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"In a word, to go or not to go......"

Regarding the answer to the question of participating in the war, Uncle Cheng just said so in the end.

"Go to ......"

That's the conclusion.

Then I was assigned to the 5th Company of the New Barracks, the 7th Squad.

I don't know if there is a so-called revolutionary army around, but even if there is, I don't know it. There is no so-called training, just a little to tell you that this is to protect the family and defend the country, so I hurriedly went to the battlefield, squatting around the trenches and streets with the dilapidated standard M4.

It's just that what I didn't expect is that this so-called orc has been reequipped with the same automatic thermal weapons as his side, what is going on, I don't know, the only thing I understand is that this war may not be as easy as imagined.

My task was to hold on to these lines of defense and try to move forward, but on the whole, it was a tug-of-war of no more and no less, no more on a few streets, and I ate canned luncheon meat from behind with a steel fork, and sat behind sandbags on the asphalt road.

"Sudden ......"

I don't know where the war is still going on, but it doesn't matter.

I touched the steel helmet on my head, and there were several marks on it, peeking out of the gray camouflage.

"Hey, eat that ......"

I don't know when, the chief is going to be called again.

I didn't speak, just glanced at him.

"At night, we're going to climb over this street to take the high ground above that building."

I nodded slightly, and there was not a hint of concern in my eyes.

"Understood, sir......," I lay down behind the trench and saluted, and then went on eating.

The chief seemed to have sighed more than once.

This kind of tug-of-war has been going on for more than a while in the past few days, and a lot of people have died, all of whom have either excited or deep fear in their eyes, and they must let the chief inspect over and over again, and I, just stayed here for a few days.

It has been said that friendship on the battlefield is precious.

Maybe, but on such a battlefield, I don't have the slightest intention of knowing anyone, if I know today, tomorrow I may not be there, what can you remember, and what can you recall......

It's not so much ruthlessness as ......

I looked at my hands, numb......

As if this was the best place for me, as if this was the most comfortable place, lying behind the bunker and sleeping soundly, waiting with caution and fear for the enemy to counterattack again and again.

In other words, this kind of war is too small for me, there is no bombing from planes in the sky, only occasionally some artillery, the surrounding buildings have been put down a lot, and there is no missile confrontation with each other.

I'll admit that I have nothing to do with good soldiers.

It's just that I'm on the battlefield and can survive.

And those warriors who vainly want to be with themselves all die miserably, and in some places they can not mean that others can too.

As I do now, I climbed over buildings, trying to find a way through the rubble, sometimes unable to even wander back and forth between the four or five floors, and finally jumped straight from the top of the tall building without rope.

Then he was shot and I survived.

I held the HKUSP in my hand that I didn't know which officer bribed me to get it from the hands of my dead comrades, killed two snipers who wanted to aim at me, and then looked for cover in the direction of return, which of course didn't work, because the bunkers in street battles often have many elevation angles, such as my position, so the moment I entered the bunker, I threw flashbang and smoke grenades at the same time.

Immediately the gang will blindly shoot back to where I go, and I just have to run in the opposite direction.

As for whether you can still meet someone or not, it depends on your hunch.

This thing depends on time to cultivate. In general, you won't be hit by shots that you can't dodge. If you really want to run into it, it can only mean that your life is not good. After all, how can there be absolutely safe methods on the battlefield.

Finally in a safe place, I turned on the pager.

"DU C1048,DU C1048, Location 414,748, hear please reply, hear please reply, over......"

The hoarse pager was always too silent for too long, and I tried to keep it to a minimum.

I took out the pack of white chocolate in the lunch box, opened my mouth and took two bites, and stuffed it into my pocket. I took out the alcohol swab again, although it is usually dressed, but I am more used to pouring alcohol into my mouth, and then spitting it directly on the wound with saliva, and then bandaging it casually, or even without bandaging.

Especially this kind of joint bandaging, I won't do it if I can, generally speaking, knee pads will be issued in such places, but obviously, such a battlefield can't be compared with the three wars, I looked at the sky, it seems that it's not early.

Generally speaking, this group of orcs usually does not have the ability to fight at night, so generally if they do not capture a few blocks in the middle of the night, they will calm down for a while, but unfortunately, it seems that this group of orcs has not won a few points, so they have to retreat again and again, so they generally retreat outside the city at night and attack the city with the advantage of artillery fire.

The buildings on the edge of the city are almost demolished, so the rest of the war may be fought in the low ruins.

Such a place will not exceed 5 floors at most.

It's hard to say whether it's simple or easy, after all, war is such a thing, with so many years of experience, how to train is actually meaningless, in fact, in the era of hot weapons, there are very few generals to capture the flag, and the role of a person is becoming more and more minimal.

The combat effectiveness of recruits and veterans began to level out indefinitely, and no matter how powerful the veterans were, they would sometimes be killed by stray bullets that missed, not to mention the recruits, who died for a variety of reasons.

As for the meaning of war......

I shook my head and finally sneered a few times.

"Shhh...... Please go to 887,142,over......"

Even though the voice was a little low, I heard it, but I glanced at the place occupied by the orcs in front of me, and this was about to gather again, and I didn't want to take advantage of the victory to chase or something, such a way of playing...... Forget it, fighting consumption is also a way for civilized countries to deal with barbaric civilizations.

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