shelling was still coming constantly. After occupying the hill, the artillery on the Federation side couldn't help, they could only endure here.

There was a sound of collapse from the side, accompanied by screams. He poked his head and looked. A section of the concrete room collapsed, burying a few people, or more.

They didn't die immediately, they were still screaming in the ruins.

The soldier holding the gun and slacking off came back to his senses. He raised the weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger coldly and ruthlessly at a soldier with a pleading expression.

With a bang, George reacted. He pushed the soldier. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"He is still alive!"

The soldier just glanced at him and shook his head. "He can't live."

Then he didn't speak again.

George was silent again.

The shelling stopped for more than ten minutes again. The enemy troops on the hillside were closer, almost in front of them, at most thirty or forty meters away!

Both sides exchanged fire fiercely again. At this moment, George felt a... kind of emotion he couldn't say was boiling.

After he fixed the camera in a position, he picked up the weapon in the hands of the dead soldier.

He had hunted, knew how to use weapons, and then, under the astonished eyes of the soldiers, found a position and started shooting at the enemy outside.

Semi-automatic rifle, except for the trouble of loading, the feel of shooting is good, which is also the choice of soldiers.

He constantly aimed at the target and constantly pulled the trigger. He was not sure if the fallen enemies were killed by him, he only knew he had to do so.

Suddenly, a few concrete fragments bounced off the wall, stinging his cheek. He hurriedly changed a position and continued shooting.

The camera faithfully recorded everything!

Seeing that the enemy was about to attack the hill again, the reinforcements behind arrived. A whole company came to this small piece of land.

George relaxed his spirit a bit. He sat paralyzed in the corner, watching the new soldiers start to exchange fire with expressionless faces, and didn't know what he was thinking for a while.

He stayed on the front line for a full week and roughly figured out the military's plan.

Because of the repeated defeats of the Slades, to reverse the situation, it is necessary to contain the mechanized troops of the Dantras who are constantly advancing.

After going down from this hill, it is the enemy's supply line. If the supply line is cut off, the enemy troops fighting on the front line will have no supplies and will soon be eaten up by the encirclement.

Eating this part of the mechanized troops will have a more direct impact on the current war situation, and can even be said to reverse the war situation to a certain extent!

The Slades didn't quite agree with this idea, because the mechanized troops were not very convenient to pass through this hill, and some parts were very steep.

In other words, even if the hill was captured, only lightweight troops could pass through. Using flesh and blood to fight against mechanized troops?

Not to mention the officers didn't agree, the soldiers didn't agree either.

The federal military, however, believed that this plan was feasible and had strong executability.

After pulling for a week, the hill was finally firmly occupied, and with the continuous support of follow-up reinforcements, they began to launch an offensive down the hillside.

Standing on the hill blowing the wind with summer restlessness, looking at the land stained with blood, this year, this mountain forest will definitely be particularly lush!

He didn't know what "an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood" meant, but he knew that every inch of land was exchanged by soldiers with their lives.

He didn't know if it was worth doing so. He just wanted to report these things out in a fair tone.

Let the readers judge.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 761 =====