Chapter 1141: Red ink dot

Reporter: "What sustained you in the past war?"
General Rakshasa: "Love."
Reporter: "Love? Do you mean a love for the motherland?"
General Raksha: "The motherland is a very broad concept. When we say we love the motherland, we often do not mean loving the country, but the land under our feet, the compatriots living on this land, and Those who accompany us to the end, with faith. "
Reporter: "General, our young people of this generation were born after the war and have not experienced the situation at the time. Do you have anything to say to us?"
General Rakshasa: "Children, we lose our loved ones in order to give you a chance to love others. Please cherish those you love and those who love you."-"Post-war Memoirs"
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The call for help sent to the Federal Heavy Industry Corps is like a sinking sea and no news. This is undoubtedly the darkest blow to the Imperial Army. They have to face the tens of millions of troops of the Cross Church alone, including those cruel knights and ferocious beasts. Demigod.
Due to the previous dictatorship of Nie Shuai and a preliminary reconciliation agreement with the Cross Church, the name of the western defense line actually existed, which directly led to Mo Qian's lack of time to resolidify the defense line. The Cross Church's army rushed directly across the hilly areas and straight into the south of the river.
In the wars of the old times, the term "fighting behind enemy lines" can often be seen, such as guerrilla warfare, developing the armed forces of the masses, establishing base areas behind the enemy, and eventually dragging the enemy into a huge depth and bringing it down.
But in the Third Patriotic War of the Red Blood Empire, the term did not exist.
There is a requirement for "post-enemy operations"-a sufficient population base.
To put it plainly, there must always be someone behind the enemy? There must always be a place to hide in sending past guerrilla forces, right?
What is the practice of the Cross Church? No land, no people.
In the area captured by the Cross Church, all resources were plundered, and all those that could not be taken were burned, all buildings were toppled, and only their own marching accounts were kept. All non-church forces, regardless of soldiers, captives, civilians, are extinct without discrimination.
Under such extreme slaughter, the so-called behind-the-battle operations no longer exist. The guerrillas have no place to hide, no supplies, no way to hide their identity, and all civilians who can develop into informants are killed.
In the end, only the army in the occupation area of ​​the Cross Church had its own army. Any other moving life, even a stray dog ​​of the empire, must be killed.
The only good news is that Mo Qian had anticipated such a situation, and immediately transferred the population to the eastern coast, so that most people avoided the church's butcher knife.
But in the face of cruel reality, this is just a dying struggle.
The east of the empire is the sea. Can it be transferred for a lifetime, even if it can be transferred for a while?
Jiangnan is now in the middle of it. For every point the Cross Church advances, there is one point less in the Empire ’s territory. As long as the church front reaches the eastern coast, all efforts will be wiped out under the iron hoof.
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The Red Blood Empire Army, all soldiers received a note during the transfer.
In fact, this note has appeared many times.
This is a note from the death squad.
In order to cover the safe transfer of the people and main forces, blocking forces must be left along the way to delay the enemy's offensive. These people are almost mortal, and their purpose is to trade their lives for time.
In fact, the soldiers who have been selected to serve as death squads have not returned alive so far, and they have all died in the blocking area.
Everyone is an ordinary person. No one is born a hero. No one wants to be a death squad. In this case, draw lots, and the entire army will be treated equally, in order to sign the fate.
Every time a death squad is organized, someone will issue a note. If the note is blank, it will be fine. If there is a red dot, it is selected as a death squad.
At this time, the soldier in charge handed the sealed note to Ye Zixiao.
After Ye Zixiao took it, he opened it directly.
This is a very low probability, because the daredevil team responsible for blocking only needs more than a thousand people, and the main force of the Imperial Army has more than one million people. In terms of probability, only one thousandth probability is selected. In addition, the material and ink of the paper strip are special materials, and there is no possibility of forgery.
Sure enough, Ye Zixiao opened it and saw that his note was blank.
Ye Zi Xiao relieved and murmured, "Fuck, escaped again."
The soldier laughed: "You are a major general, sir, it will not be so easy to get ink dots."
Ye Zixiao gave a slap to the soldier's head: "Fart! Everyone is fair, no one has manipulated the note. Whoever it is, whoever it is, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu took off the major general on the spot and changed Get on the clothes of the death squad. "
The soldier laughed for a while, it was just a joke, not malicious. Before leaving, he glanced at the list he was responsible for and said, "The last one, Jing Chengkong ... Hey, this is not your wife."
"Shh! Keep quiet! Lao Tzu doesn't want to be beaten." Ye Zi Xiao was really frightened, and he winced, guilty, confirming that Jing Chengkong was absent, then he stretched out his hand and said, "She estimated to look after the injured Soldier, give me the note, and I will give it to her. "
"Okay." The soldier handed the encapsulation slip to Ye Zixiao, and the head of the thief said, "Otherwise open it."
In theory, the note must be opened by the person himself, but at the time of this desperate end, it is a team of millions of people, and this "small discipline" is often ignored.
Ye Zixiao's nervousness is not the kind of worrying person, and there is nothing to worry about at first. One thousandth of the probability can be won. It is better to buy a lottery ticket.
However, when Jing Orange's empty note was opened, a red dot of ink stung Ye Zixiao's eyes.
Looking at this ink dot, the blood on Ye Zixiao's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as pale as paper.
Similarly, the soldier was ashamed and overwhelmed. He soon realized what he was saying, and said in amazement, "Major Ye? ..."
"Shut up!" Ye Zixiao frowned, seized the soldier's hair, and threatened, "If you dare to go outside, I'll kill you directly!"
The soldier has scared the six gods, and he took a subconscious look at the empty basket. The empty notes of Ye Zixiao and Jing Orange are the last two. It is no longer possible to put them back and draw them again ...
"I ... I wouldn't say ... just this note ..." Suddenly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The soldier froze and said, "No! ... you won't want to be with me Change it ?! I ... I can't die! My parents still ... "
"Go!" Ye Zixiao kicked the soldier directly, the latter clutched the note in his pocket and fled in a hurry.
After the soldier left, Ye Zixiao held two notes for a moment and moved suddenly. He licked the seal of the note, moistened the glue, and reattached it. Immediately afterwards, he did the same with his note.
Fifteen minutes later, Jing Orange came back, and she asked, "Have the soldiers with paper slips come?"
Ye Zixiao smoked a cigarette, handed the note to Jing Orange Kong, and said casually, "Here it is, I have not been selected. You and I haven't watched it yet, open it yourself."
Jing Chengkong took the note, opened it, and gave a sigh of relief: "Same, blank."
"That's good." Ye Zixiao stood up and took Jing Chengkong to the military account. "Let's go, it's late, rest early, and continue to move tomorrow."