Hidden Yao Era

After listening to Sonya's words, Casto looked at her in surprise: "We retreated? In one night, we all retreated?" "Yes, your fleet has retreated, not even the space city above Titan, all of them have withdrawn." Sonia said. "They don't care if we live or die!?they're all withdrawn!?There's nearly a million soldiers here!' They don't care?" Castor said incredulously.

Ivanov said: "Well, our later fleet came to reinforce it, and your fleet ran away when it saw that the situation was not good. "That's close to a million soldiers! How many are left?" asked Castor. Sonia said, "There are probably less than 100,000 recalcitrant ones on Titan right now, and the rest have been wiped out or captured by us. "

Casto was speechless in shock. Sonia continued: "I feel good about some of the officers who were captured, they are all just like us, human and divine. They will all be saved eventually!".

"What nonsense are you talking about, anyone can be redeemed, except him! He killed one of my platoon soldiers! I can't spare him!" the officer spoke again.

"Nikolanovich, you have to calm down! Since he is a prisoner of war, we cannot kill him casually, unless he is hopelessly bad. And even if he is hopeless, let the Inquisition try him and then carry him to death. Colonel Ivanov said solemnly.

Castor was still silent, and Colonel Ivanov said: "This kid seems to be so frightened that he can't speak." It doesn't seem like there will be any trouble. I'm sure you look at people's eyes, go ahead, fill out a slip. Take him to Dr. Francesca. Oh yes, bring this to me, here's a theoretical summary of some of the theologies I recently wrote about our military's theological system of faith, let Dr. Francesca show me. "

"Okay!" Sonia took Colonel Ivanov's papers, then pulled Kasto into a military jeep and drove to the shelter south of the warehouse.

Casto didn't say a word along the way, staring blankly at the devastated dungeon, not knowing what to think. Sonia wanted to say something to break the almost frozen air, but looked at Casto's face but didn't know what to say.

The two men arrived at the shelter, which turned out to be a huge bomb shelter that could accommodate more than 20,000 people. Entering the deep tunnel, there are many refugees lying or sitting on the edge of the passage on both sides. Most of them were dressed in thick cotton clothes, and many of them looked like they had been worn for a long time and were a little dirty.

The air in the basement was stuffy, smelling of rotten food and mold, and there was a cool feeling in the nose when inhaled, which made Casto uncomfortable. They walked to a door deep in the basement, and Sonia knocked on the door and said, "Dr. Francesca! I'm Sonya, I've brought you a friend!"

A white light peeked through the crack in the door, shining on Sonia and Casto as the door opened. A middle-aged man in a white coat appeared in front of Casto's eyes. "Ah, Sonya, hello" the middle-aged man greeted Sonya.

"Dr. Francesca, I'm glad to see you, it's great that you're okay in this battle, the enemy has destroyed almost the entire dungeon. We're all alive, it's an absolute miracle!" Sonia said happily.

"Well, I got here in time, it's dirty, but it's safe. There is also nuclear power and underground water sources, and electricity and water have not been cut off. I've been working here for a day, writing a paper that's almost 10,000 words. "

"Ah, you're amazing at writing so many things in one day! Oh, let me introduce you, this is Casto. He was an officer in the firefighters' arms. "

"Well, hello, Casto. My name is Francesca, and I'm here to study sociology and anthropology. "

"Hello, Dr. Francesca. "

"Come on, please sit down, I like the light, so I always turn the lights on in the house, I hope you can get used to it. "

"Well, we'll get used to it, won't Castor?" Casto didn't speak, and went straight into Francesca's room. The room was very clean, all kinds of materials and electronic devices were neatly arranged on the table and bookcase, and the furniture used by Francesca was simple products, but the colors were light and refreshing.

"Doctor, what have you been writing these days?" asked Sonia curiously.

"I'm writing a paper on the differences in organizational structure and leadership between the firefighters and your roamers' armies. I would like to use organizational behavior, ethics, and psychology to analyze the reasons for these differences. Dr. Francesca said.

"Well, interesting, do you have any conclusions?" Casto said suddenly.

"The two models of obedience are very different, with firefighters arming them to impose authoritarian and brutal punishments on soldiers, and establishing a top-down obedience mechanism through this utilitarian reward and punishment mechanism. This is particularly common under the battalion level. Commanders of units at and above the division level often use inflammatory remarks and ideologies into the minds of soldiers. The obedience and obedience between officers and subordinates are often tinged with strong interests. At the same time, the officers paid little attention to the mental state of the soldiers, and there was almost a pure relationship of obedience and obedience between them, with little emotional connection. Emotional ties are relatively common among officers, but their feelings are often based on material bases and vassals of power. "

"You're not telling the whole truth, there are some officers who love their soldiers, and he also reads books with their soldiers and shares his heart. Casto retorted.

"Well, there are these people, and this is especially true in battleships, where the crews are more able to work together, and there seems to be a stronger sense of overall consciousness and a stronger emotional connection. The relationship between the individual warship crews in the battleship formation is relatively cold, but the combat efficiency is high and unemotional, which is the advantage of the firefighter armed fleet. However, the firefighters did not openly support the officers who loved the soldiers, and most of their top brass still regarded the soldiers as machines, and the officers as tools. Dr. Francesca shrugged.

"You're saying that the higher-ups are treating us low-level officers as tools?" asked Casto.

"Yes, oh, it may be difficult for you to accept, but it's true, in the eyes of the firefighters, most of the middle and lower rank officers, except for the children of the nobility, are tool men. And the aristocracy itself is the one who will be cultivated," Dr. Francesca said.

"So as long as you are not a nobleman, you will never be able to get ahead in your life?" Casto continued.

"No, officers from civilian backgrounds have to be much better than the children of the nobility to be promoted, and they have a strong command level to be appreciated by the higher-ups. However, the firefighters are also really paying attention to the best among the civilian officers, and they are still paying more attention to absorbing fresh blood. "

"So they are born destined to follow a path that is much more difficult than others. Sonia said.

"You're sympathizing with your enemies, Sonya!" Dr. Francesca said with a laugh.

"What is that, they are also human beings, and they can also feel pain and helplessness. As long as they keep working towards their dreams, they must have a tenacious spirit, and isn't that touching? Isn't it sympathetic for people to take a doomed and difficult path in order to change their fate? I think it's natural!" Sonia said.

"Your words will make your enemies feel ashamed, but many of them may not be able to be ashamed, hahahahahaha. Dr. Francesca said.

"What's wrong with not being ashamed? Feeling ashamed makes people weak, powerless, and unable to focus on their careers. I don't think there's anything wrong with us not feeling shame!" Casto said stubbornly, not really agreeing with it, but feeling like he had to argue for his army.

"Yes, shame can be painful and vulnerable. But haven't you thought about what people do if they can't be ashamed at all?" Dr. Francesca looked at Castor with a solemn expression.

"I think people will be happy! No pain!" Casto continued.

"Will do whatever you want!" Dr. Francesca said in a loud voice. This short sentence was like a blow to Casto's heart.