Chapter 277
My Empire Chapter 277
2020-11-03
Chapter 277 277 PropagandaThe commander of the 1st Armored Division looked at General Walter helplessly in his headquarters and replied: "These photos were taken by the frontline troops, and I personally went to some positions to see..."
"The whole city has almost been completely destroyed. To be honest, anyone with a conscience, look at It will not be too pleasant to see that scene." The division commander of the 1st Armored Division said a little depressed.
He didn't even take a half step back when he was fighting fiercely with the main force of the puppet empire half a month ago. At the most dangerous time, a troop of the puppet empire was only several hundred meters away from his headquarters.
At that time, he was never so shaken. When he saw the ruins of Bellevue with his own eyes, he was really shaken. The reason why civilization is called civilization is because civilization has its own morality. have their own bottom line.
Anyone who remains indifferent when a city is completely destroyed, or who takes pleasure in other people's misfortune, has no doubt that his humanity has been twisted.
"They started the war first, my friend... we don't want to do it either, but it's war." Walter looked at the various photos in front of him, fiddling with them with his hands write.
Each piece is almost in ruins, some are mage towers that have not completely collapsed, and some are city walls that have been completely destroyed. Just from these ruins, you can see how gold and jade in glorious splendor this city was before it was destroyed.
"The more beautiful this place is, the more thoroughly our ancestors were exploited. Every magician city can be said to be built on the bones of mortals." Walter word by word said.
"So I carried out the mission firmly! And I will carry it out firmly!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division raised his chin and said, "As a soldier, I take it as my duty to obey orders. Never wavered at all."
"Soothed the emotions of the soldiers, after all, we only destroyed one Bellevue, there won't be too many similar things, and the Emperor Your Majesty is also merciful, there is no doubt about this !" said Walter Nodded.
"Of course! Any choice made by the Emperor Your Majesty is correct! If the Emperor Your Majesty orders, I will not question it, and execute it firmly!" The division commander of the 1st Armored Division replied immediately.
Walter picked up a picture of refugees from the table: "Minister Deans called and asked us to select some friendly pictures to send back to promote."
"Anyway, The disaster in front of me was caused by the sudden disappearance of the Archon of the Holy Demon Emperor, and their suffering was also due to the inability to rescue them and had nothing to do with our attack! Do you understand?" Walter took the picture of the refugees scrambling to receive Alanhill food. The photo was pushed to the division commander of the 1st Armored Division.
The teacher picked up the photo from the table, looked at the thin faces above, and replied, "Understood! I'll order the war correspondent to retake some photos to ensure Minister Deans' satisfaction. "
"We are saviors, we are here to help all people out of suffering." Walter concluded: "War is suffering, and we are here to end this war forever!"
"Yes!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division raised his chest and stood at attention in response.
"Don't get me wrong! I'm not talking nonsense! I'm emphasizing our attitude!" Walter stood up and walked over to his hands: "I'll give you more trucks, Trucks full of food! Trucks full of tents...don't let me down!"
"Yes! Sir!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division stood at attention once again and responded.
A truck stopped in a clearing, and a group of soldiers without guns swarmed up, lifted the trunk of the truck, and began to unload the neatly stacked instant noodles and compressed biscuits. .
"Hurry up! Hurry up! It's waiting over there!" A squad leader urged his soldiers while helping. Several soldiers of the Holy Demon Emperor were also helping in a frenzy. Because they wore armor for a long time, they were in better physical condition and carried more.
"Why don't the 1st Company come to help...Damn it!" a soldier complained while wiping his sweat while stacking one box of instant noodles on another.
"They are stationed on the high ground, and we can cover them here. It's safe." A soldier gasping for breath removed the compressed biscuit carton on his shoulder and replied out of breath.
They have been busy for a long time, and some soldiers of the 3rd Company have come to help, but the supplies and the civilians of the Holy Demon Emperor who are lacking in supplies are still overwhelming. I heard that another battalion has also opened a food pick-up area, and there is such a hot scene there.
"No one is making trouble, at least it's a good sign." A soldier resting on the box unscrewed the water bottle around his waist and drank the water inside, vaguely said.
This is indeed a good phenomenon. Although many people looked at the Alanhill soldiers with hatred in their eyes, until now, there has not been any troublesome Saint Demon Emperor magician.
Most civilians were restrained, and many even said thank you after getting the food.
But when overwhelming majority, the atmosphere is dull and terrifying. The soldiers of Alanhill here are constantly sending things, and the civilians of the Holy Demon Emperor country and the soldiers who surrendered there are constantly receiving things.
No one speaks, just silently doing their own thing to each other. A few little girls squeezed compressed biscuits, squatted by the not clear creek, and drank water like small animals.
"They need cups, bowls...equipment to boil water..., soap, medicine, tent...quilt, and clothes." A recorder was recording the problems he found in a notebook, The soldier who was in charge of protecting him carried a weapon on his back and added with a sneer: "They still need a car, a tank, and it's better to give them another atomic bomb and drop it on Serris to get revenge."
" You seem to hate magicians..." The recorder asked the soldiers following him aloud without raising his head.
"My elder sister happened to be on the street when they attacked Tunsk. Too many times these bastards are perfidious, so I think all of them should be destroyed along with Bellevue. "The soldier replied coldly.
Not everyone is willing to sympathize with these Saint Demon Emperor refugees who have actually been miserable to the extreme. The hatred of mortals is actually not much less than the hatred of magicians.
Everyone has a deep blood feud, but those who are capable of revenge now are mortals who were once oppressed, exploited, and persecuted. If the roles are reversed, there will also be magicians who sympathize with mortals. Isn't that how mortals rely on the sympathy and compassion of others, struggling on whilst at death's door to today?
"Alas... I hope we can finally stop repeating the previous history." The recorder lifted the head, patted the soldier's shoulder comfortably, and continued to lower his head and write: "Cleaning the equipment... And doctors, a lot of doctors."
In the distance, red's cross looked striking on a large, well-ventilated field tent.
Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a red cross armband wrapped around his arm was examining a wound on a woman's arm: "It's infected, there's no way to do it, mark this, amputation."
"Doctor..." The woman said desperately, her voice so hoarse that it sounded uncomfortable: "My arm?"
"I can't keep it." The doctor put the simple The diagnosis and treatment plan was handed to a soldier next to him: "Take her to the infection ward! You have to wear a mask! Arrange to see it off tomorrow!"
This morning, most of the people he saw were very Serious infection, many people need amputation, if the medicine is sufficient, many people's arms may be saved.
It's a pity that he doesn't have that much medicine in his hands. Although the troops have urgently dispatched some medicines, because the war is far from over, most of the transportation capacity of the road must be ensured to transport troops to supply ammunition.
The capacity squeezed out in this way naturally does not support the rebuilding of Bellevue, but in order to do enough superficial work, a lot of precious capacity has been wasted.
For example, in several areas of the ruins of Bellevue, reconstruction work has already started, and this is a face project that is obviously displayed to reporters and others: the excavator is working hard, not There are few heavy machinery and trucks coming in and out, so it's very lively.
However, such an action will squeeze the transportation capacity, including the fuel of the vehicles, and the road transportation capacity occupied by the equipment itself.
For example, in several model refugee camps, hot water carts for bathing have been prepared, and dining carts are already in place. Some tents that look good have also been set up. However, there is still not much food or medicine in these places.
Because of the need for such and such an image project, the items that are really needed are still in short supply. Although after Alanhill took over, these refugees around Bellevue saw hope and were indeed much better than before, but their suffering is far from over.
A war correspondent looks into the camera, interviewing a local refugee. The other party was obviously selected, and looked quiet and polite: "A local man with a better attitude was standing beside me, and he made some requests to us, including food and water, and more tents..."
"Thank you to the Alanhill government, to the great Alanhill emperor Your Majesty...he saved us, yes, I think we should all be grateful to Alanhill for his help." The shy man faced the camera, weeping bitter tears reveal the truth.
"Reconstruction of Bellevue, which was destroyed by war, is already underway! We will try to rebuild this once glorious magical city... Alanhill National TV, reporter Alisha is on the front line for You report..." The female reporter was dignified and generous and made her final statement.
(end of this chapter)