It's not the first time Wells has cursed this damn war, especially on this September day when the sky is like a broken wound and it rains like it is bleeding.

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info The rain fell to the ground, down the trenches, and down to the lower ground.

The water mixed with the dirt, with the blood of the unlucky guy who didn't know it was, kept going.

In the past few years, there have been many unlucky eggs in front of Wells, and some of the recruits who had only jumped from the six-wheeled truck for less than an hour, a bullet flying from the rain on the opposite side pierced his steel helmet and rolled out of the back of his head.

The stake-like man lay down, splashing up a cloud of muddy water.

Then the second lieutenant, who had not been on the battlefield for a few days, began to shout like a stupid hat, stealthy and hidden.

Wells is not a veteran for many years, but after many battles in which many people died in the trenches, this kid actually didn't lose a single hair, and he became a de facto veteran.

There is nothing to explain, except that his comrades have already reported to God.

Wells didn't have the heart to think about how lucky he was, though he also knew that death was a very undesirable thing.

Let's say lucky, I was sent to this battlefield in a daze, let's say unlucky, Bullet has never been interested in having a close contact with him.

He carefully observed the new bullet that had not yet been loaded, the yellow color, and it looked very warm, but this thing, when it really got into the human body, gave people a cold feeling.

In turn, he had seen the bullets that had come out of the human body, and the deformed bullets had a hideous appearance that reminded Wells of God's good friend Satan.

Yes, it's Satan, this warhead is Satan, and the parliamentary hooligans in suits and leather shoes who wage war are even more Satan.

Wells was thinking about these things as he pulled out a cigarette from his muddy military pocket, and the cigarette was crumpled, and he wondered if he would have to light it, and worse, there were no matches.

Wells thought of what the veteran had said was a very creative way to light a cigarette with a red-hot machine gun barrel.

But the question is how long it has been, and the machine gun has not gone off.

I don't know if the people on the other side can see the unlucky people on this side, anyway, Wells tried to see it a few times, and it seems that there is no one, and the other side is quiet.

It's just that some unlucky guys, when they don't pay attention to standing too high, they snort, and when they are momentarily, this unlucky guy is sideways.

Then the Silly Hat Ensign yelled again about concealment, and each time Wells didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Wells found that it was basically fine to go back and forth in the trenches.

He rejoiced for a long time at this simple but meaningful discovery of his own, things in the world are like this, the simpler they are, the more meaningful they are, and many complicated things are just carrying a gorgeous and scary shell.

The second lieutenant is only twenty this year, and after graduating from the Gstansburg Military Academy, he was sent here, the real front line, without much actual battlefield training.

On the first day I got out of the jeep, as soon as I entered the trenches, I saw a young man from the south about my own age, who had fallen into the muddy water like a log.

At that time, the platoon commander of this platoon was shouting to hide and hide, so he learned.

Later, he often shouted a word, but not everyone bought his account, such as this guy who took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth but was still in a daze.

He decided to talk to this man.

Wells was wondering if to throw away his damn unlit cigarette when someone came across from him.

He thought that he didn't know when the next supply would arrive, and it was better to keep this cigarette roll.

After rubbing the cigarette roll, he put it in his wet pocket.

Still in a bad mood, he drooped his eyelids and didn't notice that the person opposite was standing in front of him.

The other man asked his name, and then said that his name was James.

Wells didn't speak, he didn't want to speak, he didn't want to waste even a little energy in this place, this battlefield wasn't worth it.

He hoped that he would do nothing and that he would return home safely and follow his parents to take care of the cattle on his farm.

Therefore, what the other party is called has nothing to do with Wells, at least Wells thinks so, and it does seem to be the case on the surface.

The other party quickly asked Wells why he was not very active in carrying out the covert order, Wells said that he was lucky, and the other party asked how he knew that he was lucky.

Wells was impatient, pointed to the recruits in the trenches, and said that I have been unscathed many times, do you say lucky?

Moving on to the next question, Wells didn't know how to answer, and James asked where the good luck came from and who gave it?

Wells blurted out, God.

Immediately, he was a little skeptical of his answer.

If God gives Wells good luck, why not someone else?

Besides, are there really a lot of people in this war who are so bad luck that they want to die?

He then fell silent, as if he didn't care what he answered.

Wells opened his mouth to tell the little superior that it seemed to work well to keep his head out of his waist, at least he could cooperate with good luck to ensure that he was not touched by bullets.

The ensign smiled, showing his snow-white teeth, and it was not bad to drive.

Soon, though, they'll be like Wells, too lazy to wash up and become downright sloppy.

One of the recruits was probably in a hurry, and he trotted all the way away, and before he had gone far, several bullets came from the opposite side, and one of them scraped his neck mischievously, pulling an artery open in his neck, and blood gushing out of his veins like a fountain.

The others in the trenches had apparently not seen this, and stood still as the unlucky man clutched his neck and cried.

Wells left his superiors behind, rushed over and wrapped the sleeves of his clothes around the wounded man's neck, and had him carried away.

He touched the blood and mud on his hands on his clothes, and he couldn't do it.

Picking up a rifle in his hand, he loaded it cleanly and fired it, and a bullet flew to the opposite side with his bad mood, probably not reaching anyone at all, Wells just wanted to vent.

The second lieutenant came over and said that the superior did not have an order to attack, so it was better not to shoot.

Wells seemed to be asking himself, and more like everyone in the trenches, what are we doing here?

We don't shoot in the war, and when we wait, there are fewer and fewer people, so we come to this place thousands of kilometers away, in the rain, just because we don't know when the fuck will get a bullet and lie like wood in the muddy water.

The ensign's face changed, and he became serious.

Sergeant Wells, please pay attention to your words and actions in front of your young comrades, I hope you will refrain and choose the right occasion to express it.

Wells was annoyed, and the little superior put on a fight.

He turned his head and asked his superiors, isn't this occasion very appropriate?

Have you ever thought about this?

Those who were in a daze, the movements in their hands also stopped, as if time had stopped.

The silence in my ears lasted for an unknown amount of time, until it was interrupted by the sound of whimpering.

It's not a human whimper, it's the sound of 150-mm heavy artillery shells flying over.

However, not many people, including Wells, knew about it, because none of them had ever seen such a thing that was thicker than a human flying over.

The first one was obviously a test firing, which was told by the instructor when I was in school.

When James saw the column of smoke rising near the trench, he immediately ordered the personnel to disperse.

The teacher said that once the Zhuyuan ideals were designed during the test firing, it was time to prepare for artillery fire without interruption.

This time is precious, and James needs to use it to schedule shifts to reduce casualties.

The recruits didn't know what it meant to disperse and transfer, and the artillery fire, which lasted about ten minutes, was over, and Wells was calm and relaxed in the shelling, but he was still in the mood to pick open the lid of the canned meat with a bayonet, and he also picked it out with a bayonet and ate it with relish.

The second lieutenant was right in front of him, but he was preoccupied.

Wells handed the second lieutenant a can of food, and the second lieutenant pushed it away.

The second lieutenant's mouth began to babble, the attack was about to begin, the attack was finally about to begin.

He was nervous, and Wells could see that his hands were shaking as if he were sick.

Wells couldn't help but feel proud that he had become the most qualified person in this platoon, and he really felt like he stood out from the crowd.

The attack that the second lieutenant felt excited or frightened did not come at all, and after a long time after the artillery fire was ready, the silence seemed to have passed for a long time.

The second lieutenant's wait was in vain, and he put his pistol back in its holster.

Wells' canned food was almost finished, and it was evidently good to be full, and Wells began to speak.

Like a street man who saw through the impermanence of the world, and spoke in a gentle tone like a brother, the second lieutenant began to want to talk to the bearded man.

At the very least, it's nice to have someone to talk to you in this endless wait.

The two naturally talked about the war in front of them, and unlike Wells who came here in a daze, James knew very well what his fate would be after he went to military school.

In the past, a poor country boy like him had little chance to go to a military school, and it was thanks to this war, James said with a wry smile.

Maybe if you're lucky, you can get a good way out when you return home after the war.

It turned out that Wells had a similar family background, and Wells laughed happily.

Yes, this wasn't their ideal future, but they came here.

James told the other party that when he was in military school, there were classes in the school that were dedicated to the world situation, and this was his favorite course.

In the classroom, the instructor repeatedly guided them to think about the subtleties behind the world situation from the geopolitical and economic aspects, but unfortunately the early start of the war made the school curriculum continue to compress, and this kind of course, which seemed to be a waste of time in the school, was cut, and James They came out of the school and went to the battlefield like a quick food.

James laughed at himself and said that their class was all poor boys from the countryside, and they were all assigned to the front line.

Wells said we were cannon fodder.

The word made James even more depressed, and he took a picture out of his pocket and looked at it without speaking.

Wells then stirred up the conversation and went on to talk about what he had seen on the battlefield.

In the face of war, no one will be looked at, and when those shells and bullets fly over, they are like the black sickle of death, harvesting mercilessly, and people lie on the ground like wheat.

Of course, there are also people who fly into the sky and fall to the ground again, and the meat cushion is as soft and immovable.

It's kind of luck, some people disappeared after a war, and when Lianli finally reported it, there was only one word in that person's form remarks, missing.

The departure of this person changed to a word.

As he spoke, he suddenly asked the little superior who had gone to school opposite, why is there a war?

James explained that some wars are fought to defend one's right to national freedom and abundance, and some are fought for control of the world, and in the final analysis, the right to control resources.

It is clear that the cause of this war in front of us is the latter.

Because no one can go to another country to fight a third country for the sake of their own freedom, this is the selfish interests of the upper echelons of the two countries at work, and the problem is that they will not directly participate in the war.

What they like is to start a war, then manipulate it, and then end it at the end.

Beneath them are the bloodied and sweaty sacrifices of unknown soldiers like Wells for the parliamentary hooligans controlled by these financiers.

James's explanation for this phenomenon is that the allocation of resources is uneven across countries.

The amount of resources at hand is not only a guarantee of a country's international status, but also the most important reason for fighting among countries.

For example, the war between the United States of Myers and the Union of the Republic of Suvais is nothing to talk about defending their own freedom and prosperity.

The people who participated in the council in the two times were fat big guys, they didn't live a life of luxury and corruption, and they wanted to control more of the world's resources, so war became the most convenient method, and James seemed to have learned the same ridicule as Wells, perhaps because they didn't have a third person in front of them, James was able to express his views freely.

He felt that the war could also help the parliamentary hooligans wipe out the excessive relative surplus of society, relieving them of the pressure of worrying about unemployment.

Wells said that there really are people they can come up with, aren't we people living at the bottom?

James boiled down the problem at hand to a problem, and the world was actually like the pyramid erected in Effie.

A handful of people control the spire, followed by those who have some rights or are granted rights, and at the bottom are unlucky people like James and Wells.

It doesn't look like a food chain in a forest, no matter how large the range, it's a structure with high and low levels.

Wells understands these words, but it is better not to understand them than not to understand them, and when they understand them, they make people even more upset.

A box of canned food was eaten, it was still very greasy, which made him very thirsty, and he got out of the fortifications against shells, he picked up a steel helmet, and was ready to scoop some water to drink, but there was no chance.

A few men in steel helmets appeared out of nowhere on the trenches, and looking at their half-zippered outfits, it was Suwees soldiers, Wells was captured, and then the soldiers searched for Ensign James from the fortifications.

There were only two of them left in this position, and perhaps the others had also been captured, or perhaps they had already called for artillery fire to be sent to God.

Wells calmly scooped up the water and drank it to his heart's content, feeling very good, finally no longer having to wait in the fucking trenches to die.