Blackstone Code

Peleus looked at Mr. Trueman calmly. He was a very strong man who would give people a great sense of oppression.

He was a head taller than Mr. Trueman, and looking down from above made the atmosphere between the two a little more solemn.

After about seven or eight seconds, Peleus shook his head and said, "We always thought so in the past. There is nothing that cannot be resolved through discussion."

"But you see, we have obviously bowed our heads. We are already trying to curry favor with Gaevra like idiots who want to tell others that we are good after being wronged."

"But they treat us as toys in their hands, to manipulate us at will."

"The interests that originally belonged to us were misappropriated by them, and even the war bonds we purchased were stopped from being redeemed by them."

"They say we stole their wealth and we can only give them more compensation in trade."

"Because we thought at the time that we were no match for them."

What Peleus was talking about happened after the end of the last world war, which was only more than ten years ago. It was not that long ago.

He leaned back, and the solemn atmosphere relaxed a little, "I still remember that their delegation kept rejecting our demands at the negotiating table and kept making excessive new demands that were beneficial to them."

"We protested and joined forces with others to try to compromise, but in the end it didn't make any sense."

"I deeply remember that right on the negotiation table, they swallowed up the things that originally belonged to us, bite by bite."

"And there's nothing we can do!"

Mr. Trueman also fell silent. These are all things that really happened and no one can change them. Lynch also made a lot of money by using Gefra to plunder the federation after the war.

War bond money.

He could not refute Peleus's words. These were all facts, so he could only remain silent.

"Look, that's what it is."

"After our fleet wiped out their second fleet, do you remember what happened?"

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of Peleus's mouth, not towards Mr. Trueman, but towards Gevra.

"Their delegation changed its attitude overnight, spit out all the benefits they had swallowed but belonged to us, and gave us more benefits."

"Diplomacy, economics, military cooperation, including civilian cooperation, has become more equal, and we can even gain certain advantages."

"Truman, you have to make it clear that this is not the benefit our diplomats obtain for us through their so-called outstanding diplomacy."

"But we stuffed the gun barrel into their mouths and they had to let it out?"

"Without scars, they would never feel pain and never learn to understand each other."

"I support your idea of ​​getting them from the negotiating table, but this must be after we beat them to the ground!"

"Not now!"

Peleus asked the officer next to him to pour him another glass of wine. He held the cup and looked smaller than ordinary people. "Words cannot bring peace, but death can!"

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then put the glass back on the table without leaving his hand on the glass.

"Last time, the Gefra people won the final victory in negotiations, and now they are also enjoying the joy of subjugating their country."

"The war won't end, at least not anytime soon!"

In fact, neither the Federation nor the Pengeo people have a way out since this war started. Both sides have invested too much cost in this.

Not fighting now?

Even if the federal military agrees, the Pengeo people will not agree. Everyone has a reason to go until one party is completely defeated!

He looked at Mr. Trueman, his face was very calm, and he could not see any inner emotional changes. "You have become kind."

Kindness is a complimentary word for most people, but when it is applied to soldiers and rulers, it is a completely derogatory word.

Ryan's kindness made him almost die on the spot twice, and some fantasies in the heart of the previous emperor Gaevra made him leave this world directly.

The world is always cruel, beauty can only deceive yourself, but not the world!

Mr. Trueman sighed, then stood up to leave. He had to go back and think about many things next.

The Federation is different from Pengeo. Pengeo has a large population. They say every day that they have 20 million soldiers.

But what about the Federation?

Now the total of more than three million has almost reduced the number of young men in the Federation by more than half!

If so many people are really going to die, the imbalance in the ratio of men to women after the war will be a big problem!

He had to prepare some responses in advance and think about future development.

As for the rest...

"I haven't eaten yet, so I won't give it to you." Peleus sat on the chair without moving. Mr. Trueman nodded and left.

Watching his back disappear behind the gradually closing door, Peleus lowered his head and began to eat again. He had to stay up late tonight and had to eat a little more.

In fact, in addition to the words and reasons he and Mr. Trueman said, there were other reasons.

The military has been suppressed by Congress and the federal government for so many years. Finally, there is a good opportunity to increase the strength and power of the military and stop the military at this time when it can gain more power and benefits?

Officers and generals are not politicians. No one can stop this war!

That night, at about 8:25, the fighting broke out again after dark.

Large flares rose from the ground, briefly bringing light to a world full of darkness.

The troops on the ground were fighting in confusion between light and darkness, and the aircraft in the sky were engaged in air combat with extremely poor night vision. It can only be said that neither side knew what they were fighting.

It eventually turned into harvesting each other's ground units!

Armored vehicles, tanks, mortars, the roar of struggling and crazy engines, explosions, and countless sounds filled the battlefield!

This battle was very simple, as if there were enemies on all sides, and there were countless enemies.

Fortunately, in the evening, the command headquarters gave some coordinates, and the continuous bombardment of naval guns made the enemy's attack intermittently.

The coverage of ground firepower also eliminated some enemies, at least there was no close combat.

After fighting all night until dawn, light appeared on the far edge of the sky, and people could see something clearly without flares. Only then did the sound of the exchange of fire gradually subside.

There was no fire, only gunpowder smoke, and the people who smelled of gunpowder kept coughing.

A soldier carefully exposed his head and looked forward. There was no more enemies and no fierce exchanges of fire. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back in the trench, took out a cigarette, and used the lighter with a clumsy left hand.

During last night's battle, the area below the elbow of his right hand was cut off by something unknown, right next to his feet.

The rest of his life after the battle filled him with joy, and more importantly, he could go home.

He is twenty-three years old this year, married and has a child.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette, as if to let the cigarette wash away the smell of gunpowder in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled it bit by bit.

For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to go back as much as he did yesterday.

It was getting brighter and the fighting was completely suspended. Their captain bent over and ran over to count the number of people. He saw the soldier who was missing half an arm at a glance.

The captain's expression turned slightly pale. Many people died in the fierce battle last night, and his team was completely beaten.

"Your hand..." He looked at the soldier's simply bandaged broken arm, feeling a little worried.

The soldier held the cigarette in his mouth and raised it nonchalantly. He said with an unprecedented freeness and ease, "You can't die."

The broken arm was treated urgently, otherwise he would have bled to death long ago.

In fact, it is still very dangerous to do this. Not everyone can accurately complete such bandaging. He was just lucky and did not forget to learn the steps, so he survived by chance.

The captain sighed, "Go to the back and take a look. Don't get infected."

He paused after speaking, "Do you want to go back?"

The soldier was a little surprised, "Didn't they say that they would be sent back after becoming disabled?"

The captain sighed again, "The situation has changed now. Those who are seriously injured and disabled can choose to go back or not."

"If you stay, you will receive a two-star Medal of Freedom and some other changes. You will be mainly responsible for bringing up new recruits."

"After the war is over, there will be some additional compensation. The specific situation has not yet been determined."

"If we go back, the things we promised before will remain unchanged."

The federal military knows that fighting on other countries' soil is difficult, but it's too damn easy.

The number of people killed in the night battle last night far exceeded the number of people killed during the daytime landing, and the subsequent battles will only be more difficult.

According to the news sent back from some lurkers within Pengeo, Pengeo hated the invasion of the Federals very much, and even some conflicts that should have intensified or even exploded were temporarily alleviated with the arrival of the Federals.

It is said that recruitment has started again in various places. In less than a month, there will be approximately two to three million more sergeants in each place.

The good news is that this is "all over", not concentrated together.

The bad news is that as the war progresses, they will eventually come together.

The military now has to issue some new orders. The injured and not seriously disabled sergeants can continue to stay in the Eastern Continent to continue fighting against Pengeo.

They will be redistributed to the new recruits in a "old and new" approach, and their experience of surviving high-intensity battlefields will help the recruits quickly adapt to Pengeo's battlefield confrontations.

In this way, the survival probability of recruits is increased.

As long as the mortality rate of some recruits can be slightly reduced, the pressure on the military will not be too great, and a new round of comprehensive domestic recruitment will begin.

New recruits only have forty-five days of training, and they are sent to the battlefield after forty-five days.

These people also need the help of veterans!