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The commander of the 1st Armored Division looked at General Walter helplessly in his own headquarters, and replied: "These photos were taken by the front-line troops, and I have personally gone to some positions to see them......."

"The whole city has almost been completely destroyed, and to be honest, anyone who still has a little conscience will not feel very comfortable seeing it." The commander of the 1st Armored Division said with some depression.

Half a month ago, when he fought fiercely with the main force of the puppet empire, he didn't even take half a step back. At the most dangerous time, a unit of the puppet empire was only a few hundred meters away from his headquarters.

At that time, he had never been so shaken, and when he saw the ruins of Bellevy with his own eyes, he was really shaken - the reason why civilization is called civilization is because civilization has its own morality and its own bottom line.

If someone remains indifferent or gloating at the sight of a city being completely destroyed, his humanity is undoubtedly distorted.

"It was they who started the war first, my friend...... We don't want to do that, but it's war. Walter looked at the various photographs in front of him, fiddling with them with his hands.

Almost every one of them was in ruins, some were mage towers that had not completely collapsed, and some were walls that had been completely destroyed. Just from these ruins, you can see how splendid the city was before it was destroyed.

"The more beautiful it is, the more thoroughly our ancestors were exploited. Every magician's city can be said to be built on the bones of mortals. Walter said word for word.

"So I carried out my mission with determination! And I'm going to do it with determination! The commander of the 1st Armored Division held his chin high and said: "As a soldier, I have never wavered in my duty to obey orders. ”

"Calm the emotions of the soldiers, after all, we only ruined one Bellivi, there won't be too many similar things, His Majesty the Emperor is also merciful, there is no doubt about this!" Walter nodded.

"Of course! Any choice made by His Majesty the Emperor is correct! If His Majesty the Emperor gives an order, I will not question it and resolutely implement it! The commander of the 1st Panzer Division immediately replied.

Walter picked up a photo of the refugees from his desk: "Secretary Deans called, let's pick some photos that are close to the people and send them back to publicize." ”

"In any case, the current disaster is caused by the sudden disappearance of the Great Archon of the Holy Demon Empire, and their suffering is also due to the unfavorable rescue, and it has nothing to do with our attack! Do you understand? Walter pushed the photo of the refugees scrambling to get food for Iran Hill to the commander of the 1st Panzer Division.

The division commander picked up the photo from the table, looked at the emaciated faces on it, nodded and replied, "Understood!" I'll order the war correspondents to retake some photos to make sure Secretary Dines is satisfied. ”

"We are deliverers, and 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 stood tall in response.

"Don't get me wrong! I'm not saying anything cool! I'm emphasizing our attitude! Walter stood up and walked over to his men: "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 Panzer Division once again stood upright in response.

A truck pulled up in an open field, and a group of soldiers with no guns swarmed up, lifted the back of the truck, and began unloading the neatly stacked instant noodles and compressed biscuits inside.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm waiting to use it over there! A squad leader helped while urging his own soldiers. Several soldiers from the Holy Demon Empire were also in full swing to help, because they had been wearing armor for a long time, their physical condition was better, and they carried more.

"Why don't you ask someone from the 1st Company to help...... Damn it! A soldier stacked one box of instant noodles on top of another, wiping his sweat and complaining.

"They're stationed on high ground, and we can cover it on our side, safe." A soldier panted and removed the compressed biscuit carton from his shoulder, and replied breathlessly.

They have been busy for a long time, and some of the soldiers of the 3rd Company have come to help, but there are still many supplies and civilians of the Holy Demon Empire who lack supplies. I heard that another battalion also opened a food collection office, and it was also a hot scene there.

"No one is making trouble, at least that's a good sign." A soldier who was resting on a box unscrewed the kettle on his waist, gulped down the water inside, and said vaguely.

This is indeed a good sign, although many people look at the soldiers of Irlanhill with hatred in their eyes, but until now, there has not been a single troublesome Holy Demon Empire magician.

Most civilians were restrained, and many even thanked them after getting the food.

But most of the time, the atmosphere is dull and terrible. The soldiers of Ellan Hill here are constantly sending things, and the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire and the soldiers who surrendered are constantly receiving things.

No one spoke, just silently doing their own thing with each other. A few little girls pinched compressed biscuits, squatted by the not clear stream, and drank water with their heads bowed like small animals.

"They need cups, bowls...... Equipment that can boil water......, soap, medicine, tents...... Quilts, and clothes. A note-taker was writing down the questions he had found in his notebook, and the soldier next to him, carrying a weapon on his back, added with a sneer: "They also need cars, tanks, and it's better to give them another atomic bomb and drop it on Seris to get revenge." ”

"You seem to hate magicians...... "The recorder asked the soldier beside him without looking up.

"My sister happened to be on the street when they attacked Tunsk. These bastards have treacherously been the ones they have had so many times that I think they all deserve to be destroyed along with Bellivy. The soldier replied coldly.

Not everyone is willing to sympathize with these refugees from the Holy Demon Empire, who are actually miserable to the extreme. The hatred of mortals is not at all much compared to the hatred of magicians.

Everyone has a deep blood feud, but the people who have the ability to take revenge now are mortals who have been oppressed, exploited and persecuted. If the roles are reversed, there will also be magicians who sympathize with mortals, and the mortals of the past didn't rely on the sympathy and pity of others to survive to this day?

"Alas...... I hope that in the end, we can not repeat the previous history. The recorder looked up, patted the soldier on the shoulder comfortingly, and continued to bow his head and write: "Clean the equipment...... And doctors, a lot of doctors. ”

In the distance, on a well-ventilated, huge field tent, the red cross looked unusually eye-catching.

Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a red cross armband wrapped around his arm was examining the wound on a woman's arm: "It's infected, there's no way to do it, mark it, amputate it." ”

"Doctor......" the woman said desperately, her voice so hoarse that it sounded uncomfortable: "My arm? ”

"I can't keep it." The doctor handed a simple treatment plan to a soldier beside him: "Take her to the infection ward!" You have to be careful to wear a mask! Arrange to be sawed off tomorrow! ”

Most of the people he saw this morning had very serious infections, many needed amputation, and many of them could have their arms saved if the medicine was sufficient.

It's a shame that he doesn't have that many drugs in his hands. Although the troops have urgently allocated some medicines, because the war is far from over, most of the road capacity must be ensured to transport the troops and ammunition.

Naturally, the capacity squeezed out in this way does not support the reconstruction of Bailivi, but in order to do enough superficial work, a lot of valuable capacity has been wasted.

For example, in several sections of the Bailivi ruins, reconstruction work has already begun, and this is a face-saving project that is clearly designed to show reporters and others: excavators are hard at work, heavy machinery and trucks are coming in and out, and it is so lively.

However, such actions are going to crowd out capacity, including fuel for vehicles, as well as road transport capacity for the equipment itself.

In several model refugee camps, for example, hot water trucks for bathing have been set up, and dining trucks have been put in place. Some tents that look good have also been erected. But there is still not much food and not much medicine in these places.

Because of the need to put on such and such image projects, the items that are really urgently needed are still in short supply. Although after Iran Hill took over, these refugees around Bellevy saw hope, and indeed lived much better than before, but their suffering was far from over.

A war correspondent looks at the camera and interviews a local refugee. The other party was apparently singled out, and seemed quiet and polite: "There was a nice local standing next to me, and he made some requests to us, including food and water, and more tent ......"

"Thank you to the government of Irranhill, and to His Majesty the great Emperor of Aeranhill...... He saved us, and yes, I feel like we should all be grateful for Iran Hill's help. Some shy men faced the camera, crying bitterly and revealing their true feelings.

"The reconstruction of Belivi, which was destroyed by the war, is already underway on the ground! We will work hard to rebuild this once glorious magical city...... Ellan Hill National TV, reporter Alyssa is on the front line to report for you...... "The female reporter is dignified and generous, and finally makes a statement.