In any case, I never imagined that the most important casualties of our small detachment would occur on the eve of receiving support from the Ming army. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early hours of the morning, thirty GIs left this world forever, and Xu Xing, as the Supreme Commander, was also shot in the abdomen and unconscious—although I was tempted to say that this waste wood deserved it, but the thought of this came to my mind made me feel guilty.

Although he was still a little immature, and although he had one or another problem worthy of criticism, the bullet holes in front of him, rather than behind him, had proved his courage. Hiding in a hidden depression without firing a single shot made it impossible for me to blame him for his shortcomings. He fought, I didn't. Even if I'm a civil official, I can't make my heart feel at ease.

The human heart is flesh and blood, and I am no exception, every time I see a corpse, my heart hurts. There really is nothing good about war except the end.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you think that today's style of writing is a little wrong? Ha, of course, even if I am optimistic, I can't always keep a smile on my face in the face of such a tragic battlefield. But well...... Tough as me, how can I become depressed and misanthropic because of this little blow? I'm the man at the top of the food chain! Uh, no, it's another cross-talk, I should say - I'm a man with dragon slayers! If I can't leave a trace in the history books, what have I worked so hard for?

The Soviets finally broke up at dawn, shortly after Xu Xing was shot. Zhu Ya stood there stunned with a bazooka, looking ahead and silent. Her long, untidy hair flutters in the wind, and the background of the grassland and blue sky is as beautiful as a poem. The corpses, the smoke of gunpowder, and the shattered flags and weapons not only did not destroy this beauty, but added a strange charm to her.

In front of her, the bipedal mecha of the Soviet army was lying on its side on the steppe, its joints breaking in the middle, and the traces of the explosion could be seen at a glance, and it was clear that it was under attack by an RPG.

Was it Zhu Ya who hit it? I was a little confused, but judging by the frenzied cheers of the soldiers, maybe it was really her, right?

Uh, as for why the cheers? That's because of Zhu Ya, she has revealed her gender. After seeing that picturesque beauty, few people didn't realize that this overly delicate captain was actually a woman.

In today's Ming Army, there is always an inexplicable fanaticism for Mulan-style women. is still the Zhongxing horse Lai Yuejing, he has expressed his reverence and praise for Qin Liangyu and Liang Hongyu countless times in his poems, and his mood is intertwined with traditional Chinese concepts, and it has become the complex concept of disgust and love for women in the army in the Ming Dynasty.

But for the soldiers in the army, no one will hate the battlefield Valkyrie. Well, being able to fight is also a cute point for girls.,Especially the petite and cute girl with a huge weapon with extremely incongruous proportions - such as heavy machine guns and scythes, etc.,It's also a cute image that makes otaku flock to.。

A series of aerial gunboats painted with phoenix patterns appeared from the sky, appearing at the right place at the right time. The Soviet rout was immediately swept away by machine guns.

This is no longer a battle, but a massacre.

"Alas, these guys from Lu Hang are really good at stealing credit, and in this case, aren't they afraid of losing their lives?" I couldn't help but shake my head. In all fairness, I am very disapproving of such behavior, is it very auspicious to kill prisoners and kill unarmed enemies?

"Every red element deserves to die." Qu Ti lowered his voice and said secretly.

"Uh, District Lieutenant, don't think so, who is not raised by his father." I sighed. But he didn't continue to persuade her more. Of course, there is a reason for killing his father, but it is more because of the official propaganda of the Ming Dynasty. Since the October Revolution, the Ming government has been doing everything possible to slander the Bolsheviks, from the early massacre of the Russian royal family, to the later suppression of the Cossacks, the Ukrainian ****** and even the recent purge, but every wrong decision made by the Ming Dynasty has been magnified to the extreme. Now in the eyes of the general public, the Cloth Party is no different from the abyss demon.

The power of propaganda, especially that of the state media, cannot be underestimated. Not only people like Qu Ti, who had an enmity with the Soviet Union, but even ordinary people could not have any good feelings about the Soviet Union. Even a person like me, who was on the left in my previous life, has almost been assimilated by this powerful force. But luckily, I was able to maintain the last bit of sanity. It is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to mix in the subjective feelings of individuals when analyzing a country.

Zhu Ya didn't look at the scene of the Ming Dynasty aerial gunboats slaughtering the Soviet rout, but came over to greet me: "Now we are finally safe, are we happy?" Sad? ”

"No joy or sorrow." I shrugged, "I have to learn to be indifferent and even numb." Maybe it's not right, but I think it's a way to live longer. ”

"Why?" Zhu Ya's tone was cold.

"Do you trust my judgment? Next, the whole world will usher in a chaotic time. I think this experience is just the beginning. I smiled. I was surprised that I was still laughing at this time, but I did.

"Troubled times...... You're really kidding. Three hundred years of Zhongxing in the Ming Dynasty, it has already gotten rid of the curse of the cycle of chaos, how can it usher in troubled times? Even if there is a war with another country, it is just a disease of ringworm. However, what you said reminded me of a man who also said that I had to learn to be numb. Zhu Ya shook her head slightly.

"Oh, who?" Zhu Ya is finally going to take the initiative to confess her identity? The surname of the country has to be treated respectfully, and I have already guessed her identity.

Zhu Ya didn't take the initiative to talk about his identity, but talked about him left and right: "You said that we are saddened by the casualties of thirty people now, will we be indifferent to hundreds of thousands, millions of casualties in the future?" ”

It's hard for me to answer this question. Just like when I was a small citizen of Shengdou, I was very sad when I lost a hundred yuan, but if I became rich one day, I would probably turn a blind eye to a loss in the stock market that fluctuated by hundreds of millions.

More money is just a number, and isn't more life just a number? Is the tragedy of one person a tragedy, and the tragedy of hundreds of thousands of people still a tragedy? For a country of hundreds of millions of people, the life and death and happiness of individuals are so insignificant!

"But I think that if you can remember the pain of today, you will not become a cold-blooded monster in the future."