Chapter 761: Prohibition and escape

During these few days, George lived and slept with the soldiers, and could pick up a gun and pull the trigger a few times when necessary, which made the soldiers accept him well.

He would conduct some interviews with the soldiers in the gaps of the battle, similar to topics like "Do you think it makes sense for us to come here to fight the Dantras for the Slades".

Most soldiers seemed very dazed by the questions he raised.

He especially remembered a young man who was only eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school. Because he was called by the recruitment advertisement, in order to pursue the path recommended by his idol, he signed up to join the army and was then sent to the front line.

He had no accurate concept of these questions at all. After anxiety and fear, he gradually became numb and then accepted all this.

He didn't know if it made sense. He only knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to move forward!

A very interesting young man, he would tell some very fashionable jokes, like smoking, and also like drinking, but his drinking capacity was not very good.

Sometimes he would sing when he drank too much, dance alone, in short, a very lively person.

In a battle two days after interviewing this young man, he was swept by a machine gun not far from George.

The bullet directly tore open his carotid artery, no matter how he covered it, he couldn't cover the blood spraying out.

In less than thirty seconds, he fell to the ground and left this world in convulsions.

Knowing that moment, George realized that if you see too many dead people, and everyone may die at any time, then people will not be afraid of death.

Only numbness.

He also didn't feel fear, just felt a pity, an eighteen-year-old young man, just left this beautiful world he hadn't had time to experience carefully.

He didn't even know until he died why he was here, why he participated in this war with this identity.

The established plan of the military was successfully completed under the promotion of 100,000 people. There were many casualties. New faces would come to the company every few days, and George also realized the words the driver said when he came.

For him, the only ones who really died in the war were those new faces who disappeared in the company.

In the next period of time, both sides tacitly began to readjust the battlefield arrangement. Although tens of thousands of infantry came, there were no large mechanized troops, but it still caused great trouble to the supply line and the "rear".

The Dantras began to shrink, and some troops fell into the encirclement.

During this relatively calm period, George wrote many notes and interview reports. The more he wrote these contents, the more curious he felt in his heart.

Why do the federal people want to participate in this war that has nothing to do with the Federation?

He doesn't understand.

When a person expresses inability to understand a problem, his position is actually already determined.

I don't know how long it has passed, George finished his draft, and also sorted out the audio-visual materials.

After he exchanged some views with Ian, he added some content, and then went to the command post.

It is very simple to send the news from the front line back to the back, just use the radio, but he has a lot of manuscripts and audio-visual materials in his hand, which requires mailing.

He and Ian came to the command post together and explained the situation.

There were some previous peers here. Seeing George and Ian return safely, they were very surprised, and some people took the initiative to come over and talk about what happened on the front line.

Having experienced a journey to the front line, George is no longer the same as his past self.

He didn't talk about too detailed content. After all, he still planned to rely on these news to win the Golden Newspaper Award again. He just talked about the problem he was most confused about—

Where is the meaning of this war?

He was chatting with these people, and the officer who received him before came out of the command post. "Mr. George, you can come in."

After George said goodbye to them, he followed the officer into this simple command post and came to a small room.

There is a table and three chairs in it. The officer didn't sit down. He pressed his thumbs and the other four fingers on the table separately, forming a triangle-like structure.

"Mr. George, because you have been on the front line, in order to avoid some misunderstandings between us, I need to check the manuscripts and audio-visual materials you want to mail back. I hope you can cooperate."

The officer's request can only be said to be reasonable, and George cannot refuse.

He took out some articles he wrote, as well as those films and films.

The officer checked the report manuscripts very seriously, while the others were washed out first.

After watching for about twenty minutes, the officer put down the report manuscript in his hand and shook his head. "Mr. George, there is a lot of news in this that is not allowed to be reported, so it's a pity that we can't help you mail these documents back to the Federation."

"And...", he shook his head and didn't continue.

He then checked the audio-visual materials provided by George. They were all very cruel pictures, which would make ordinary people feel uneasy.

Combined with the articles he wrote, once these things leaked out, it might cause social protests.

The officer sorted out all the things and put them into a larger kraft paper bag.

George, who saw this, couldn't help but say, "Hey, what are you going to do?"

"That's my stuff, my personal items!"

He tried to fight for the kraft paper bag in the officer's hand, but was pushed away by the officer. "Keep calm, Mr. George."

"Your reports, the materials you shot, are highly likely to trigger some unpredictable disorderly social consequences, so these things will be kept in our hands for the time being."

"Until the Ministry of National Defense finishes the assessment and confirms that they are 'harmless', we will return the things to you."

"Before that, you can't take them away!"

These things can be considered to have been carefully prepared for a long time, including George's own thoughts.

And when writing, he was holding a particularly agitated emotion, mood, to try.

So the writing style is very bold, and also very radical and hot. He almost scolded the Congress and the Presidential Palace directly in the manuscript.

Scolding them for sending the young people of the Federation, the little suns representing the future, to the battlefield to be extinguished by the ice water of war for their own selfish interests!

At that time, he had this thought. He knew he should treat these materials more rationally, but he couldn't do it.

Emotion made him rarely challenge his work.

But if he were asked to rewrite one now, it would be very difficult for him to write so full of emotion and read it in one breath!

Once a person retreats from a certain excited emotion, cognition will also change accordingly.

He tried to fight for it again, took a step forward, and reached out to grab the kraft paper bag in the officer's hand.

Unfortunately, he is not a professional soldier after all, although he may have fired a gun on the mountain and may have killed the enemy.

But he didn't undergo various strict training, his movements were too slow, and he was easily avoided by the officer.

The officer shouted, "Guard!"

The door of the room was immediately pushed open, and three soldiers poured into the room.

He took a few steps back, looked at George, whose emotions were gradually getting out of control, and said to the soldiers, "Let him calm down. Before there is a new order, he is not allowed to leave this room!"

After the officer finished speaking, he picked up the wide-brimmed military cap on the table and left the room with his manuscript.

George wanted to chase after him, but was pushed away roughly by two soldiers. "Stay there!"

"Don't let us misunderstand what you want to do!" A sergeant raised the weapon in his hand and pointed it at him, his finger already controlled on the safety switch.

Facing the dark muzzle, George calmed down immediately. He slowly raised his hands high. "Sorry."

Then he was locked in a small room. He didn't understand, but seemed to understand something.

Perhaps this is why the country only reports good news. They blocked the channels for people to know the truth, and also made people unable to think independently in constant victory.

Sitting on the simple low bed, he rubbed his face with both hands. He must escape, let everyone know the truth!

In the command post, a major general shook his head after seeing these materials, and then handed the things to his adjutant. "... Save it."

He wanted to say destroy it, but later felt that perhaps these materials could be handed over to the Ministry of National Defense.

The Ministry of National Defense does have its own power in dealing with these problems. Maybe these materials can play some role in propaganda.

"Where is the person?"

"Locked in room No. 7," the soldier replied.

The major general nodded very satisfied. "Don't give him too much business, so as not to let him continue to think wildly."

After the soldier took the order and left, the major general focused his attention on the analysis of the current war situation again.

No one cared, and the soldiers didn't think that a reporter could really do anything under their noses.

Five days later, Lanse received a call.

"It's me...", Lanse answered the phone. It turned out he was supervising the filming of the movie in Creek City.

But an unfriendly thing happened, and he had to come back first.

Someone again, sending liquor to Liklai State, with an actual value of about 1.5 million.

Not long after entering Liklai State, it was stopped by the highway police. After a short exchange of fire between the two sides, these fire trucks soon disappeared in the marginal area of Liklai State.

There are many dirt roads there, and no one knows where they went.

This matter is more important than grape bricks. Grape bricks only target low-end consumer groups.

One hundred low-end consumer groups are not as good as one high-end consumer group.

One hundred cups of special beer are only fifteen dollars, but a bottle of Golden Lion Five-Year Aged Whiskey, Lanse's selling price here is as high as 1,000 dollars!

And the liquor brought over this time is all medium-to-high-end spirits, which will have a certain impact on Lanse's high-end liquor market.

He also doesn't know if this is a test by the other party, or if this kind of trade has existed for a period of time.

He also wants to know who ordered the goods and who shipped them.

It happened that he was talking to someone about this matter when George called.

"I'm George, I need you to do me a favor...", his voice sounded very anxious.

Lanse frowned. "What do you need me to do?"

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