Military personnel, especially those on duty, should not carry emotions.

Parsifal, who volunteered to be a salary thief rather than a professional soldier, and who had been a captain of a colonel all the way, had a deep memory and experience of this sentence, and only this one resonated with him among the many aphorisms in the military academy. Other things such as "a soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier", "a soldier is noble and sacred", etc., were returned to the lovely alma mater and the teacher who always sighed the moment he stepped out of the gate of the military school.

Parsifal, a rational soldier who admires "emotionlessness" in this way, is now deeply trapped in a mood of resistance and helplessness, and the captain who always laments "when can I live an ideal retirement life?" is rarely erupting with anger at this moment.

"I really don't understand Charlemagne's higher-level thoughts, do they think it's a very interesting thing to let their subordinates die? If you want to die like this, wouldn't it be nice to find a place where no one is there and commit suicide in a way that won't cause trouble to others? It is precisely because of the existence of such people that the war will not end!"

Unlike the lazy and gentle words of the past, the undisguised evil words echoed in the bridge of the raiding ship "Lund Bell", and the crew members, who always smiled bitterly at the captain's laziness on weekdays, also had a wordless expression of agreement on their faces at this moment.

It can be said that this is a perfectly normal reaction.

There is no shortage of self-motivated and enterprising soldiers in the Defence Force, and they are not much different from their foreign counterparts in this respect, and when Charlemagne's soldiers commit "chest pain" (the position where Charlemagne's military uniform is on the medal), the officers and men of the Defence Force who have a bare collar on their chest are also suffering from "neck disease". As for the general's epaulettes and collar badges, and even the marshal's scepter, it has haunted countless young lieutenants. As long as there is an opportunity, they will work hard to perform at any cost in order to achieve military merit.

However, unlike King Charlemagne's army, who was superstitious about force, highly emphasized the role of spirituality, and keen to intervene in politics, the soldiers of the defense force were instilled with a lot of dialectical thinking and rational thinking in the process of cultivation, so they were good at faithfully carrying out orders, and they were also good at strategic thinking and rational viewing.

For example, a few minutes ago, after the Charlemagne task force in the encirclement ran out of ammunition, they smashed the guns in their hands, tied the bombs that were intended to be used to destroy bridges and factories, brandished sabers, bayonets and bamboo guns made of improvised chopping, rushed out of the woods, and launched a Banzai charge towards the MDS troops surrounding them, and finally under the crossfire of 12.7 mm large-caliber machine guns, all the personnel were killed, and the scene was full of broken minced meat, and it was impossible to distinguish the identity of the remains.

Charlemagne probably felt that this scene was both tragic and touching, and should immediately use it as a prototype for literary and artistic creation, using words, lines and musical notes to immortalize their heroic posture of killing one more ghost animal until the last moment of their lives, which will forever remain in the memory of history and people's hearts, and inspire future generations to learn from their loyalty and fearlessness.

But in the eyes of the elven soldiers, this is murder.

A group of bureaucrats, who had no idea of the actual situation on the scene and did not want to know about it, personally sent a group of enthusiastic but untrained brute soldiers into a trap that had already been laid out, a meat grinder that never stopped, and a hell of murder or suicide.

This is dereliction of duty, a murder of a subordinate, a crime against one's own country, but not heroism or any other compliment. Those who devise such stupid warfare, who cannot even be allowed to commit suicide to escape their guilt, should be stripped of their military status, stripped of their uniforms, taken off their belts and sent to the people's courts, put on trial with their trousers, hung under the strings of a thin piano, and end their sinful lives with a slow and painful death, thus appeasing the wrath and resentment of the undead.

- It's disgusting!

After several successive missions to hunt guerrillas, all the mobile units, including the Lund Bell, had only one impression. The initial excitement and tension gradually became numb with the repeated bloody killing, and when the numbness subsided, only nausea remained.

In the final analysis, the Defence Force and the Royal Charlemagne Army developed along the lines of two different national conditions and ideas of army building. Due to the geopolitical predicament and well-known reasons, the elves have never had a numerical advantage over the main strategic opponents and potential opponents, both in terms of the total number of standing armies and the number of reserve troops, so achieving the goal on the basis of suppressing attrition has become a core topic, and the strategy, tactics, weapons research and development, logistics support, mobilization system, etc. of the defense force are all carried out around this core purpose. Whether it is from the subjective national feelings and collective sense of association, or from the perspective of objective attrition suppression and efficient and rational use of human resources, the defense forces are extremely rejecting the meaningless behavior of "throwing" troops. If any officer dares to use the Banzai Charge or even the Jade Crushing Charge on the battlefield, unless there is evidence to prove that the officer can only make this choice under the circumstances, he will not be promoted for the rest of his life, and in serious cases, he will be sent to a court-martial, and whether he can leave the judgment seat alive is still between the two sides.

On the other hand, as a modern army that still bears the imprint of the feudal serf army and is controlled by a large number of military aristocrats and civilian officers who are desperate to get ahead, Charlemagne's army has had unusually unique and distinctive characteristics since its birth - arrogance, boldness, rigidity, and strict hierarchy.

Accumulation of military merit and promotion - this is the dream of every Charlemagne young man, and it is also the only way for them to reach the top, no wonder the army and the whole army are as eager as the old peasants look forward to the endless spring rain. And once on the battlefield, officers who are full of achievements tend to be brutal, after all, Charlemagne is not lacking people, no matter how many soldiers are lost, as long as they can finally achieve their goals, they can be accepted. To a large extent, the battle cases of the Wang Army's army in a sea of corpses and mountains of blood are the result of the interaction between this mentality of rushing for quick success, rigid tactical concepts, and blind belief in the education and cultivation of spiritual forces. To put it bluntly, the army of the Charlemagne family, although not as straightforward as the United Principality of Rus' called soldiers "gray cattle", largely regarded soldiers as consumables or stepping stones to the fame of officers.

The difference in thinking has led to a very different strategic and tactical style between the two armies, and it has also made their attitudes towards soldiers completely different.

Even so, Parsifal, who was known as an "outlier" during his military school days, produced some unique insights that others would find difficult to perceive and touch.

"It's a terminal symptom, really, has Charlemagne's upper echelons begun to deliberately ignore reality? There are so many sunk costs (economics that the costs of past decisions that cannot be changed by any decision in the present or in the future), and like a red-eyed gambler, he will not stop until he loses the last copper plate?"

"Captain. ”

Lieutenant Commander Wolfgang Edelman, who couldn't listen to it, interrupted Parsifal's complaints, to be honest, Charlemagne's army bastard behavior made him unbearable either, but as the supreme commander of the warship, he must pay attention to his own image and authority, otherwise it will affect the morale of the soldiers and the normal operation of the battleship.

With a sigh of relief, Parsifal raised his right hand.

"I'm sorry, Schulett, can you make me a pot of tea?"

"Yes, sir. ”

The young man in the uniform of a private tried to salute with his chest puffed up, trying to show his military spirit in this way, but unfortunately he couldn't hide his childish face and let all his efforts go to waste. Even in the defense army, which has always been young, Private Thurlett is too young. How can I say that? It's like taking a member of the Youth League who is still attending classes in a junior high school classroom and putting on a military uniform, and it has been four months since I put on the uniform, but the sense of disobedience has not subsided at all.

(Not only Charlemagne, but also our country is beginning to show signs of danger.) ）

The afterglow retracted from Thulett's back, and Parsifal sighed silently in his heart.

On the day of the boarding process, Private Hewlett, who quickly entered the role, immediately showed how suitable he was for his appointment. Not only was Parsifal dumbfounded, but the always serious and upright lieutenant also fell into a trance for a while, muttering "This kennel can actually see the floor one day". In just a week, Thurett had become an integral part of Parsifal's life, and more than half of the crew were convinced that if Hewlett was transferred one day, the captain, who was extremely poor in self-care, would probably choke to death by drinking cold water or be smashed to death by a mountain of random books.

But no matter how good and outstanding he is, Shulett is only a microcosm of the embarrassment of Alfheim's human resources starting to be strained, and he has to transfer young soldiers to take on secondary duties.

As mentioned earlier, Yalfheim has always had the problem of insufficient human resources, if it were not for the early inclusion in the overall battle track, with a large number of fourth-class citizens to consolidate the industrial base, and then liberate a large number of elves from the production line. Just a single soldier can cause the entire defense force to collapse en masse. Now, as the fighting continues, this once-hidden problem is gradually coming to light.

(Strange.) ）

Looking through the porthole, staring at the distant horizon, Parsifal pondered.

(There is no large-scale battle now, and the loss of our army so far has only stayed in materials, and the loss of personnel is almost negligible.) ）

The gap in technology, tactics and concepts has brought about a one-sided slaughter. There is not even a so-called exchange ratio between the two armies, it is purely Charlemagne's unilateral delivery of heads, and the very few unlucky people on the defense army's side who are on the death list are mostly accidents, food poisoning and other reasons that make people laugh and cry (in the face of the non-commissioned officer who died of eating sprouted potatoes poisoning, the officer who filled out the death notice was very manic.

There were no large losses in personnel, but the non-commissioned officers and students were allowed to enter active duty early for no more than three reasons.

(Charlemagne is about to launch a major offensive; there will be a big operation on the Yalfheim side; or the actions of the two sides will be meshed together.) ）

The fragrance of black tea poured into his nostrils, blowing away the heat, and Parsifal's thoughts became more active.

(Mostly, the last one.) ）

took a sip of black tea, and the warm senses spread from the tip of the tongue to the whole body, but the answer that emerged from the bottom of my heart did not have any temperature, and even carried a little unhappiness.