Chapter 940 The first brick that collapsed
On the northern shore of the province of Batoya, where the 1.17 millionth army is stationed.
The soldiers digging the trenches were in a depressed mood, and their morale had hit rock bottom.
Across the sea is the province of Wilante, their common homeland of body and soul.
They didn't understand why they pointed their guns there, let alone what the commander was thinking, and what they were guarding against.
If the Alliance wants to land, wouldn't it be closer to the southwest coastline?
Going in a big circle to get here is equivalent to putting the logistics supply line under the nose of the Southern Army.
In addition, what puzzles them even more is the actions against civilians.
Even if this is to avoid civilian casualties and temporarily evacuate the old, weak, women and children to the north before the war spreads to the mainland, the entire evacuation plan is too sloppy...
The ocean currents in the Whirlpool Sea are not from south to north, but are circuitous.
There are corpses washed up on the north shore, which means there must be corpses washed back...
In the defense area in charge of the 1.17 millionth team, a dozen people were surrounding an unknown beach.
They carried rifles on their backs and engineer shovels on their waists. In front of them was a corpse swollen by sea water.
The man with the rank of tenth captain held a nearly burning cigarette butt in his mouth, and the grooves in the corners of his eyes were twisted into a ball of hemp rope.
They all felt that this man looked familiar. It seemed that they had met him on the pier the day before yesterday, but unexpectedly they saw him here.
The body was washed up here, apparently falling into the sea shortly after leaving the dock.
In fact, this is nothing surprising.
After all, it was just a raft tied up with ropes, so it was reasonable for it to be knocked over by bigger waves.
Looking at the bloated corpse, no one said a word.
No one said a word.
It wasn't until a young man suddenly took off the helmet on his head that the oppressive silence was completely broken.
"Damn! I quit!"
He threw his helmet to the ground with a look of collapse, then pulled the gun off his back and threw it on the beach.
"We are not fighting a bloody battle with the Alliance at all! We are fighting a decisive battle with the Valantians! I haven't seen a single blue gopher for so many days, and they are all our own people!"
Seeing this young man suddenly going crazy, all the comrades around him were stunned.
The soldiers on the side quickly grabbed his arm and shouted at him with wide eyes.
"Are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing!"
To throw away your weapons is to be a deserter.
In the Southern Legion this was a capital offense!
It was impossible for him to watch his comrades who were with him through life and death act foolishly.
However, the young man did not appreciate it. He roared hysterically, tried to break away from the hand holding his arm, and shouted at his comrades who blocked him.
"It's you who don't know what you are doing! It's you! All of you! Open your eyes and look, look at that face! Who killed him! It's us!!!"
The incoherent voice echoed on the beach, but no one could respond to his roar.
The captain who led the team walked up to him, pulled out the gun on his waist and loaded it, staring at his face.
"You want to be a deserter?"
The young man stopped yelling, but still stared at the commander unconvinced, his chest heaving violently.
The two sides faced each other in silence for five minutes.
The captain put away his pistol, took off the extinguished cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and stamped it out.
"Bury the person."
We can't let this poor guy stay in the sea forever.
The young man didn't say anything, but he still nodded and agreed with what the officer said.
The group of people carried the body away from the beach, found a thigh-thick tree on the shore, buried the body under the tree, and hung the deceased's personal belongings on the tree.
No one said a word during the whole process. Everyone was silent, keeping their complaints, confusion and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
On the other side, at the camp next to the beach pier, there was a long queue at the entrance of the camp.
This is the camp area in charge of the 1.17 millionth team.
Several other teams of ten thousand people were responsible for pulling the survivors here, while they were responsible for loading the ships.
Both those who entered the camp and those who came out of the camp had anxiety and fear written all over their faces.
Stopping at the gate of the camp, a man carrying a suitcase looked at the soldiers on duty at the gate and asked loudly.
"Where exactly are we going?"
The soldier holding the rifle had no change in his expression. He held his head high and repeated his superior's orders like a repeater.
"Wait here for the ship to dock, and then take the ship to Weiland Province."
The man looked at the soldier in front of him with a collapsed expression. This was the answer he got along the way.
"But where is the boat? I have never seen a boat at all! Also, I don't want to go, can you take me back?"
And the soldier's next words were exactly what he expected, just like before -
"Coming soon."
The incident that occurred at the gate of the camp did not affect the operation of the entire camp. The man who was clamoring to go home was quickly taken away.
At the same time, on the edge of the pier not far from the camp, General Offley, the captain of the 1.17 millionth soldier, was frowning at the raft sent by the 100,000th soldier.
The workmanship of these rafts can only be described in words.
Many of the logs tied with hemp ropes have just been cut down, and only the bark and branches have been simply scraped off. Not to mention soaking in waterproof oil, even the most basic drying step has been omitted.
Some of the wood even cracked.
The engineer wearing waterproof boots walked back to the shore, looking at General Offley with his hands behind his back and shaking his head.
"This batch of rafts is substandard and will definitely disintegrate halfway within twenty nautical miles."
Offrey looked at the bearded man standing aside.
The man's name is Moore, and he is the captain of the 100,000th Servant Army.
"You heard me, these rafts are not up to standard."
Facing O'Fly's questioning, Moore had a disapproving expression on his face.
"Do you think this thing grows out of the ground? It would take our soldiers half a day just to cut down these logs and tie them together with ropes. They have to pass 800 ships a day, so why don't you do it yourself?
Try it!"
Offley stared at Moore with a gloomy look.
Since the situation on the front line has become increasingly unfavorable for the Southern Army, these servants who were originally obedient to them have begun to become restless.
Looking at Offrey who was speechless, Moore suddenly smiled and looked at the people lining up in front of the pier.
"You are just throwing them into the sea to die anyway, so why bother with the quality of these rafts."
Offrey stared at him with a murderous gaze, and the guards standing aside clenched their guns.
"Can you say that again."
Seeing the murderous look on his face, Moore sneered with disdain.
However, perhaps due to the dark holes of the gun, this man who knew the current affairs did not make any mistakes in the end. He just said "I will send you a batch later" and turned around and left without looking back.
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Looking at the murderous Captain Ten Thousands, the adjutant at the side approached, looked at the officer and said hesitantly.
"Are we still going to let those survivors on board?"
"..." Offrey said nothing, but just turned his attention to the group of people standing in front of the pier.
Those people were old, weak, women and children. They were shivering in the cold sea breeze, with fear written all over their faces, like mice forced to a dead end.
They may be someone's father, someone's mother or a child.
Their relatives sacrificed their lives and blood for the Southern Legion on the front line, opening up and expanding the territory for the Legion, but now the commander of the Tyrian Legion still wants them to sacrifice themselves.
So what are all these sacrifices for?
Where is the end point of this war?
Why has it come to this that even Triumph City has become a rival!
Offrey clenched his fists involuntarily, the blood vessels on his arms bulged outwards, and suddenly squeezed out a sentence from his mouth.
"...What on earth are we doing?"
The adjutant on the side looked at him blankly, with an expression of shame gradually appearing on his face.
Having made a decision in his heart, Offrey strode to the pier and shouted loudly at the long line of people.
"Today's flight is cancelled! If there is no boat to the other side, everyone should go back to the camp and stay there."
He knew what it meant.
If he fails to meet today's target, the commander of the Tire Army will not let him go.
Not only that, these tens of thousands of refugees stranded in the camp will continue to occupy beds in the camp, and people from behind are still pouring in from the front, and the troubles he faces will become bigger and bigger.
However, no matter what, he could not push these compatriots in front of him into the sea and watch them die.
Upon hearing the "pardon order" from the Captain, the crowd queuing in front of the dock made sounds of relief.
Some people applauded, and others shouted "thank you" and "well done" to him.
Looking at the faces that had regained their color, General O'Fly couldn't help but smile. Then he looked back at his adjutant and ordered in a tone that he could not refuse.
"Burn all the rafts on the beach!"
The adjutant looked at his commander in awe and solemnly performed a military salute.
"yes!"
As General Offley's order was issued, the civilians gathered in front of the beach were quickly brought back to the camp.
The soldiers poured gasoline on the rafts piled on the beach and lit them on fire.
The blazing flame burned on the beach and became the first light before dawn.
On the deck of the destroyer, Captain Mallock held a telescope in his hand and witnessed everything that happened on the beach, and his eyes filled with anger rekindled hope.
When he saw that the soldiers on the shore did not force the civilians to board the boat, but instead burned the raft and let them go, he was even more excited and punched the guardrail of the boat side.
"Well done!"
He has seen everything that happened these days and is anxious in his heart.
Although he wanted to order a bombardment of those sons of bitches more than once, Triumph City did not declare war on the Southern Army after all, and his initiative to provoke this war would not solve any problems.
Those civilians will die as well.
And more people will die.
Fortunately, the soldiers on the opposite side woke up in time and took the initiative to stop this farce!
It seems that the compatriots in the province of Batoya are not all complete lunatics like Tyr!
Some people have woken up——
There is hope for them!
Just as Captain Marlock was thinking this, the situation of General Offley far away on the shore was not optimistic.
His adept decision-making resulted in 10,000 fewer "cannon fodders" being sent to Willante Province today.
This not only affected Tyr's plan, but also gave ten thousand more mouths to the "frontline" in the northern part of the province of Batoya.
That night, one hundred soldiers wearing exoskeletons arrived at the camp in charge of the 1.17 millionth team.
Looking at this group of well-equipped soldiers and the crossbow-shaped badges on their arms, almost all the soldiers and officers in the camp had solemn expressions on their faces.
"Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force!
The ace among the airborne troops of the Southern Army!
not only that--
These guys are all personal guards of the commander of the Tire Army! It is said that every soldier is an awakened person injected with an evolution-inducing agent!
Looking at General Offley standing at the door of the barracks, Hines did not take off his mask, but said expressionlessly.
"General O'Fly, I need an explanation as to why not a single ship has been sent out from the camp you manage today."
General Offley looked at him indifferently and raised his chin without giving in.
"Because we didn't see a single ship."
"This is different from the information I learned." Captain Hines pulled out a tablet from his waist and tapped it twice with his index finger. Several photos appeared on the screen. "This is the 100,000th servant of the Servant Army."
Photos submitted by the People’s Liberation Army, who claim to have delivered 812 ships to you.”
Looking at the pictures on the screen, Offrey felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart.
He wanted to crush this thing into a ball and smash it into this guy's face.
"You call this kind of logs tied in a row a boat? Why don't you go up and try it yourself to see if you can use this thing to cross the Whirlpool Sea?"
He roared angrily, staring at Hines, and then pointed at the gas mask on his face.
"Also, what do you mean by this outfit? Biological and chemical warfare equipment? Don't tell me that you forgot to take it off during a drill!"
"This is a secret," Hines had no intention of explaining it. He just looked at him expressionlessly, "and I'm asking you now, General Offley. It's you who should explain it to me."
General Offley smiled coldly.
"I have nothing to explain. Before I see a boat that can cross the sea, you don't want me to drive a person into the sea!"
Hines' pupils narrowed slightly.
The murderous sight penetrated the tactical eyepiece, which made General Offley's heart tremble.
Sensing the murderous intent, the guards standing behind General Offley involuntarily put their hands on their waists and grasped the submachine guns hanging there.
The atmosphere between the two sides was tense for a while, as if a fight might break out at any time!
"General Offrey," Hines raised his chin slightly, "Since you refused to carry out the orders of the commander of the Tire Army, I have no choice but to take you back to the city of Avent and let you deal with it."
After a pause, he glanced around at the officers around him and continued in a slow voice.
"As for the 1.17 millionth team, I will arrange for a new commander to take over."
General Offley stared at him with squinted eyes.
"What if I say no?"
Hines said with a sneer.
"It seems you are planning to disobey."
"I don't have to obey orders from unknown sources," General O'Fly said with the same sneer. "If you want to order me, then go through normal procedures and let someone with a higher rank than me do it!"
He is not afraid of this guy at all.
The name of the Iron Cross Rapid Reaction Force may sound bluffing, but these guys are special operations forces. If they really fight, it's not necessarily that one of them can't beat the other.
Besides, he has tens of thousands of people under his command, and even one person can crush hundreds of grasshoppers to death with just a spit of spit.
"It seems there is no need for us to continue talking."
Hines chuckled and suddenly seemed to be subdued.
He waved his hand behind him, then led a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons and walked out of the camp without looking back, as if they had never been there before.
Seeing the figure disappearing from the door, the adjutant standing next to General Offley slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he is not afraid of this group of people, if there is a fight, there will inevitably be casualties.
But looking at General Offley, a wry smile appeared on his face again.
"You have now offended the commander of Tire Army to death..."
General Offley chuckled.
"If I was afraid of offending him, I wouldn't disobey his orders."
At worst, we'll have to wait until this battle is over before going to court-martial.
He has already made up his mind not to be the captain of ten thousand men.
With this thought in mind, he was about to walk back when a crisp sound broke through the air from above his head.
Before General O'Fly could react to what was happening, boiling fire and roar hit him in the face.
In an instant, his whole body flew out and fell into a pool of blood like a rag.
The amount of bleeding undoubtedly meant death.
It is unknown whether it was a fragmentation missile or a seeker mortar that killed him.
The equipment level of the Iron Cross Rapid Response Force is in line with that of benchmark companies.
Just as Offrey thought, their frontal battlefield combat effectiveness is not strong, but their decapitation ability is top-notch.
But he never expected that the respected commander of the Tire Army would attack him without even saying hello.
In normal times, such a thing would be almost unthinkable...
The deafening explosion shocked the entire camp, and the guards on duty quickly rushed to the fighting posts and evacuated the survivors who gathered at the southern entrance of the camp.
The unarmed civilians shouted and headed from the south side of the camp toward the sea, trying to stay away from the battlefield.
At the same time, the cold voice passed through the cries of babies and the shouts of adults and floated over from the south side of the camp.
"Attention of the 1.17 millionth unit, your commander refused to carry out the order and intended to disobey with arms. He has been dealt with by military law."
"Now you only have two options to choose from—"
"Lay down your weapons and walk out of the camp, surrender and accept the reorganization of the 100,000th Corps."
"Or continue to persist in your stubbornness and carry humiliation to the grave as a traitor."
The cold sound echoed continuously in the south side of the camp, irritating the eardrums of every soldier in the 1.17 millionth team.
Their eyes widened in disbelief, and the emotion in their pupils was shock at first, and then gradually turned into anger.
General Offley is dead.
The commander of the Tyrian army had thrown away their general like a dirty rag, and now he had to replace him with someone else to direct them to kill each other.
The captain squatting behind the bunker cursed "fuck" angrily, took off the cigarette butt he had not finished smoking, smashed it on the ground and stamped it out, as if he wanted to vent his anger into the soil.
The young man squatting next to him had completely red eyes, the gun in his hand was shaking constantly, and there was only one sound left between his clenched teeth.
"I'm going to kill you..."
On the other side, the adjutant who was affected by the explosion finally struggled to get up from the rubble.
He staggered to the side of General Offley, only to see that his respected captain had turned into a corpse.
Anger and sadness rushed to his Tianling Gai in an instant.
His eyes were blood red, staring intently at the dark night outside the camp.
traitor?
Who is the traitor?
Without waiting for the broadcast to be repeated, he grabbed the communicator that fell on the ground and let out a hysterical roar.
"Attention all units!"
"The headquarters of the 1.17 millionth unit was bombarded by the enemy! We will never surrender!"
"Everyone pick up their weapons and prepare to fight! Fight them to the end!"
At the same time that the adjutant of the 1.17 millionth unit took over the command, Haines, who was standing about a kilometer outside the camp, put down the communicator in his hand and waved to the soldiers with the horns erect, signaling them
You can stop.
The work of persuading surrender ends here.
Judging from the attitude of the other party, they have no intention of cooperating at all.
Hearing the gunshots in the distance, Hines looked at General Moore, the captain of the 100,000th Servant Army, who was standing aside, and said in a voice without a trace of emotion.
"I'll leave these people to you."
Afterwards, this conflict will turn into an internal conflict between the 1.17 millionth army and the servant army, but the liquidation of the servant army can be postponed a little later, after all, the commander of the Tire Army still needs them.
In any case, the plan to transport refugees north cannot be interrupted. They have neither time nor ability to persuade the "striking" soldiers to continue working.
The moral pressure capacity of those soldiers engaged in "terminal work" is close to the limit. Mutiny will happen sooner or later, so it is better to deal with them as soon as possible.
Besides——
Maybe the traitors in the north will see this as an opportunity and take advantage of it to attack.
The death agent has been fermenting within the Southern Army, and the longer this war drags on, the worse it will be for them.
Since we have to fight sooner or later, why not fight now?
Unaware that he had been used as a pawn, Captain Mulvan had a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
He was already ready to show off his skills to the commander of the Tire Army, clenching his fists loudly.
"Don't worry, just leave it to me."
"I will definitely not let that adult down!"
…
At the same time, the Glory Courtyard in Triumph City.
A guard strode into the consul's office, which had just been opened for business not long ago. He solemnly performed a military salute and reported to the pangolin who was giving instructions on the documents.
"There is a military conflict on the northern shore of the province of Batoya!"
The battlefield atmosphere team sitting at the desk was stunned for a moment, and they sat up straight from their chairs.
"What's going on? Didn't I order the frontline troops not to conflict with the Southern Army?!"
The guard quickly explained.
"It was not that our people were in conflict with the Southern Army, but that they themselves had internal strife. Intelligence showed that the 1.17 millionth unit stationed on the north bank of the province of Batoya mutinied and engaged in a firefight with the 100,000th unit of the servant army.
.As for the cause of the incident, it seems that Tire's personal guards beheaded their general, Captain O'Frawan."
The battlefield atmosphere team frowned slightly.
"Beheading? At this juncture..."
The guard continued.
"It is said that because Captain Offrey refused to carry out the order of the Commander of Tire Army, our troops on the front line saw that they burned the raft used to cross the sea that day."
Commander Lei Ze, who was standing in front of his desk, said in a deep voice.
"It seems that not everyone is willing to accompany this madman to continue his nonsense. If we launch an attack now, it would be a good time. Maybe some people will respond to us, but it may also develop in a direction we did not expect. After all, we cannot rule out this
Maybe it was a loophole that Tyr deliberately sold us... What are you going to do?"
The battlefield atmosphere team closed their eyes and thought for a long time, then opened their eyes.
"The fleet of the New Federation has arrived at the Whirlpool Sea, right?"
Commander Lei Ze nodded.
"We'll probably arrive at dawn tomorrow."
"Electrify the 1.17 millionth team and tell them to hold on until dawn!" the battlefield atmosphere team said firmly, "In addition, notify the New Federation's troops and ask them to wear three-defense equipment, vacate the deck of the battleship, and prepare to receive
Our compatriots cross the sea!”
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