The commander of the 1st Armored Division looked at General Walter helplessly in his headquarters and replied: "These photos were taken by frontline troops, and I also went to some positions to see them in person..."
"The entire city has almost been completely destroyed. To be honest, anyone with any conscience will not feel too good when seeing that scene." The commander of the 1st Armored Division said somewhat depressedly.
During the fierce battle with the main force of the Puppet Empire half a month ago, he did not even take a step back. At the most dangerous time, a force of the Puppet Empire was only a few hundred meters away from his headquarters.
At that time, he had never been so shaken. When he saw the ruins of Bellevue with his own eyes, he was really shaken. The reason why civilization is called civilization is because civilization has its own morality and its own bottom line.
If someone can remain indifferent or gloat even when seeing a city being completely destroyed, then his humanity has undoubtedly been distorted.
"They started the war first, my friend... We didn't want to do it, but this is war." Walter looked at the various photos in front of him and fiddled with the photos with his hands.
Almost every one is a ruined wall, some are mage towers that have not completely collapsed, and some are city walls that have been completely destroyed. Just from these ruins, you can see how magnificent this city was before it was destroyed.
"The more beautiful this place is, the more thoroughly our ancestors were exploited. Every magician's city can be said to be built on the bones of mortals." Walter said word by word.
"So I carried out the mission resolutely! And I will carry it out resolutely!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division said with his chin high: "As a soldier, I take it as my duty to obey orders, and this has never wavered."
"Calm down the soldiers. After all, we only destroyed one Bailey. There won't be too many similar things. His Majesty the Emperor is also kind. There is no doubt about it!" Walter nodded and said.
"Of course! Any choice His Majesty the Emperor makes is correct! If His Majesty the Emperor gives an order, I will not question it and will resolutely implement it!" the commander of the 1st Armored Division immediately replied.
Walter picked up a photo about refugees from the table: "Minister Deans called and asked us to select some photos that are close to the people and send them back for publicity."
"In any case, the disaster in front of us is caused by the sudden disappearance of the great governor of the Holy Demon Empire. Their suffering is also due to the failure of rescue and has nothing to do with our attack! Do you understand?" Walter took the refugee card and rushed to get it.
Photos of Ireland's food were sent to the commander of the 1st Armored Division.
The division commander picked up the photo from the table, looked at the thin faces on it, nodded and replied: "Understood! I will order the war reporter to take some more photos to ensure that Minister Deans is satisfied."
"We are saviors, here to help everyone escape from suffering." Walter concluded: "War is suffering, and we are here to end this war forever!"
"Yes!" the commander of the 1st Armored Division responded, standing at attention with his head held high and his chest held high.
"Don't get me wrong! I'm not making sarcastic remarks! I'm emphasizing our attitude!" Walter stood up and walked to his men: "I will give you more trucks, trucks full of food!
Truck full of tents...don’t let me down!”
"Yes! Sir!" the commander of the 1st Armored Division stood at attention again and responded.
A truck stopped in an open space, and a group of soldiers without guns swarmed up, opened the back of the truck, and began to unload the instant noodles and compressed biscuits neatly stacked inside.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! They're waiting over there!" A squad leader urged his soldiers while helping. Several soldiers from the Holy Demon Empire were also helping enthusiastically. They were in better physical condition because they wore armor for a long time.
, and more were transported.
"Why don't you let people from the 1st company come to help... Damn it!" A soldier piled a box of instant noodles on top of another box and complained while wiping his sweat.
"They are stationed on the high ground, and we can cover them here. They are safe." A soldier panted as he unloaded the compressed biscuit carton on his shoulder and replied out of breath.
They have been busy for a long time, and some soldiers from the 3rd company have already come to help, but there are still too many supplies and civilians from the Holy Demon Empire who are short of supplies. I heard that another battalion has also opened a food collection point.
There was such a hot scene over there too.
"No one is making trouble, at least this is a good sign." A soldier who was resting on a box unscrewed the water bottle on his waist, drank the water in large gulps, and said vaguely.
This is indeed a good sign. Although many people look at the soldiers of Elanthir with hatred in their eyes, until now, there has not been any troublemaking magician from the Holy Demon Empire.
Most civilians were quite restrained, and many even said thank you after receiving the food.
But most of the time, the atmosphere is terrifyingly dull. Here, the soldiers of Ailan Hill are constantly handing out things, and over there, the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire and the surrendered soldiers are constantly receiving things.
No one spoke, they were just silent and doing their own things. A few little girls held compressed biscuits and squatted by the unclear stream, lowering their heads to drink water like small animals.
"They need cups, bowls... equipment that can boil water... soap, medicine, tents... quilts, and clothes." A recorder was recording the problems he found in a notebook, and the soldiers around him were responsible for protecting his safety.
Carrying weapons on his back, he added with a sneer: "They still need cars and tanks. It's best to give them another atomic bomb and throw it into Seris to take revenge."
"You seem to hate magicians..." The recorder asked the soldier who was following him without raising his head.
"My sister happened to be on the street when they attacked Tunsk. These bastards have betrayed their trust too many times, so I think all of them should be destroyed together with Belivet." The soldier replied coldly.
Not everyone is willing to sympathize with these refugees from the Holy Demon Empire who are actually extremely miserable. The hatred of mortals is actually no less than the hatred of magicians.
Everyone has a blood feud, but the people who have the ability to take revenge now are the mortals who were once oppressed, exploited and persecuted. If the roles were reversed, there would be magicians who sympathized with the mortals. Didn't the mortals in those days just rely on the sympathy and mercy of others to survive?
Until today?
"Sigh... I hope that in the end we will not repeat the past history." The recorder raised his head, patted the soldier's shoulder comfortingly, and continued to write: "Cleaning equipment... and doctors, many doctors.
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On a well-ventilated and huge field tent in the distance, a red cross looked extremely eye-catching.
Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a red cross armband on his arm was checking the wound on a woman's arm: "It's infected. There's nothing we can do about it. Let's mark this and ampute it."
"Doctor..." the woman spoke desperately, her voice hoarse and uncomfortable: "My arm?"
"It can't be saved." The doctor handed a simple diagnosis and treatment plan to a soldier beside him: "Take her to the infection ward! You must wear a mask! Arrange to see her off tomorrow!"
Most of the people he saw this morning had serious infections, and many needed amputation. With enough medicine, many people's arms could be saved.
Regrettably, he didn't have that much medicine on hand. Although the army had urgently allocated some medicine, because the war was far from over, most of the road's transportation capacity still had to be used to transport army supplies and ammunition.
Naturally, the transportation capacity squeezed out in this way does not support the reconstruction of Bellevue, but in order to make superficial efforts, a lot of precious transportation capacity has been wasted.
For example, reconstruction work has begun in several areas of the Bellevue ruins. This is obviously a prestige project for reporters and others: excavators are working hard, and many heavy machinery and trucks are entering.
Going in and out, it's so lively.
However, such actions will occupy transportation capacity, including fuel for vehicles, as well as road transportation capacity occupied by the equipment itself.
For another example, in several model refugee camps, hot water trucks for bathing have been installed, and dining trucks have been put in place. Some tents that look good have also been set up. However, there is still not much food in these places, and there is not much
drug.
Because of all these image projects, the items that are really urgently needed are still in short supply. Although after Alan Hill took over, the refugees around Bellevue saw hope, and their lives were indeed much better than before, but their lives were still in short supply.
The suffering is far from over.
A war reporter was interviewing a local refugee in front of the camera. The other person was obviously selected and looked calm and polite: "There was a local man with a good attitude standing next to me. He made some requests to us.
Including food and water, and more tents..."
"Thank you to the Alan Hill government and the great Emperor Alan Hill... He saved us. Yes, I think we should all be grateful to Alan Hill for his help." Some shy men faced the camera and said,
Crying and crying, showing true feelings.
"The reconstruction of Bellevue, which was destroyed by the war, has already begun locally! We will work hard to rebuild this once glorious magical city... Ireland Hill National TV, reporter Alyssa is reporting for you on the front line...
"The female reporter was dignified and generous, making her final speech.
