A dirty letter was opened, and the thin letter paper inside the envelope was pulled out. The handwriting on the letter paper was very sloppy, and there were even many typos. But anyone could feel the strong feeling in the content of the letter.
Strong feelings.
"Dear Aina:
When I write this letter to you in this land stained by gunpowder smoke and war, the emotions surging in my heart are as hard to calm down as the tide.
All around me was the never-ending sound of enemy artillery fire. They were like calls from hell, ruthlessly tearing apart the silence of the night and tearing my heart apart.
The Tang army has so many artillery shells that they seem to have endless ammunition. If we fire one artillery shell over, they will fire a hundred artillery shells over.
Now, the position I am in has been bombed beyond recognition, and the deputy battalion commander of our unit was killed yesterday. People die every day, and I live in fear every day.
In this endless hustle and bustle, the only peace I can find is the longing for you and my children in my heart, my endless concern for you.
First of all, please forgive me that my handwriting may be a little messy. My hands are shaking slightly from holding the cold gun barrel for a long time, and I have no way to control them.
It’s not easy to write letters in such a poor place, which is why I haven’t written home for a long time. The stationery used for this letter was also borrowed from my comrades, and I gave away all my cigarette quota.
he.
Maybe he thought he had made a profit, but God knows when the next batch of cigarettes would be delivered, so I didn't feel like I was losing money in this exchange.
These letters are as precious as life, because there are many things I want to say to you. I know that in such an environment, every letter may be the final farewell, but I still choose to write these words because
I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart will always be with you.
The days on the battlefield are far more difficult than anyone can imagine. Food is scarce, and every bite of food is particularly precious. The car must stop 15 kilometers away from the battlefield, and the rest of the way can only rely on
Finished walking with both feet.
It is not easy to send some food to where we are. In most cases, the supplies are ammunition. It is difficult for us to find some decent food.
I often return home in my dreams, sitting at that familiar little table, enjoying the pumpkin rice you made by yourself. The golden pumpkin, mixed with the aroma of rice, and the hint of sweetness, are my
The warmest taste in my heart is also my biggest desire at the moment.
Whenever it is quiet at night and the artillery fire pauses, this longing comes to me like a tide, making me feel even more lonely and helpless.
I thought about our small yard. Are the flowers on the wall already blooming? I remember you said that you like those flowers on the wall. They always bloom there quietly, exuding a fragrance that cannot be ignored. Whenever
Thinking of this, my heart becomes a little calmer, as if I can really smell the faint fragrance of flowers.
Clothes were also scarce, and we could only cling to each other in the cold wind, using each other's body temperature to resist the biting cold. I remember that when I left home, the weather was not so cold, so I didn't bring that old cotton-padded jacket with me...
Although it is shabby, it is enough to withstand the severe cold of winter. And now, I really miss that piece of clothing that you said is not very good-looking. Here I can only wear thin clothes to fight, but the good news is that the weather is getting warmer.
, I finally got through those difficult days.
The clothes issued to me by the army have been worn out by countless trips and battles. Whenever it is late at night and the cold wind invades my body through the gaps, I will think of your gentle eyes and the scene of you mending my clothes.
Those ordinary days have now become my greatest luxury.
Ammunition is also a scarce resource, and every shot requires careful consideration. We can only receive 10 rounds of ammunition tomorrow. Unless the Tang Army launches a large-scale attack, more ammunition will be distributed. At least I have done target shooting during training.
The new stupid boys who came to replenish the troops were not even skilled at loading bullets.
Here, life is like grass, and if you are not careful, you may fall forever. I didn't even have time to remember the names of the new soldiers, and they were already dead.
Some people were buried in the soil, and some people couldn't even find their bodies... I was lucky. Once a shell fell next to me, but it didn't explode. The Tang Army's shells rarely had dumb bombs, so the battalion commander said I was
Really lucky.
But even so, we cannot retreat, because behind us is the territory of the empire. That is our home and the place I must guard. We must stick here and use all means to prevent the Tang army from continuing to go south and attack the emperor.
Your Majesty proves our loyalty.
Whenever there was a break between battles, I would look up into the distance, trying to find a trace of the direction of home in the gray sky. I knew that was impossible, but this obsession supported me forward like faith.
I miss you, my wife, your smile, your voice, everything about you is deeply imprinted in my heart. I miss every ordinary and warm day we spent together. Although those days are simple,
But it is the most precious treasure in my heart.
And our child, he must have grown a lot taller now, right? When I left, he could only toddle, but now he should be able to run and jump, and may even have started school. I missed his growth too much.
For a moment, this filled my heart with guilt. But please tell him that dad stayed in such a damned place to protect more children like him and to let you live a more peaceful and peaceful life.
I also understand that my departure has brought you endless worry and pain. But please believe that I will do my best to protect myself and strive to return to you as soon as possible. Because I know that home is my forever
The harbor is a place I will care about no matter where I go.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At the end of this letter, I want to say to you: I love you, my wife. No matter what the future holds, this love will never change. Please take care of me
You and yourselves, take care of our home. When I come back, we will cook another pumpkin meal together, sit around the table, and enjoy the long-lost peace and happiness.
May this damn war end soon, may I return to your side, may the gods bless each of us, and may everything go well.
Love to you and your kids forever, Tony Vince.
Poplar Year 17, February 21st.”
Because of the war, the quality of the paper is not very good. It is inevitable that there will be a few holes when writing. However, the person who wrote this letter is obviously very careful, so overall it seems that there are relatively few holes on the letter paper.
The fingers holding the letter were gently released, and the letter was thrown on the table. A rough voice came, with ridicule and disdain: "How can such a letter be mailed back? It is full of negative emotions."
The officer responsible for checking the letters held a cigarette butt that was about to go out and tapped his fingers on the letter paper: "Look what they wrote? Insufficient ammunition and no cotton-padded clothes? This is a rumor. If it weren't for the lack of people on the front line, he should be
Catch him."
"He's still a company commander, tsk tsk, it's really a life-threatening situation." The officer reviewing the letter sighed, then balled up the precious letter paper into a ball with his hands and threw it into the fire beside him: "I'll do it.
Help you, idiot, if someone else sees a letter with this content, you will probably die."
Looking at the flames burning in the stove, the officer continued to open another letter filled with words. When he only read half of it, he threw the letter into the fire: "Idiots like this are really becoming more and more popular recently.
The more.”
The elves simply don't have enough transportation capacity to send insignificant things like letters to the rear. Even if they do, they don't have enough transportation capacity to distribute these useless things to the rear.
A large number of private cars have been requisitioned. These cars are responsible for transportation from the rear to dispatch nodes one or two hundred kilometers away from the front line, thus avoiding complex problems such as off-roading.
But in this way, civilian transportation capacity is actually occupied in large quantities, and the speed of material mobilization in the past is completely impossible to achieve now.
Therefore, there may be trains and cars transporting ammunition and other supplies that can bring letters home from the front lines back to the rear, but there will be no transportation capacity or manpower and material resources to continue distributing these letters.
In fact, staff such as postmen have been requisitioned in large numbers: they have become the best communication soldiers, because they themselves are responsible for delivering letters.
The Tang Empire's electronic interference cut off the originally smooth communication at the grassroots level, and also increased the difficulty of communication between high-level officials. Under such circumstances, using manpower to transmit intelligence messages became one of the few options.
As a result, the transportation and distribution of letters became more difficult. But the real problem is that if soldiers and officers are not given the right to write letters home, then they may suffer from low morale and even be prone to mutiny.
In order to appease these soldiers and officers, we have to continue to maintain a state of "you can write home". And this state... does not need to be true.
A large number of letters home will be censored and destroyed on the spot due to substandard content and other reasons. As for how many letters can be sent to their original destinations, it is hard to say.
There are always many reasons: for example, your letters from home may reveal military secrets, your letters from home may contain negative feelings of dissatisfaction with the country, the mailing address of your letters from home may be written irregularly, etc.
As long as a small reason is found, the whereabouts of this letter may be unknown. It may be piled in a corner and no one cares about it, or it may be burned and disappear from the world.
On the contrary, the Tang Empire encouraged everyone to write letters home, and some troops in the rear would even use the most advanced technology to bring the best comfort to their families.
The Tang Army garrison stationed in Everwinter City used videos to bring their latest news to their families: each of them wore military uniforms to greet their families, and also took photos of the food in the cafeteria and the appearance of their dormitories.
In the video, each of them is very excited. They are all safe, have good food, and have a place to live. Frankly speaking, it seems that they have just gone to serve in another area of the motherland, rather than going to fight in another continent.
In comparison, the situation of the soldiers of the Yangmu Empire is much more miserable. Just like the company commander who wrote home, even if he has some literary talent, even if he writes a lot, in the end there is no way to guarantee the integrity of his letters.
can be delivered to the destination.
"Burn the bags over there..." Seeing his noncommissioned officers walking in, the old elf officer showed a lewd smile and pointed to the sacks piled up in the corner.
It contained some letters that had not yet been opened and checked. The lady officer was slightly stunned and asked with some anxiety: "But sir, no one has checked these letters yet. You know, we don't have enough manpower now.
There is no way to process so many letters in a timely manner.”
"I know, handle it the old way..." The officer waved his hand impatiently, deciding the fate of these letters.
Anyway, during the war, it is inevitable that some things will be lost during transportation. Let alone letters, even artillery shells may be delivered but not found. Who can do anything? If you are not convinced, then look for it yourself!
"Understood, sir." The young noncommissioned officer replied obediently. She was not used to this way of working when she first came here, but later she got used to it, or in other words, after talking with several officers all night, she understood
The way some things work.
She understood that if she wanted to stay and work in such a relatively safe place, she would need to sacrifice her own body. She also understood that the letters home that many people cherish can actually be thrown directly into the furnace and burned.
"Come to my tent tonight. I have a lot of work recently. I need to discuss it with you... Is it convenient?" As the officer spoke, his eyes unconsciously fell on the female officer's breasts.
Frankly speaking, among the elves, a race with many handsome men and beautiful women, this female officer is not outstanding, and can only be considered mediocre at best. However, in such a military camp, it is good to have something to eat, and no one will be picky.
What.
"I, I understand." The lady officer replied with a pale face, remembering her boss's perverted ways at night.
She had no right to refuse, unless she was booked tonight by the more perverted old colonel from above... The phrase "is it convenient" was actually asking her, the colonel didn't find her tonight, right?
It's a pity that the old pervert has a new favorite recently. A new female officer has come to their department, and her appearance is much better than hers.
That little bitch was spotted by that bastard old colonel as soon as she came here, and she became the colonel's favorite. Other officers had no chance to get involved, unlike her, a ruined woman, who was a bit like most of the male officers in the camp.
